tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84810898298980574902024-03-13T00:38:06.603-04:00Freedom on the Bay................The adventures of the Selene 53' Freedom --on the Chesapeake Bay and beyond.....
To find out what's cookin' aboard, check out MarthasGalley.blogspot.com.Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-38564897469700220212014-04-22T20:32:00.000-04:002014-04-22T20:32:02.101-04:00Freedom On the LoopFreedom has begun her Great Loop adventure. In honor of this we have created a new blog:<br />
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You can find us there for the next year or so.........Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-40046964044483169132014-03-31T17:37:00.000-04:002014-03-31T17:37:31.757-04:00Freedom ForeverLate last week the Cap'n looked out the window at the anchorage and said "There's Uncle Harry's old boat." "Oh yeah, I replied, That does look just like his boat.". "No, the Cap'n said, that <u style="font-style: italic;">is</u> his boat."<br />
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Yes, the Cap'n knows his boats -- it has been said that he knows boats the way some know cars - boat builder, size, year built, he can call it all, even at a distance. Still, I needed to be convinced.<br />
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"And look, he said, it's still called Freedom." I grabbed the binoculars. Sure enough, he was right. There she was, a 48' Jarvis Newman Lobster Boat. Uncle Harry passed away several years ago, and had sold her boat at least a few years before that. The last time I recall seeing it was when our now 22 year old son was 7 and we were docked side by side in Rock Hall, MD. A the time we owned a green hulled 38" Jarvis Newman Lobster Boat named Freedom -- a mini-me to Uncle Harry's.<br />
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<i>(Longtime readers of this blog will remember that 'Freedom' is a family boat named -- first established by his maternal grandfather,passed on to Harry and then from Harry to the Cap'n)</i><br />
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Excitedly, we tried to raise the current owners via VHF, but they had turned off their radio and were enjoying the sunset after a day of travel. The next morning, after a night of heavy rains, they tied up right in front of us. The Cap'n was thrilled to see how well she has been maintained and to hear where she has been over the many years since our Rock Hall meeting.<br />
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What are the chances: Two green hulled motor vessels, docked in tandem, sharing a family name and a family link? It's a small world after all.<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-36543957725002131702014-03-25T17:17:00.000-04:002014-03-25T17:17:57.800-04:00Springing ForwardSpring has tentatively arrived in Charleston. The tulip magnolias and azalea are in bloom, and the temperatures have warmed a bit. Mother Nature is still not fully ready to commit to the change in seasons, but we are. It is time for us to<i> spring forward </i>with our projects and plans as our departure date is just three weeks away.<br />
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We are about mid-way through our long awaited septic system reconfiguration. Old hoses out, new ( and fewer) hoses in! Yea. The only downside is "the facilities" are out of commission. As a result we moved from our spot waaaayyyy out on the Megadock to one closer to the bathhouse. A more social, much busier location, with a perfect "Mrs Cravitz" vantage point it suited us well for several nights....until the slip holder came back and we had to move again. Now we are back on the Megadock, yet still close to the washrooms. All afternoon we have enjoyed watching the confused looks on fellow slip holders and marina employees as they have passed by. We can almost hear them think "Wait, didn't they just move last week?"<br />
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The best part about this slip is our front row river view. Not long after we tied up the Cap'n notice 6 dolphins playing just off our port side. We may have to move again when the weekly cruise ship arrives on Friday, but for now we can't complain.<br />
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In addition to boat projects we are checking off our Charleston To-Do list: ie, all the things we meant to do all winter. There are restaurants to visit, museums to tour and at least one plantation yet to see. Add that to a visit from the k'dults, tickets to a few cultural events and provisioning errands it promises to be a busy few weeks.Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-75128528747370201722014-03-06T15:53:00.000-05:002014-03-06T15:53:02.011-05:00Dolphins Off the Dock I've said it before, and I'll say it again: This has been a long, cold and lately, rainy winter here in the low country. I know I get no sympathy from our friends up north who have been slogging through endless snow storms, school closings and power outages, but all the same, it is miserable here.<div>
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We have been cheered by the random days of flip flop weather and the recent appearance of large numbers of dolphins in the Ashley River. It was about three weeks ago that I first noticed them - groups of 3 -5 arching to the surface and gracefully diving beneath. As Ham and I walk to shore before bed we can't see them, the color of their skin matching that of the waves, but we can hear them breaking the surface to breath, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: 'Open Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">refilling the lung in one fifth of a second through an explosive blow which can reach velocities up to one hundred miles per hour." </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(www.dolphinsworld.com)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;">One sunny day I stepped into the cockpit and noticed a group of three playing just yards from the dock. One briefly disappeared and then emerged in a vertical leap between his two companions. It was a spectacular Sea World-worthy show. I have always thought such behavior indicated a playfulness among dolphins -- simply a way to use up some energy on a beautiful day. Turns out it has a practical purpose -- such a leap from the water is called a "Spy Hop." It allows a dolphin to get a good look at what is going on above the surface of the water.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;">No one is quite sure why we have so many resident dolphins in the river now: some have suggested it is mating season, although dolphins mate all year there is a spike in spring and fall , others think they are attracted by a higher number of fish in the area. All I know is that they have provided us with some beautiful sights and sounds as we wait patiently for spring.... </span></span></div>
Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-47681182670276435552014-01-30T14:51:00.001-05:002014-01-30T14:51:26.283-05:00Stuck in Colder WeatherActually, we're stuck on the boat, at the dock, and the weather is much colder than we ever imagined. <br />
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Before I natter on about my cold feet and ever growing cabin fever, let's go back to October, and listen in on a conversation between me and the Cap'n:<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">The Admiral</span>: "I think we should stay here in Charleston for the winter. There's lots to do, and the restaurants are great. How cold do you think it gets?"<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">The Captain: </span>"It is nice here, but it won't be as warm as Florida."<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">The Admiral</span>:" I know but really, how cold could it get? And it will be a good jumping off point for The Loop.".<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">The Captain</span> "That's true. You might not be able to wear your flip flops all the time."<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">The Admiral:</span> "I know, but I have asked around and everyone says it doesn't really get that cold, not like up north. There are palm trees here -- how cold could it get?"<br />
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Fast forward to January 28th:<br />
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Okay, that cold. Icicle cold. Ice and snow on the dock cold. The City of Charleston closed for a day cold. Bridges in and out of the city closed because of icy surfaces cold. Record low high temperature in Charleston cold. Colder than I had signed up for cold.<br />
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As I write we have not been off the boat in 48 hours -- minus the brief and treacherous walk up the dock taken by the Cap'n and Hamilton yesterday afternoon Soon after returning to the safety of Freedom Ham willingly gave up his very high standard of never "pottying" on board. Desperate times require desperate measures.<br />
