Flight #1126

First flight in a long time. I went out the morning before and decided not to fly because it looked like a very difficult cross wind launch. Glad I did because this morning the conditions were perfect. Nothing dramatic, it was a simple easy flight.

Flight #1125

A most excellent morning! Awake at 4am. Wide awake, no coffee needed. What to do? Continue packing for the big trip? Nah….

I threw the wing into the truck, slapped some Velcro on to the new IPad case and set off for the meadows. It was 65 degrees, the wind was light and there were patches of ground fog. I laid out the wing taking care to roll the center of the wing under to prevent premature inflation. Sat down, buckled up and pulled the trigger. The wing came up clean and the launch was quick.

The A’asssts were a bit tight during the climb. Note to self… before hooking up the A’assist, stretch the line. The trimmers have broken in nicely,

There was another pilot at the LZ when I came back to land. New guy, named Dave. He told me he was a beginner with just three flights and that his instructor was Rick Davies in Wautchula. His plan was to do a little taxi practice but decided against it. I spoke with Rick later in the morning. He is going to reach out to Dave and encourage him to get a little more training.

An excellent last flight before the big trip. We were going to get together tomorrow morning but I think I’ll pass. I’d feel terrible if I were to tweak myself the day before flying to Antigua.

Flight #1123

Very nice flight. No Drama.

The A’assists are dialed in and I was able to adjust the trimmers both directions. Winds were very light but increased during the flight and continued to build after landing.

Matt was also out there but we didn’t hook up on the surface. We did cross paths on the coming and going and he took a nice pic of the Falcon.

Landing with trim all in, was very soft.

Flight #1122

Short and Sweet. It’s been awhile since my last flight. My goal for this one was to dial in the A’assists and enjoy a little airtime. Mission accomplished.

There was a light breeze coming from the north. I set up at the main intersection and managed a clean launch. The simplest A’assists worked fine . No mechanical cam just a simple bowline with a quick release knot.

At 300 ft I bumped through some moderate turbulence and encountered a significant wind blowing opposite to the surface breeze. I climbed to 1000 ft where the wind was equal to my forward speed at neutral trim. There was a light haze that I hadn’t noticed earlier.

Climbing 300 fpm with 80% throttle I turned to the East and enjoyed a big beautiful sunrise. The air was mostly clear except for a light marine layer. The Harbor was was calm, reflecting a strong beam back to the sun. It one of those moments that gets me out of bed at o-dark-thirty.

So…. Launch and Landing were clean. The A’assists worked and I’m a happy camper.

I turned back to the LZ descending and making very little headway. At 500 ft. I was able to penetrate but, in level 5 bumps. I continued to descend riding the bumps to 200 feet where, the wind was light.

Unfortunately, I neglected to load the windsock pole and had to guess what the wind was doing at the surface. I figured, the strong wind I’d encountered aloft had overcome the early surface winds. …Nope, The turbulence I came through on decent was the convergence of the two opposing air flows.

Looking back I should have recognized the downwind dragon during my clearing turn. I missed it and landed with 5 or 6 mph tailwind. It was hot, I ran through the grass and over the crossroad before I’d slowed enough to safely drop the wing.

Note to self…. Do some lower level flying to improve you awareness of the air mass. Watch for the downwind dragon one the upswing angel.

Glenn and Joe’s ……………………………Most Excellent Adventure

I admire those young guys
that sail North for weeks
Hoping to see seals
basking in the sun

Alas, I’m an old man,
best I can do, is an overnighter, South.
To see the wildlife on North Fort Myers Beach.
They say, it’s mating season.

Glory at anchor … Matlacha

By land or by sea….?

It was time for the traditional Bon Voyage dinner, the question was….Should we finish provisioning the boat and cast off to Fishville or would it be better to get everything ready and run over in the MR-2?

Parking was going to be a challenge either way. Finding a place to tie up the boat depended on getting there just as somebody was pulling out. While securing a parking spot in the maze of Fishermans Village’s parking lots required shrewd tactics and a bit of aggression. After all, it was high season in Southwest Florida. We opted for for cunning and speed, jumped in the Toyota and, sure enough, scored the number one parking spot in the whole complex……..It was an Omen.

It was Friday night and busy as hell, So…. We got on a long waiting list at the Village Brew House and strolled down the pier to see what our options were. At the next restaurant, my muscle memory kicked in and without thinking, I led Glenn through the bar out to waterside dining. One glance at the menu convinced us to keep looking. Neither of us wanted to start a night passage with a bellyful of edamame and sushi. At the end of the pier, Harpoon Harry’s was packed, every table was filled, except for…a primo spot right on the water…..It was an Omen.

