The crew from Newfoundland to Ireland

A couple of photos of our crew on the way from Newfoundland to Ireland via Crookhaven, Fastnet Rock and Kinsale to Crosshaven, where Tioga will spend the winter in the boatyard.

Amy Sullivan
Dave Mcquarrie
Ellen Christy
Ledyard McFadden
Philip Kersten
Ulf Westhoven

While the previous legs from the US to Canada were about 1000nm, this trip was one of our longer ones with over 1700nm.
It was warmer than expected and enabled our northern-most swim in the mid-Atlantic so far.

 

Overnight Camping off Nahant

We boarded Saoirse late afternoon for a quick sail to Short Beach Cove, off Nahant. On board was your typical cast of characters – well seasoned Captain – King – Uncle Dan McMackin, Chief engineer and deck master Peter Barba, newly seasoned offshore sailor Lisa Mogan O’ Keefe , and newbies Michele Lawlor and Laura Poulin. Our excitement was short lived as we headed into some serious 4 to 6 foot crashing waves. See US Coast guard drawing below. After a grueling half hour or so,  we made it to our semi-protected anchorage. We rafted up with The Pearl, friends from the Dory Club, for a nice meal. Exhausted with our sail, we sat back and enjoyed some BVI painkillers before firing up the grill.  Dinner was a pot luck and included shrimp, potstickers,  Kobe beef sliders, chicken and assorted salads.  Leaslie from the Pearl finished it off with a fabulous chocolate zucchini cake. Yes we eat well on Saoirse. While the fare was good, The seasoned blue water sailors clamored  for the typical offshore fare of Spamboat (as pictured below).  All this and not an olive to be found! We would have flown our drone, had it not been confiscated on the trumped up peeping Tom charges. So our photo array is limited. After the filling meal aboard the Pearl we returned to Saoirse for a late night dance party that rivaled Studio 54. We capped the night with a bedtime story from Uncle Dan.

Dawn came early, and no one thought to bring the Captain breakfast in bed though it was much deserved from the maelstom that he sailed through the day before. We enjoy a great breakfast of sticky buns, fruit, and Linda’s homemade pizzele  cookies before pulling up anchor to head home.

Although our trip took 38 minutes from mooring to Anchorage, our onboard mathematicians projected our daily ETMAL at 189.7.

Oh wait, I think we have the wrong blog….

We miss sailing on Tioga with her Captain and crewman all.

The journey home is never a direct route, it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination. And that the people we meet along the way, will be the traveling companions of our memories forever.

Tioga Now lies on the hard for a winter nap, and her Captain and crew await the next exciting adventure!

 

Crosshaven

All great journeys must come to an end, and ours did in the lovely port of Crosshaven, home to the world’s oldest yacht club ( the Royal Cork Yacht Club, celebrating 300 years next year!) and, more importantly, Cronin’s Pub where yet again we were served a hearty portion of Irish hospitality and whit.
Friday we put Tioga to bed for the winter and sighed at the end of our big adventure.
So Saturday was out final day and we were making the most of it with a trip to Cobh to see the titanic museum and then on to the Jameson distillery to raise a final glass.

Thanks so much for following our adventure.

From Fastnet Rock to Kinsale

We arrived in Ireland under the cover of darkness, having made a decision to settle in for a few hours in a small harbor so that we could sail around Fastnet rock during the morning light. Sailing down the Irish coast in the middle of a moonless night was quite surreal. Dolphins joined us to guide Tioga in and glowed in the sting phosphorescence. We arrived in Crookhaven harbor and grabbed a mooring at 2:30 am to got some needed sleep.
In the morning we could see how beautiful this little harbor was. Gorgeous green fields turned quickly to cliffs that dropped dramatically to the Atlantic. We circled Fastnet Rock and headed to the marina of the Kinsale Yacht Club.
Fastnet Rock is often called Irelands Teardrop.  As the Irish emigrants of the famines of 1840 and 1879 departed the Auld Sod they knew they could never come home.  Never again to see their parents, brothers, sisters and friends. Fastnet was the last bit of Ireland they would see on the outbound ships. One such tearful Irishman was Jeremiah McMackin in 1870s.
Between Fastnet Rock and our evening in Kinsale, this was by far the most memorable day of the trip.
We sailed under Gennaker with a slowly building breeze along the very impressive coastline, saw whales, dolphins, seals und a humongous turtle.
We truly had an amazing Irish experience, having made new friends in the pub and singing with them for several hours…alternating between Irish songs and American songs.

New friends, new bonds and a few too many Jameson’s and the crew determined that we may have been safer at sea!