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The marina was eerily quiet yesterday. A typical day has the marina staff riding by on their golf carts with some regularity, service technicians and crew hopping on and off occupied and unoccupied boats, local residents and office workers out for a stroll, and a steady trickle of boats pulling up for fuel or overnight dockage. Yesterday we saw a few smokers on the dock, an adventuresome ( or crazy) guy motor by on his small power boat, and the occasional car pass by on the road that hugs the harbor. We didn't even see any birds until late in the day.<br />
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We spent the day doing chores, looking out the windows, watching local tv reports of storm closings, and power outages, snapping photos, doing jumping jacks to keep warm ( or at least I did) and indulging in an American Pickers marathon. Even Hamilton, the dog who never met a weather system he didn't like, decided it was best just to snuggle up on the settee and nap.<br />
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From my galley widow I can see that life on shore is a bit closer to normal today: cars are driving at normal speeds on the road and near by bridge. There is still little activity on the dock, but marina staff member rode out with today's paper. Warming temperatures and a light rain have washed away much of the ice and a family walk is planned for later this afternoon.<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-79078134818656216652014-01-25T09:50:00.001-05:002014-01-25T09:50:59.003-05:00MilesHe had a good run -- 14 1/2 years, 4 boats, dedicated crew member, always at my side.<br />
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We brought him home on a late summer day in 1999. Within 24 hours we bundled him in his laundry basket bed and headed to "the boat." He took to it like, well, a water dog to water. Definitely a homebody, and never a fan of the great outdoors, no one was more excited when the car pulled into the marina parking lot. Nothing was better than a sniff of salt air.<br />
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He had slowed down of late -- deaf, hobbled by bad hips, a growth in his mouth making eating difficult, but still, always at my side. His quality of life was poor and he told us so.<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Bodyguard and Boyfriend Companion and Confidante</span></div>
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-66037063311605563622013-12-13T08:54:00.001-05:002013-12-13T10:28:15.896-05:00The Best and The WorstAfter a Thanksgiving shore leave we are back in Charleston -- happily well south south of the early winter snows in PA. As usual, our days are filled with the Cap'ns chore list, dog walks, and Loop planning. Walking about the city is a special treat now as Charleston is dressed for Christmas -- offering a bit of southern charm we don't see up north magnolia leaf wreaths adorn doors and fences.<br />
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Here at the MegaDock the parade of southbound boats continues. The most recent wave are either 1) owner operated vessels who waited until after Thanksgiving to leave the Chesapeake Bay or 2) professional crews moving new boats south for the Ft. Lauderdale boat show. This group of boats are smaller than what we saw earlier in the season -- the mega yachts safely in their Florida slips awaiting winter charters and/or owner visits.<br />
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There is not much more to report, so I though I would share the results of an informal poll I took of the Freedom crew:<br />
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Question: <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What are the Best and Worst parts of living on a boat in Charleston?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>The Cap'n: </b><u>Best:</u> "It's a Boat, and the weather is pretty good"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <u>Worst:</u> "Dog needs" (this response came soon after an unfortunate 2AM incident involving vomit)</span><br />
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<b>The Admiral: </b><u>Best:</u> "The fulfillment of a long time dream to live in Charleston; Wearing flip flops in December; Fabulous Food;Sunrises and Sunsets; Carolina blue skies; other than washing dishes by hand, less housework"<br />
<u>Worst:</u> "No walks or lunches out with my friends. Walking Ham up the dock in high winds or when he sees another dog".<br />
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<b>Miles: </b><u>Best:</u> "Mom can never get more than 10 ft away from me."<br />
<u>Worst:</u> "The long walk to shore -- it hurts my hips".<br />
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<b>Hamilton: </b><u>Best:</u> "Mom can never get more than 10 ft away from me. All the attention I get from boaters who miss their dogs".<br />
<u>Worst</u>: "Not being able to run around on my own".<br />
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We're here for another week before heading north for a month or so on shore....Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-35777390865122759472013-11-15T16:55:00.002-05:002013-11-15T16:55:57.919-05:00Dogs On Deck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year the Freedom crew has expanded by 8, legs that is. After two winters of being cared for by a rotating schedule of our k'dults, Portuguese Water Dogs Miles (14 1/2) and Hamilton (5) put their paws down and insisted on joining us for this year's adventure. <br />
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I spent the summer getting ready. First stop was a post I had bookmarked from the blog Taking Paws -- written by Karen and Jeff of Active Captain.com -- focusing on the live aboard life with their yellow labs. Every one of their entries is a treat, but this particular post shares a list of tried and true essentials for sharing your boat with a canine crew. Once armed with my list and my Amazon password, I started stocking up.<br />
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One of the first things I purchased was a <span style="color: blue;"><b>Pet Step</b></span> ramp to make the passage from boat to dock a bit easier, especially for Miles whose aching hips don't allow him to jump very far these days. Once it arrived, we set it up in our mudroom and I demonstrated, runway model style, how to use it. Ham and Miles humored me by walking across it. Then we moved outside where we encouraged them(aka bribed with treats) to walk up the ramp from garage floor to the house. That went well, so, on to the car… Ham sniffed the ramp, jumped over it and lept into the car. Miles turned around and went to sniff something in the garden. Finally, leash attached and firmly held Miles reluctantly walked up the ramp. Success?<br />
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Next purchase was <span style="color: blue;">harnesses</span> made by <span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;">Kong </span>(typically known for their treat hiding chew toys) outfitted with handles. What a difference a handle makes! We only set up the ramp when we are too far from dock for the dogs ( and me) to jump, or when the tides change the angle from boat to dock. The handle allows me to give Miles an assist to shore, to easily grab Ham when it is not his turn to leave the boat, and to move both of them out of the way of humans or harm when needed.<br />
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The handles have been life savers on more than one occasion:<br />
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Within about 2 hours of our arrival in Charleston Hamilton fell in the small crack between the boat and the dock. I calmly shrieked, yelled "Help", dropped to the dock and tried to grab Ham's handle. He was frantic, thrashing about in the small space, uncertain what to do.<br />
Meanwhile, across the dock sat the sailing vessel Geronimo: an at sea classroom from St. George's School in Newport, Rhode Island. The teachers and students enjoying their dinner heard my distress call and within seconds were at my side, belly down on the dock and reaching for Ham. With my hand on his harness, another set of hands on his hind quarter, another pulling his leash, and with cheers and encouragement from behind, we somehow lifted him up. He thanked us with a a good shake!<br />
By the time I composed myself the school group was back to their dinner. I soon came to realize this was their last meal tied to shore before heading out on a multi day offshore trip to the Bahamas. Within 30 minutes, with the sun setting, they were off.<br />