Glenn Cattanach at Harpoon Harry’s

Harry’s Blackened Grouper Sandwiches were the bomb. We watched the sun set and the moon rise. When the Harbor Queen pulled in with her cargo of Pale Riders, it was time to set off for Fort Myers Beach.

The Harbor Queen

We cast off at 21:30, after a last minute stop at the CVS. The ride down Harbor, wasn’t fast, The sky was clear except for a few puffy little clouds and the moon was full. Only the very brightest stars were visible. The carbon sails were gossamer, like the wings of a huge dragonfly. Very cool.

Gossamer wings

At the beginning we had good wind from the North. When we rounded Punta Gorda it was dead astern and decreasing. Sailing wing on wing, we were running 3.5knots VMG. At this point, fish and game officers came alongside, inquiring if we had seen a small (22ft) sailboat that had gone missing. We had not and that was pretty much, the last boat we saw until dawn.

We approached Boca Grande after high tide and enjoyed a 3 knot bump that increased our ground speed dramatically. I smiled as we rode the flood out to the gulf. The view was amazing , I could clearly see details on either side of the pass. There wasn’t any traffic to follow but the chartplotter kept me in the channel until it was safe to turn south. The winds had picked up slightly and the boat settled in at 5 knots VMG. The moon was high and the seas were light.


At sunrise we were approaching the southern tip of Sanibel Island. Glenn was fresh from a good nap and I was beat so I laid down in the cockpit and let Glen have the helm. An hour and a half later we turned East toward Fort Myers Beach. The approach wasn’t simple, we had to divert to the south before making final approach to the entrance of Matanzas Pass. We arrived at the mooring field mid morning. Passing under the Fort Myers Beach Bridge, I spotted an open mooring ball at the front of the field. We were about to pick up the ball when the field manager came alongside and informed us that, it had been reserved.

“But Sir…. it states very clearly, right here, on my chart plotter, that the balls are first come first served”. That’s when the “Ball Cop”, explained to us, that the transition of management, from Pink Shell to the City of Fort Myers, was still a little blurry. I called the number they gave me and we were assigned ball #34, way back in the cheap seats, just like the last time I was here. Rather than “pay by DockWa”, as instructed, I called the office the next morning to cover the $17 ball fee. It’s going to be interesting to see who’s name is on the charge.

After, catching old number 34, we did a little housekeeping and inflated the dingy. The trolling motor wasn’t fast but it got us to the bridge, against the current. At the dingy dock we hooked up with Dawn. Who had braved the traffic and driven down to deliver my AWOL shaving kit. She absolutely saved the trip. I’ve been on a steroid therapy since last May and I don’t want to imagine what my condition might have been without those Superman pills. Thanks Dawn your… My Hero!

We strolled across the island to the famous, Fort Myers Spring Break Beach. The T-shirt shops were busy, plastic sandals were going for $75 and the cash registers were singing. Glenn found a place selling white logo Tees, 2 for $10. I smiled, it’s exactly the weight and thread count preferred by Wet T-shirt Champions the world over.

Following the wildlife, we found ourselves at the mall where we had a classic “beach feast”, hot, greasy and good! All around us, America’s youth were dancing to a song they thought was their own invention. Just as we had, a half a century before.

The tide turned while we were ashore so we ended up motoring uphill against the current…. again. Someday I’ll get the timing right and the sea will deliver us, to and from, the bar.

It had been a long day and an even longer night. I had visions of going ashore after dinner but once the sun was down, neither Glenn or I felt like raising hell. I watched a little YouTube and crashed in the forward berth.

Note to self…..We really need, two nights at Fort Myer Beach. One to recover and reconnoiter and one to celebrate. I mean….. after all … we sailed all this way to see the wildlife….and they say…….. it’s Mating Season”

The next morning, we awoke refreshed and ready. There was a light fog that burned off as I brewed coffee and broke out pastries. Glenn and I sat in the cockpit and watched the commercial fishing boats, cruisers, speed boats, and sightseers transit Matanzas Pass, At 10, we dropped the ball and motored out from behind Fort Myers Beach.

For more than 20 years I have trusted Garmin. I was following the, “auto route”, to Pelican Bay, and noticed that it was not taking me under the 110 ft. Sanibel Causeway Bridge. It was telling me to go west to cross where there was only a 12’ clearance. I ran the auto route twice more and it kept taking me under the low part of the causeway. After all these years …. Garmin had let me down.