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Another day I walked Ham to a local dark park for some intra-canine fun. This was just our second visit to the park and we found ourselves alone. I did what I could to get Ham to run about on his own, but his interest was low. All of a sudden though, he darted for the road. I chased after him, causing him to pick up speed. I could see a truck coming from each direction and I shouted "Stop!" - mostly to Ham, but hoping the drivers would hear me. Amazingly, both trucks had already slowed down, turned their trucks on a diagonal to block other traffic, and stopped a good distance from Ham. One driver even jumped from his cab and tried to corral Ham as I rushed up and grabbed his handle. Once again, the handle and the kindness of strangers saved the day.<br />
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Just the other night Miles had his own brush with a bad situation. As the Cap'n was getting ready to assist Miles from boat to dock for his after dinner walk, Miles suddenly jumped. His front legs landed on the dock, but his hind legs fell in the gap. The Cap'n quickly grabbed the harness and kept Miles from slipping backwards. The day Ham fell in the temperature was about 70, the winds were calm, and the sun was shining. Last evening it was about 45 degrees with gusts up to 20 mph, and it was dark. Not a great time to fall overboard.<br />
At the same time, our neighbors across the dock were heading out for the evening. They saw Miles slip, dashed across the dock, and gave the Cap'n an assist. It turn out they are Veterinarians and gave Miles a quick assessment. Once again, the handle and the kindness of strangers…..<br />
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One of our greatest challenges living with dogs on the MegaDock is the mega walk to shore -- 4/10ths of a mile each way. Needless to say, we get lots of exercise taking Ham to shore for potty breaks. For Miles though, this is just too far to walk. Enter the<b><span style="color: blue;"> Porch Potty</span></b>: a beautiful wicker rimmed draining astroturf lawn designed for apartment dwelling dog owners, but also used by boat owners. This, I decided, would allow us anchor overnight without needing to take the canine crew to shore, and/or provide the perfect spot for late night and early morning relief. A total win-win: No need to launch the dinghy and find a beach after a long day of travel on the ICW. Along certain stretches of the ICW the marshes and/or alligator infested waters offer pristine anchorages, but preclude any trips to shore. And no need to head to shore in the wee hours -- just open the doors and let the dogs do their thing.<br />
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You see, the good news is the dogs are so well trained they wouldn't think of pottying onboard. The bad news is, the dogs are so well trained they would't think of pottying on board. The Porch Potty was a hard sell, and despite our best efforts before we headed south, Miles nor Ham never really cottoned to the whole idea. In addition, it was hard for Miles to climb up on the potty. I even tried "scenting" the turf with urine samples I harvested before we left PA, and used real sod for a while.<br />
Before long I dropped the sod overboard, dismantled the potty structure, and simply placed the turf on the cockpit floor. In a pinch, Miles obliged.<br />
Now that we are settled, the turf sits on the dock and Miles at least aims for it. Ham prefers the walk up the dock, no matter what the time or weather…..<br />
Suffice it to say, I should have gone with the suggestion made on TakingPaws: buy a piece of astro turf, put it on the bow and all will be good…….<br />
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Once on shore, Hamilton has had a lot more to learn. A suburban dog all his life he had never walked down a narrow, crowded street, stopped at a cross walk ( where there was actually traffic), or heard the siren of an ambulance or police car. Out first few ventures into the Charleston Historic District were nerve wracking for him. But now he is a pro -- to even the horse drawn carriages can distract him.<br />
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Even better than a walk through town is a walk up and down the dock when is it crowded with mariners. I used to think men who sent to see missed their women. Now I know the truth: they miss their dogs. Miles and Ham are rubbed and hugged and showered with affection by rugged boat captains at all hours of the day and night.<br />
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All in all, Freedom's canine crew is doing just fine. Here are some pictures of their life at sea. (Check back soon, I'll be adding more)<br />
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-20419972349507761472013-11-01T17:22:00.000-04:002013-11-01T17:22:31.016-04:00Settled in South Carolina<br />
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On Monday October 14th we said good bye to our traveling companions and forged on ahead to Charleston. Since we arrived on the 16th we have enjoyed two days of fun, food and music at the Southern Ground Music and Food Festival, organized Freedom for the live aboard life, rode our bikes around town, eaten some fabulous food at local restaurants, celebrated Halloween, and gotten lots of exercise! Our slip at the Charleston City Marina is .4 mile from shore. That's a long way at 5:45 AM when you are rushing to get a dog to shore, not to mention the 4 other walks each day, and trips the laundry or heads ( half way to shore). But, it does give us the opportunity to meet other slip holders, admire their boats, and keep fit.<br />
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It only took a few days for us to decide to stay put for the winter. There is lots for us to do and explore here in the low country and we are just a days drive from our onshore home. Charleston also serves as the perfect starting point for our 2014 Great Loop Adventure.<br />
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There is always something going on here on the MegaDock. As the snow birds and charter boats head south to Florida or the islands, the dock space near us fills up every night and clears out every morning, affording us an ever changing array of boats to look at and a beautiful view of the harbor all day long. The first engines fire up as early as 5:30 AM, serving as an alarm clock for the me and the dogs.<br />
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There are many boats here for the long term too, and most of them have crews who are constantly busy cleaning something -- the hull, the water line, fenders, stainless steel fittings. Once they finish all that, they start again. It's exhausting to watch -- but their boats do look fabulous. We're among the only "do it yourselfers" on our stretch of dock and the Cap'n has a long list of projects for us too. Unlike the paid crews, though, we take a lot of breaks.<br />
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So, here we are: settled in South Carolina for the winter.<br />
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<br /><br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-58243752308455820282013-10-11T18:14:00.000-04:002013-10-11T18:15:23.711-04:00On the Move AgainWe FINALLY left Coinjock yesterday morning (Thursday October 10). The weather is still not great, but the winds have died down making our passages more comfortable. We were able to spend last night at anchor in the Belhaven, NC harbor. Ted, Mimi and Lindsey ( aka the Sister Wives) dinghied over with dinner, and even did the dishes.<br />
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Most importantly, Ham and Miles ( and our carpet) survived their first night away from the dock. Ham could not understand why we couldn't go out for a walk this morning, but Miles was happy to use "the back lawn" and not have to get wet in the early morning rain.<br />
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Along with the winds, the rain has also subsided. Today we even saw glimpses of the sun, but I fear we are in for a few more days of drizzle. Happily we are tied up at the Beaufort Docks, one of our favorite stops along the ICW. We arrived just in time to see local high school homecoming parade ( Go Marlins! Downgrade the Hurricanes!!) Friends and families lined Front Street as the high school band marched by, the middle school cheerleaders showed their spirit, candy was thrown, the class and home coming representatives waved from the sunroofs of sports and family cars -- with Dad driving -- , and small wooden boats magically drove down the street. I loved it! ( sadly, tho, I did not have my camera with me)<br />
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We have been here under three hours and the Cap'ns have already been to West Marine in Moorehead City, I have taken a good walk with the dogs, checked out onshore dinner options and watched the parade, Mimi has had a long run, and our flotilla has drawn a great deal of attention. To be honest, we are usually a source of interest, but this time around, the Buy Boats are taking center stage.<br />
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Once again, pictures to follow......Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-87943876058424587652013-10-09T14:33:00.000-04:002013-10-09T14:34:43.756-04:00In the DitchAfter 5 months of shore leave, we are back aboard Freedom and heading south. As often happens, we delayed our departure a few days while we waited for some work to be done. That gave me a few more days to get our supplies stowed and the dogs settled. Our house and dog sitters have grown up and moved out, so Ham and Miles officially joined the Freedom crew. It's a little more work to have them aboard, and a lot noisier at times, but all in all everyone is enjoying the adventure. (More details in a future post)<br />
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After leaving the Delaware Canal on Thursday October 3rd, we headed south to Solomon's Island where we met our friends ( and cruising companions for the next few weeks) Ted and Mimi. They are traveling aboard their lovingly restored Chesapeake Bay Buy Boat, the <i>Nellie Crockett</i>. Also docked in Solomon's, and joining our flotilla south, were Tom and Kathy aboard the Buy Boat <i>Thomas J. </i><br />
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The following morning we got in line behind Nellie, the Thomas J, the Muriel Eileen and the Samuel Bailey as we cruised down the bay towards St. Clements Island and the annual Blessing of the Fleet Festival. There we enjoyed two days of warm early Fall weather and the companionship of the fun loving Buy Boat crews.<br />
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After another glorious day on the Bay, we docked at dark in Portsmouth, VA just beyond Mile 0 of the IntraCoastal Waterway --only 466 miles to go until Charleston! A short walk with the dogs, dinner on the deck of Nellie, and before long, bed were all accomplished amid the noisy activity of the Norfolk/Portsmouth Harbor and a very large Naval ship under repairs across the river.<br />
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Monday morning we did the tightly timed lock and bridge dance as we continued along the ICW. With bad weather looming, we set our sights on the safe dockage at Coinjock Marina just over the border in North Carolina -- and 2 days later we are still there. High winds, rough waters and the closure of the Alligator River Bridge have stopped most traffic along this stretch of the ICW. The winds are even higher today and the rain has fallen persistently since last night. So, we've been catching up on chores, reading, naps & blogs (!) The marina restaurant is just steps from our boats, and there is plenty of room for the dogs to run.<br />
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The weather is expected to calm down a bit tomorrow and we will continue on our way. Until then, I think it is time for another nap......<br />
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(the bad weather and our remote location are making connectivity difficult -- photos to follow)<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-18558713893408849432013-07-26T14:49:00.000-04:002013-07-26T14:51:05.378-04:00Shore LeaveAlthough we continue to enjoy our extended shore leave, we have not completely abandoned Freedom for the summer. One of our favorite summer events on the the Sassafras is the Georgetown Harbor Boat Parade and Fireworks. So, on July 3rd we cruised Freedom from her summer slip at Summit North Marina, in Bear, DE, back to Sailing Associates in Georgetown. There we spent two fun nights -- entertaining a boat load (literally) of friends on the Fourth.<br />
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We were only back in Delaware for a few days before we returned Freedom to the Sassafras for the installation of new starter batteries and some maintenance work on the heating and cooling system. We are using this time to make sure all of our systems are in good shape before we head south in early October.</div>
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We are also keeping busy with some long range planning. Our first stop this fall will be Charleston, SC, where we will stay for at least 2 months, and possibly all winter. Last year's passage south was a marathon -- long days of early mornings and sunset anchorages. In contrast, this year we are building in an extra week of travel time -- affording us more leisurely days and time to actually enjoy the sunsets. In addition, we will be cruising alongside our friends Ted & Mimi who will be taking their Chesapeake Bay Buy Boat<i> Nelly </i>to a boat show in Georgetown, SC. It will be a great adventure!</div>
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At winter's end, sometime in April, we will begin our journey along America's Great Loop: </div>
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Sounds exciting doesn't it? Right now we are reading everything we can about the loop -- from books to magazine articles to "Looper Blogs" to determine the best route for us (there are several options) and what preparations need to be made before we begin our adventure. We anticipate traversing the loop from South Carolina to the Gulf Coast of Florida in about 8 months (April-December). The main goal is terms of timing is to follow the warm weather, or keep ahead of the cooler weather. Most importantly though, our goal is to see and enjoy everything we can -- from secluded anchorages, to historic sites, to towns and townspeople. We can do that!</div>
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Stay tuned as we continue to plan -- but in the meantime there are places to go and things to do on the Bay and beyond.</div>
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-6578853983904045322013-06-28T20:20:00.001-04:002013-06-28T20:20:56.261-04:00Cruising on the BayDespite the name of this blog, Freedom seems to spend more time off the Chesapeake Bay than she does on it. My wish for this summer was for an extended shore leave and some weekend cruising close to home. Memorial Day weekend got us off to a good start. We were asked to serve as the Committee Boat for the Corinthian Yacht Club of Philadelphia's Spring Cruise and we readily agreed. It a great opportunity for us to reconnect with fellow club members, spend some time on the Bay before it got too hot, and for the Cap'n to race his S2,<span style="color: red;"><i><b> Crazy Horse. </b></i></span><br />
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But wait a minute: if Freedom was to be the Race Committee boat, responsible for acting as starting line and finish line -- typically in two different places -- and the Capn' was going to be racing, who was going to seer Freedom? Yes, it was time for me to take off my Admiral's cap and step up to the role of Captain!<br />
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The winds were high throughout most of the weekend, forcing the Friday Fun race to be completed below decks using charts and conversation. Saturday dawned calm and sunny and the early birds began race preparation. Mother Nature had other plans and by 8AM the winds picked up and the waves were white capped. Much to the dismay of some crew members, the days race was on. Some boats opted not to risk injury to crew or rigging and opted out (including Crazy Horse). Those that pressed on faced an athletic day as they raced from Baltimore Light to the Magothy River. As you can see from the anemometer, it was not a day for the faint of heart:<br />
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The Race Committee stared down the breezy conditions to keep everyone informed and at the starting line on time raising and lowering flags, sounding the air horn,<br />
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We were all rewarded with a peaceful anchorage and evening, where we visited among the fleet and shared stories and laughs over dinner.<br />
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Sunday was breezy but better, bringing the full fleet to the race course. The Cap'n steered the boat to the starting line, then jumped on the Horse. Once again anchored off of Baltimore Light we had some picture perfect starts:<br />
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-22586102743648520152013-06-10T20:08:00.002-04:002013-06-10T20:08:28.242-04:00Where Does the Time Go!?! April-May I now, I have been neglecting the blog of late. Ever since my Shore Leave began in mid April I have been caught up in my suburban life and lost focus on the boat life. Not Freedom has been sitting idle either. <br />