We turned back and motored under the bridge. There were dozens of fast movers in the channel, some without colors but many were flying the Trump Banner. They were churning up the waters pretty good but Glory powered through, just fine. After heading North for a bit, we connected with the channel that lead to the ICW. (Inter Coastal Waterway). Glenn brought up the Bose and we cranked up the tunes. it was a beautiful morning in every way, clear skies, nice breeze, good company and nostalgic tunes. Everything was going great. Then, while I was re-telling an old story about our summer camp days, I felt the keel drive into the sand.

Grounded! It happens to everybody sooner or later. I’d been following the fast movers who were leaving the red marks to port. Wish I’d paid more attention to the chart, it was clearly marked that the red should be left to Starboard. When we hit bottom, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I tried to drive out but it was obvious that we wouldn’t get off under our own power. I reached for my wallet and the TowBoatUS card. It’s the only insurance I don’t mind paying. One Hundred and Fifty dollars and your protected from huge towing fees. Well… as I’m reaching for the phone, who should be running down the channel ? TowBoatUS! We hadn’t been aground 5 minutes and there he was. It took 10 minutes to tow us off the bar and another 10 to do the paperwork. The gods were still on our side.

TowBoatUS to the rescue!

We crossed under Pine Island and caught the ICW North. I rolled out the Genoa and we drove North at 6+ knots, motor sailing. It was a gas. I’d forgotten how much the sail stabilized and smoothed out the bumps. Motor sailing, isn’t just for Fat Bellied Stogy Suckers. We sailed North with a steady stream of fast movers coming and going.

A beautiful “Point Boat”. This one is well north of One Point Five

We passed Cabbage Key, Useppa Island and arrived at Pelican Bay mid afternoon. Plenty of time to “drop the dink” and go exploring. From the Rangers dock there was a dirt rode leading to the other side of Caya Costa. A thick jungle rises up on either side making for a nice shady hike.

I knew Caya Costa was a state park but didn’t know they had campsites. As we approached the west side of the island, we passed several groups of primitive campers. No vehicles or electricity or any of the accoutrements of modern “Glamping”. For a moment, I was transported back 50 years, to when the Rainbow family held their festival at Strawberry Lake. Long haired kids with no inhibitions, played in the jungle while their parents looking very much like, “love children”, waved as we strolled past. When we got to the beach, I tested the waters and was surprised to find the gulf already warm in March. We took a few pictures and headed back on the path to our anchorage.

Same goofy kids, 50 years later

Dinner was steak with cold slaw and potato chips. The new ceramic briquettes were a big improvement to the MAGMA. The heat was distributed much better and the steaks were the best I’d ever done aboard. As usual, I’d brought way too much food and it made me smile at the sweets and delicacies, I would be eating over the next few weeks.

After dinner, Glenn introduced me to the world of dance music re-mixes and medleys. I kind of knew what a mix was but not really. What Glenn played were time capsules of 80’s dance music that covered a wide range of the music that defined our twenties, Prince, Annie Lennox, Patty LaBelle. I especially like a grouping that I recognized from he Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack. Good stuff! ….

After dark the anchorage was beautiful. It was dead calm and the lights from the other boats and the moon, lit up Pelican Bay, like a big garden party. The air was cool and the sleeping was good.

In the morning, we hauled the dingy , raised anchor and headed back to Cabbage Key. The plan was to stop at the resort, have breakfast and proceed to Matlacha and Burt’s Bar. When we got there I was tickled to see we had beaten the crowd. There were plenty of slips available and a dock hand to catch us. We secured the boat and walked to the very same restaurant where Jimmy Buffet had been inspired to write, “Cheeseburgers in Paradise”.

When we entered the famous old Florida. eatery, the manager informed us that we were too late. If we wanted to eat … wait 45 minutes for lunch. I grumbled but there was nothing to do about it. Actually, it turned out to be a good thing, I climbed the tower and took some nice photos of the area. Glenn went in the other direction and discovered the bale of gopher turtles that inhabit Cabbage Key.

Cabbage Key Resort approach

While we were exploring the resort, the tour boats arrived. In thirty minutes it went from abandoned to packed. Every table was filled and the guests were borrowing pens to write their name on dollar bills to pin to the walls of the dining room. I’m glad we waited, Glen had scored a great table overlooking the Marina and the food was excellent. I had smoked salmon and Glenn had their signature Stone Crab.