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So, let's back track a bit as I get you up to date on our travels .... (you might want to grab a beverage, this is a long post, with only one photo at the end -- when the Admiral goes on Shore Leave so does the Staff Photographer)<br />
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After I hopped off in Ft. Myers the Capn's sister and brother in law joined him for a few days on Florida's west coast before heading back across Lake Okeechobee. Avid bird watcher's, Robin and Alan recorded many notable sightings, but they all agreed that the warblings heard at the Roland Martin Marina Karaoke Night were not Mother Nature made!<br />
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Once back in Suart, another crew change was made. Coming aboard were daughter Adrienne (did you know her name means "Woman of the Sea"?), her friend Peter, Cap'n Pete, and Al&Donna. A great crew for the trip up the coast. After a few days on the Intracoastal (ICW) Freedom headed outside for a 36 run from Fernandina to , taking advantage of the good weather and (mostly) experienced crew.<br />
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By the time Freedom was back on the Chesapeake Bay she was down to the Cap'n, with Adrienne and (now experienced) Peter as crew. Another winter south safely completed. A good cleaning and several loads of laundry later we ready to make plans for Spring and Summer on the Bay.<br />
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Just a few days after arriving, Georgetown, Maryland marked the 200th anniversary of the Burning of Georgetown. We took that opportunity to invite the "River People" to join us on the bow for the spectacular Fireworks display followed by dessert. It was a great way to reconnect with friends and properly kick off the season. Even the Schooner Sultana showed up for the celebration:<br />
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Also joining us that night were our dogs Hamilton and Miles. I am fully engaged in training them to be comfortable and well mannered boat dogs. When we head south in the fall they will be along as crew, as our "in house dog watchers" (aka, the k'dults) will no longer be in house. Fortunately the fireworks did not disturb them, but woe to the guest who wanted to sit on "their spot" on the settee. Something to work on...<br />
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For now, I will work on my next post about Memorial Day weekend... Stay tuned<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-303721494129704282013-04-30T08:23:00.000-04:002013-04-30T08:23:58.254-04:00Random Photos from Freedom<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-46251085000014320842013-04-29T08:18:00.001-04:002013-04-29T08:18:35.434-04:00Unexpected GuestsOur schedule continued to change after my last post -- never did make it to Sarasota, opting instead to press on to St. Pete Beach where we rode out the bad weather for 3 nights. Then it was on to St. Petersburg, sans friend Jim, but in anticipation of spending a week with Andy and Christine.<br />
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It was great to be back in St. Pete. The weather was ideal for walking along the pier, riding bikes, taking a dinghy ride through the harbor and having dinner at the end of Albert Whitted Airport runway. From there we headed south again, and back to Cabbage Key where we took the dink ashore to check out the Cabbage Key Inn and their famed cheeseburgers. The story goes that their take on the all American classic sandwich inspired Jimmy Buffet to write "Cheeseburger in Paradise." We intended to try it last year, but we arrived for dinner, and burgers are only served at lunch! It was worth the wait. More on that soon over at the food blog, MarthasGalley.blogspot.com.<br />
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A day or to later, enroute to Sanibel Island on a gorgeous day with a classic 'blue sky breeze' we had some surprise visitors. Christine and I were chatting in the salon, when I overheard the Cap'n responding to a call on the radio<br />
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Radio Voice: <i><span style="color: #e69138;">"How many passengers do you have on your vessel Cap'n?"</span></i> (that's a weird question, I thought)<br />
Cap'n: <span style="color: #e69138;"><i>"Three, plus myself."</i></span><br />
R.V<i><span style="color: #e69138;">." Please ask your crew to gather in the cockpit, then slow your boat and maintain that speed. We are going to board you" </span></i><br />
Me: <span style="color: #e69138;"><i>"Huh? Who? What's going on?" </i></span>I called out as I jumped up to look out the window<br />
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There on our port side was a large black inflatable boat, with three Lee County Sheriff's Dept. agents dressed in full camo gear complete with flak jackets. Guns at their hips.<br />
By now, Andy was in the cockpit, readying a line, but the officers simply jumped aboard once our speeds were in sync -- I think they had done it before.<br />
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While one officer engaged Christine and I in conversation in the cockpit, the second joined the Cap'n and Andy in the pilot house. First order of business, I suppose, was to hear us speak, and then to assess our demeanor. Before long, the Cap'n asked me to locate our boat documentation. The officer's eyes followed me as I descended the steps to retrieve the paperwork.<br />
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Next we were asked to show our safety equipment: radio, flares, ditch bags (supplies in case we have to abandon ship). When, at the Cap'ns direction Andy pulled out the Gumby Suits ( to be worn in case we have to abandon ship in cold waters) the officer realized we were set for most anything and stopped asking questions. After reviewing our ID's, they motioned to their mothership and in a flash, they were gone.<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><i>"What was that all about?"</i></span> I wondered out loud. The officer in the cockpit had revealed he is typically on Gangs and Drugs duty. Our dinghy can outrun Freedom, so I hardly think they thought we were running something. But you never know, I suppose.<br />
<i><span style="color: #e69138;">"Pretty Girl stop," </span></i>was the Cap'ns theory -- the officers just wanted to see if Freedom is as good lookin' on the inside as she is on the outside. Who could blame them?<br />
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No matter what the reason, it added more than just a bit of excitement to our week.<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-47640543673510034782013-04-02T21:29:00.001-04:002013-04-02T21:30:33.649-04:00The Unpredictability of CruisingRemember my last post? Plans for Sanibel? Scratch that. Boca Grande? Nah. Useppa/ Cabbage Key? Anchored there now -- but just a port in the oncoming storm. A front is heading in, precipitating a change in plans.<br />
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Holding tank issues kept us in Ft. Myers for two nights -- allowing for some long walks and a visit to the Edison-Ford Estates -- and a better smell down below!!<br />
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Tomorrow morning we head to Sarasota where we will ride out the front at Marina Jack for 2-3 nights until we head north to St. Petersburg. Crewmate Jim has taken the disappointment of not stopping at Boca Grande well. Our traveling companions, Jeff, Ellen, and Bunker aboard Trinity are providing companionship, technical assistance and a great view (they are our sister ship -- and we can't get over how good looking they are!)<br />
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Don't feel bad for us -- the weather is ideal: bright blue skies, clear sunlight, dolphins jumping alongside. We just need to be as flexible as the sea life as we move up the coast to greet Andy and Christine.Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-36866017092991703692013-03-29T17:21:00.000-04:002013-03-29T17:22:03.474-04:00Meanwhile, Back on FreedomWhile we were traveling, Freedom remained snug in her slip in Stuart, Florida. She used her time alone for a little cosmetic surgery: new varnish to her handrails, new canvas covers to protect the varnish from the hot sun, new toast colored awnings and dinghy cover, and snappy new red and toast striped cushions. She was looking fine upon our return!<br />
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Now it is time to throw off the lines and do some exploring. Tomorrow we will head west across the Okeechobee Waterway to Florida's west coast. Cruising in tandem with our sister ship Trinity, we will first head north to St. Pete, with stops planned for Ft.Myers, Sanibel Island, Useppa, & Boca Grande along the way. <br />
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I am anxious to hear the roar of the engine, see some alligators and get back into the rhythm of the Waterway.Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-15405084183218837942013-03-21T12:41:00.001-04:002013-03-21T12:41:42.623-04:00Freedom Way Way Off the Bay: VietnamWhen I think of our trip to Asia I think in terms of colors: the ubiquitous purple of Thailand, the brown milky waters of Cambodia, the grey industrial feel of north Vietnam, the pink peach blossoms decorating our hotel in central Vietnam, and the ubiquitous and exuberant yellow gold of the Kumquat Tree signifying Prosperity for the New Year in Saigon.<br />
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New Year's preparations were in full force when we arrived in Hanoi, and we quickly learned to say Chuc Mong Nam Moi (Happy New Year!) Everywhere you looked Pink Peach Blossom branches, sprang from vases and decorated banners. Kumquat trees, in varying sizes, were transported from shop to home on the backs of motorbikes. Tall Yellow Mums were lined up as far as the eye could see at roadside flower stands.<br />
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Markets were full of New Year gifts and traditions. It is customary to burn "money" and paper trinkets representing goals or wishes in anticipation of the new year. For example, if you would like to a new car, you might burn a paper Mercedes; if you need or hope for a new phone, the markets were full of paper iPhones; but mostly there were stacks and stacks of paper money, ready to be burned with the hope of later becoming a reality.<br />
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With the biggest holiday of the year approaching, Hanoi was a swirl of people, motorbikes, and anticipation. It is a crowded, noisy city of narrow streets, motorbikes,beeping horns, and sidewalk restaurants. Our hotel was adjacent to the Guild District where traditionally each of 37 streets feature one craft or profession and its wares. We took a tuk tuk ride through this district -- a fascinating, colorful, up close and personal, and at time harrowing, experience! While trying to avoid collisions with pedestrians, tour buses, & motorbikes, my driver would tap my shoulder, point his finger and say "Madam", making sure I did not miss any highlights.<br />
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A trip to Hanoi would not be complete without visiting the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum: A grand structure overlooking Ba Dinh Square. Reportedly, Ho Chi Minh preferred a simpler resting place, but that wish was denied. Strict guards kept us moving up the path to the mausoleum into the building. When I paused to snap a photo it was made quite clear to me, without words, that this was not to be tolerated. A raised walkway led us around the glass enclosed body of the former leader in a chilly and dimly lit room. Again, no stopping was allowed, and before you knew it we were back outside. The mausoleum is closed for 6 weeks every year for "cleaning." We suspect it is for another layer of wax and restoration.<br />
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We also visited the Hanoi Hilton, -- officially named Maison Central and originally used by the the French to incarcerate Vietnamese -- it gained notoriety, and its nickname, during the Vietnam War when US Prisoners of War were held captive there. As an aside, in Vietnam the Vietnam War is known as the American War -- all a matter of perspective.<br />
In an effort to look towards the hopeful future and not to a difficult past, the area of Maison Central where the US soldiers were held has been torn down. Today, a multi-purpose highrise stands in its place. Visitors tour cells from the days of French rule in addition to a museum of pictures and artifacts from the Vietnam/American War. The photographs show the US soldiers playing basketball, cooking Thanksgiving dinner and John McCain receiving medical care: one of the most blatant displays of propaganda we saw throughout the country.<br />
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I really enjoyed a stop at the 54 Traditions Gallery where we received a personal tour from owner and US ex-pat Mark S. Rapoport. The gallery exhibits and sells culturall objects of the 53 Vietnamese ethnic groups, collected by Dr. Rapoport, his wife Jane Hughes and co-owner Nguyen Thi Nhung. www.54traditions.com.vn<br />
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When exiting the hotel on our last morning in Hanoi we heard patriotic songs and speeches emanating from loud speakers throughout the city. When questioned our guide said it was songs and speeches about the greatness of Vietnam. And he said, "Propaganda." From Hanoi we headed east to Halong Bay and an overnight cruise aboard a 25 passenger ship. The drive was billed to be three hours, but between the bumpy roads, near misses with passing tricks and buses, and stops to view Vietnamese culture (aka, tourist traps) it seemed much longer. The ride did afford us a chance to view the countryside, endless rice paddies and rural villages. We wondered if all that effort was worth an overnight boat trip considering we had just spent 10 sailing in Thailand. Upon reflection, I would say Yes! The dining room was elegant:<br />
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We relaxed on the deck, toured a cave, and took a hands on class in Spring Roll making. It was a great diversion.<br />
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Then it was on to Central Vietnam, and the charming town of Hoi An. Our guide delighted in learning that his father had been in the same town as Al during the war. Life was more "open" in Hoi An. Our guide spoke freely about propaganda, the post war re-education programs, his family's need to star from scratch after the war, and his optimistic hope for social and political change in Vietnam. 70% of the Vietnamese population is under the age of 30. Yes, 70%! As in so many developing countries, the internet has brought the world to Vietnam's doorstep, and as young people see the freedoms and opportunities in other countries, our guide is certain they will begin to demand that for themselves in Vietnam.<br />
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Set beside the South China Sea, Hoi An was a prosperous seaport from the 16th to 18th centuries. It is now a bustling town filled with tailors ready to make you a new garment of fine silk within 24 hours; beach-going tourists; restaurants, a 400 year old covered bridge, and a lively market. I loved Hoi An.<br />
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While in central Vietnam we also visited the Unesco World Heritage site of My Son, capital of the Champa Kingdom. The area was victim to heavy shelling during the war and remnants of only 10 of the original 27 temples are in view. Deep crevices made the the shells are found alongside the ancient structures (7th-13th centuries). <br />
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From Hoi An we traveled by van across the Hai Van "Sea of Clouds " Pass to Hue. Mountain on one side, cliff on the other we marveled at the hairpin turns and blue sky scenery on one side of the summit, low clouds on the other,<br />
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The current residents are soon to be relocated by the government to make room for a luxury resort. When I exclaimed, "Don't the residents have a say in where they go?", our guide replied, "Oh, Mrs. Martha, you forget where you are." That day's reality check.<br />
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In Hue we visited the Ciadel, part fortress part palace as well as the ostentatious tomb of the Emperor Minh Mang. While his subjects suffered from poverty and starvation, he reveled in all things European and built himself a magnificent resting place on the mountainside.<br />
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We arrived in Saigon tired, and with Al a bit under the weather, the Cap'n, Donna and I mustered what energy we had left after 3 1/2 weeks of travel and set out to see the city. Speaking of energy, Saigon has it: 9 million people, 5 million motorbikes, modern glass buildings, women in trendy clothing, wide boulevards, lively outdoor restaurants. in addition to visiting the very modern and opulent former Presidential Palace, we toured the Vietnam History Museum with its comprehensive exhibits on the development of Vietnamese culture and the struggles its people have faced throughout the centuries, and the War Museum which offered photographs and artifacts from the Vietnam/American War. Particularly difficult were the photos of citizens esp. children) with physical malformities caused by agent orange exposure. It was an interesting view of the war from the other side.<br />