Wall to Wall dollar bills
Shallow entrance

We left Cabbage Key a little after noon. I was concerned about a strong wind pinning us from behind and there was a confusion of boats jockeying to get our slip. Fortunately the dock hand controlled our bow with the painter and Glory backed out clean. I’d considered a shorter route to the harbor that had been suggested by Navonics but after the fiasco with the Sanibel Causeway, I opted to retrace our course back toward Pelican Bay and not turn up until we were well above the shallows.

The trip to Matlacha was wonderful. The winds were favorable to sail all the way to where the channel narrows down for the approach to Matlacha. Staying close to the markers, we avoided the shallows and arrived at the draw bridge. After a few big circles the bridge master stopped traffic and raised the span for us to pass through to the anchorage. On the South side of the bridge, the Punta Gorda Sailing Club was on the last day of a casual cruise that consisted mostly of eating at the best restaurants on the causeway.

Our track at Matlacha

I circled around and we attempted to drop hook close to Burt’s bar but the anchor wouldn’t set in the grass close to shore. …. Probably a good thing. Our second attempt was 100 yards further out, close to the wreaks but in good holding ground. We took the dingy over to Burt’s and ate with my racing Co-Captain, Artie Sa and his wife Jacqueline. After dinner we walked the causeway. Most of the businesses are closed on Sunday night but at least Glenn was able to see and get a feel for the place. At our turnaround, there were a couple of kids seining for bait fish. They looked like they knew what they were doing and were absolutely enjoying the audience of visitors watching. Their casts were spot on, with the net opening nicely, but …. No Joy. We returned to the boat, told more stories, listened to old tunes and crashed by 10.

Artie’s Trawler

Last Day.

It was a cool morning with a light fog. The anchor came up clean and soon we were spinning around, waiting for the bridge master to open the bridge. I embarrassed myself by touching bottom at the first marker but we’d hit it slow and were quickly off and making our way up the channel. Once back in big water, I raised a reefed main and let out half of the Genoa.

I kept the diesel running to get us home in time for Glenn to catch his flight and was shocked and dismayed when it surged a few times and stopped. The batteries were good but I couldn’t get it to start. So we sailed. Glenn and I ran through the possibilities , none of which were easy fixes. Finally, just because I could , I took the 1.5 gallons of diesel that was sitting in the lazarette for emergencies and dumped it into the tank. She fired right up! It’s a mystery, I’d just polished the gas and topped off the tank. There was no way we could have burned 11 gallons of diesel in the last couple of days. Maybe we had a problem with the fuel filter, or maybe, I’d only thought I filled the tank to the top. Regardless, the engine was running again and I wouldn’t need to beg a tow or attempt to sail into the canal system. The ride back to Punta Gorda was a quick close reach, in 18 knots of wind. At one point the wind caught the dingy and I had to go forward to secure it. Note to self…. Secure the dink!

When we landed , Glenn went inside to clean up and I offloaded the boat. It had been a great trip. The gods were kind to us.

Cheated Death Again!

Flight #1121

Immokalee Regional Airport. First new LZ in a long time. Worth coming back for some more site seeing. Joe Taylor, Matt Ball and I.

Matt and Joe went high and got some beautiful views above the clouds. I stayed below cloud base and tried to get the lay of the land. Lots to see. I believe there is an amazing casino around here that’s worth finding.

Launch was clean landing was perfect.

Flights #1118 & #1119

Both Sunrise and sunset flights. In the morning it was calm at the surface but high winds aloft kept me close to home. The afternoon was bumpy but still flyable.

Still dialing in the A’assists. The Nite Eyes product won’t release under pressure any better than Leon Wacker’s cam. Tomorrow I’m going to try a quick release bowline knot.

Matt Ball flew both flights and Jacob Nilsby flew the evening.

Flight #1117

Well this is a drag. I’ve run out of storage on word press and can’t load photos so I’m not going to be able to upload FlySkyHigh data.

****Update … the storage has been doubled.

It was a pretty short flight. The wind was counter to all the available runways so I had to launch from the field. The weeds are better than a month ago but still not good. Joe and a new guy were on the other side of the ditch so I relocated and set up while they flew off to the beach.

My set-up was a little different in that the wing itself was in a low spot where the prop wash didn’t affect it. It was a clean launch and it made me remember the majority of my flights have been from the grass. It was nice.

It was pretty trashy up to 350. I let the wing fly and fooled with the trimmers. It’s not easy but much better than the original trim cams. I didn’t notice a huge difference with trims out. Nexts flights I’ll learn more. The A assists were too short again and the “nite eyes” were no easier to release than the “sky cruisers. The landing was smooth.

Stats… I climbed to 1750 and max RPM 2900. Flew for 20 minutes