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The following morning our alarm rang at 3AM -- time to gather our things and drive through the dark but not completely quiet streets of Saigon to the catch our flight home. As I write this over a month after our return I must admit I am still processing all of the unique sites and experiences of our Asian Adventure, Way. Way Off the Bay.Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-23415669534098235982013-03-19T14:32:00.000-04:002013-03-19T14:32:12.515-04:00Freedom Way Way Off the Bay:Cambodia<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1v-ukwOyfw/UTD9yjbvcCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8bbcWd6kY1w/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1v-ukwOyfw/UTD9yjbvcCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8bbcWd6kY1w/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /></a><br />
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After bidding good-bye to Dave and Jenny, and a few elephant kisses, we headed to Cambodia. Our travel plans hit an immediate glitch at the uncontrolled chaos known as the Phuket Airport. From the relative quiet of the ladies room I realized we were being paged by the airline. We all did our very best OJ dash to the gate and barely made it onto the shuttle bus destined for our plane. <br />
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Awaiting us in Siem Reap was our calm, knowledgeable guideand quick witted guide Pen Kong along with our driver bearing the ubiquitous refreshing wipes and cold bottled water. After a few stops to learn about native Cambodian crafts, and efforts to maintain those skills, we retreated to our hotel for a dinner and a rest:<br />
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While Siem Reap does not have the same intensity of traffic as Bangkok (or Ha Noi, as we would later discover) it did have it's own very un-Western patterns. Here is how you turn left in Cambodia:<br />
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<i>When first turning left, turn sharply into the lane of oncoming traffic -- possibly straddling the sidewalk. Continue in the oncoming lane, constantly looking over your right shoulder for a break in the traffic behind you, alternately watching the traffic in front of you, all the while veering your car in a diagonal manner across said oncoming traffic. Eventually, sometimes within a few car lengths, sometimes within half a block, you maneuver your car across the traffic and into your lane</i>.<br />
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As you might imagine, this is HORRIFYING this first time you witness it from the back seat, and even more so when you are in the back of a tuk tuk (a covered seat being pulled by a motorbike). But, as time goes by it begins to make perfect sense, and I wondered what would happen if I tried it at home!<br />
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Another very Cambodian sight: whole families on one motorbike. The law says one helmeted rider per bike. The reality: Typically 1-3 riders, perhaps, Mom, Dad with child in between with and groceries or school supplies in hand. Once we saw 5 on a bike!<br />
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Our time was short in Cambodia and the next day we were up and out early to explore the temples of Angkow Wat, Angkor Thom and the Banyan Temple. These 1,000 year old structures of hand carved stone have withstood the test of time, heat, humidity, neglect and the encroaching jungle. We climbed their worn original steps designed to replicate climbing the Himalayas. Where the steps were too narrow, wooden staircases were available for these modern visitors to explore the many rooms and shrines of the temples. Kong's familiarity with the temple grounds allowed us to circumnavigate the crowds (which were significant) and quietly enjoy the the artistry and peace of these ancient places. <br />
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Between the temples we drove through the countryside for a glimpse of life outside the city. Modest homes sat on stilts sheltering outside cooking and laundry areas. Hammocks were slung in the shade for daytime naps, and plastic chairs provided a spot to sit and visit.<br />
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Markets selling supplies for daily life as well as tourist souvenirs dotted the roadways. Many markets featured large iron cauldrons where sugar cane was boiled into syrup.<br />
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Our second day of touring took us through the countryside once again for a boat ride on Lake Ton Se Lai. Rice paddies, water buffalo, brahma cows, and children walking and bike riding (often two to a bike) to school in crisp blue and white uniforms caught our eye as we traveled down the sometimes bumpy roads. Once aboard our long tail we followed the Maresey River to the lake. Fishermen with nets stood knee deep in the milky waters.<br />
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Lake Ton Le Sai is home to a floating village of 217 families. We watched as women gathered on front porches to make fish paste from the morning catch and men paddled across the river selling wares or going to visit neighbors. We cheered as children, heading home for lunch after their morning lessons, engaged us in a race. It was an unforgettable glimpse into an industrious community living a very different sort of life.<br />
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As we drove to the airport later that day Kong shared his life story with us: When he was very young, in the mid-70's, his father was killed by the Khmer Rouge and he, his mother and sisters were sent away from their home. His mother was sent to a work camp, and his sisters were also forced to work during the day. When they were away, he was hidden in the jungle -- left to fend for himself -- needing to find food, shelter and protection not only from wild animals but also from the Khmer Rouge. From what we could tell, he was 4-6 years old at the time. A chilling first hand account of genocide.<br />
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Next stop: Vietnam<br />
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-82881086114588625412013-01-31T05:29:00.003-05:002013-02-26T13:52:46.928-05:00Freedom Way, Way, Way Off the Bay<br />
A note: Internet has been sketchy, at best, until the past few days. So, for all of you watching for travel updates, I apologize for the delay. but, I have been keeping notes and hope to continue blogging as time and free wi-fi allow. <br />
I am also having trouble getting pictures to load, so we will have to do with a narrative until I return home (unless you are my facebook friend -I have been posting a few pictures there. <br />
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We have expanded our cruising ground this winter, far beyond the Chesapeake Bay, the ICW and Florida's Treasure Coast. After early two years of anticipation, we spent 9 days earlier this month cruising the Andaman Sea in Thailand. From the beginning I said " If we are going to the other side of the world, we are going to see as much as we can." Thailand would just be the beginning.<br />
So, on January 12 we departed Philadelphia, and after 3 planes rides and about 26 hours we arrived in Bangkok, Thailand late on January 13th. Fully 12 hours, and on the other side of the world, from Philly.<br />
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A city of 15 million,Bangkok sprawls in all directions under a smoggy sky:<br />
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The next day and a half were filled with Buddhas, temples, Thai food, longtails, pink taxis, tuk-tuks, traffic, traffic, traffic, laughs and adventures. The six of us (Al & Donna Dave & Jenny), were primarily escorted by our sweet guide Ms. Tippy, but we also found our way across the city on our own. It was a fast paced few days and a good introduction to Asia.<br />
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On January 16th we flew south to Phuket for the Cruising Club of Americas's National Cruise on the Andaman Sea. After a day and a half at the Angsana Laguna Resort enjoying cocktails by the pool and meeting our fellow sailors, we boarded our chartered 39' sailing catamaran, the 'Moo Shu', and we were off.<br />
Clear turquoise waters, limestone cliffs, white sand beaches, snorkeling, and starry nights marked our days at sea. We thanked the gods of air conditioning for keeping us cool in the afternoon heat, and we praised our "Navi-Guesser" Dave for plotting a route that was scenic and efficient. <br />
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While on the water it was hard to picture the water surge, and resulting death and destruction caused by the 2004tsunami, but onshore in the Phi Phi Don area it was evident. At a Muslim fishing village we heard the first hand story from a young man who greeted us at the concrete pier and offered us a personal tour of his village of 70 people. He described the force of the water washing away then old wooden pier across their harbor. Only one life was lost, an in-law of his brother. I believe more lives were spared because many of the towns people were at sea fishing at the time and the children were in school 3Km inland. The remnants of the pier, piles of wood and metal, and new siding on houses <br />
all served as memories of that destructive event. Our visit to that village is one of my most significant memories of our sailing trip. The pride of our guide, the scent of the fish being smoked on large grills in a corner of the village, the sound of young boys pretending that their bikes were motorcycles, the green spires of the elaborate mosque standing in sharp contrast to the humble homes lining the harbor, and the small children saying hello and blowing kisses remain firmly planted in my minds eye.<br />
Back on shore we were happy for a long hot shower, a good nights sleep in a real bed and the chance to hear where other members of the CCA group had ventured during our week upon the Andaman Sea. Despite the fact that there were nearly 150 of us sailing about 30 boats, we only saw a few other boats all week. Some we saw in a distance, and one night we joined a cockpit cocktail party.<br />
After a final goodbye to Phuket, culminating in the chance to launch Sky Lanterns from the beach, it was time to say goodbye to Thailand, Land of Smiles, and head to Cambodia.<br />
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Stay tuned for more.....Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-85786647833021716472012-12-16T20:51:00.001-05:002013-01-10T07:35:52.896-05:00testing 1 2 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7o-ooANAu8/TblLGI_c5bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cAiBJ4CqcDk/s1600/386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7o-ooANAu8/TblLGI_c5bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cAiBJ4CqcDk/s320/386.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>we are heading overseas soon - by air not water - and i am hoping to blog about our travels using my droid. This is a test...And this is a picture of our traveling companions...<br />
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-1435323795296543112012-12-15T10:37:00.001-05:002012-12-15T10:37:23.728-05:00Stuart for the Winter (sort of)After arriving last month, we only had a few days to "put the boat away" before leaving Stuart and heading back to Wayne for a whirlwind Thanksgiving celebration. Soon after, we headed south on 95 covering by car in 2 days what took 2 weeks by boat on the ICW.<div>
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Upon our return to Stuart two weeks ago we quickly settled into the live-aboard life -- getting to know our neighbors, morning walks over the Rte. 1 bridge (the only "hill" on the Treasure Coast), and daily boat chores. The Cap'n maintains a running to-do list to keep Freedom ship shape, and that list keeps him busy.</div>
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We have also been focused on repairs and refurbishings around the boat: replacing the dinghy pontoons, new cushions for the Calypso Deck, new bimini and canvas covers for the dinghy, coolers, cap rails, and possibly, re-doing the cap rail varnish. We picked out a snappy red stripe for the cushions -- lending our own touch to the boat upholstery. </div>
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It's not all work though,. We have been able to enjoy walking through downtown Stuart, the Sunday Green Market, the Stuart Christmas Parade (a 2 hour long event with 80 lighted floats and a cast of thousands), reconnecting with fellow CCA members at the local December luncheon, visiting with friends from "up north" who happen to be in town for the winter or just a few days. </div>
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We'll be here for another week before heading north again, but for now we are going to enjoy wearing our flip flops.<br /><div>
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Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-44382813251027086472012-11-16T11:08:00.002-05:002012-11-16T11:40:00.048-05:00On the ICW AgainWith good memories and a bit of sadness, we threw off the bow lines last Saturday and said farewell to Charleston. We had a great month there, and can't wait to do it again next year, but it was time to move on. Just before 7 we waved goodbye to our new friends Ellen and Jeff aboard the Selene 53 Trinity and slipped onto the ICW.<br />
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We settled quickly into our ICW routine: up before the sun, coffee on, the Admiral at the wheel and the Cap'n raising the anchor. Once we get moving, I get set up for the day:<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Coffee</span>,</b> check, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Cell Phone</b></span>, check, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Waterway Guide</b></span>, check, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Water</b></span>, check, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Scribbled Schedule </span></b>for the Week*, check, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">iPad</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">for reading the newspapers, email, electronic charts checking in on Facebook, playing Sramble, Googling names of passing boats, etc. check.</span><br />
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* I will admit this is a picture from the trip from the Chesapeake to Charleston.<br />
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See how dark it is in the background?? Leaving at 0 dark 30 causes that......<br />
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Anyway, this week has been much like others on the ICW. Up early, long hours, ever changing landscape, bridge openings to wait for, shallow spots to negotiate, anchoring mid-to-late afternoon (more late than mid this trip) early dinner, reading or tv, then off to bed, sometimes by 9 -- because the alarm goes off about 5:30AM to do it all again.<br />
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It is really not as bad as it may sound -- dolphins swim beside us on a regular basis some offering spectacular shows of agility**, the pelicans entertain us with their awkward dives, about mid-day Tuesday just before we crossed the Georgia Florida line, we noted an increase in Palm trees along with the temperature, and today the water has turned to turquoise.<br />
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We have not seen as many boats along the waterway this year -- we are not sure if we are early or late for the migration, or maybe it's the Sandy effect. We expect a lot of boats who may have planned to head south were delayed by the storm, or may have decided not to make the trip at all. Everyday, though, we seem to fall into a rhythm with a few other boats, leading or following and exchanging radio messages along the way.<br />
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We should be at our winter slip in Stuart, Florida by late this winter afternoon: another Snow Bird winter begins.<br />
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**Dolphins swimming alongside on the Indian River, south of Melbourne, FL:<br />
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<br />Freedomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16669821921256547580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481089829898057490.post-18583508012291330542012-11-13T15:32:00.001-05:002012-11-13T15:32:22.816-05:00Gated Charleston<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><i>Gated Charleston</i></span></h2>
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While walking the streets of Charleston, it doesn't take long to realize that gates are popular there. Originally designed to keep out unwanted guests (human and livestock), today I like to think they are more decorative than declarative.<br />
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One day I took a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Gate Safari </b></span></i>and this is what I saw:<br />
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Some are quite simple:</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some are imposing</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Most are made of iron.....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But some are made of wood....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many are quite ornate....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some offer an intriguing peek at what lies beyond......</span></div>
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Many feature a rosette design.....</div>
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And some are historic.....<br />
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But they are all beautiful.........</div>
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