I think this has the potential to be interesting, informative and entertaining in equal parts.
I (and others, I'll wager,) would be interested in hearing about your most harrowing encounter on the water aboard your Grady.
Give Us The Tale Of The Day You'll Never Forget.
One requirement..NO EXAGGERATED WAVE HEIGHTS! Keep it Honest & Real, but Believable. Sea States grow with the re-telling of the story until your "Seafarer was caught in 15 footers." The BS Flag will be hoisted when these stories come up.
OK, I'll start. This is 100% True.
Launched at New Buffalo, Michigan on the Lake and motored down to Michigan City IN in August; fifteen years ago in my Seafarer. ( It was approx 6-7 miles Pierhead-To-Pierhead.) I foolishly misjudged the timing of a passing cold front. We waited 'till the line of storms passed ahead of it and took off.
While inside the channel in M. City, we had lunch & relaxed aboard. During that 2 hours, the NW winds began blowing in earnest post-passage, and as we motored out the Entrance on our way back to New Buffalo, we were met by a vicious NW Sea crashing over the North Pierhead, spraying almost to the top of the Lighthouse, and cascading into the channel like Niagara Falls.
Anyone familiar with the Great Lakes (like Family Affair) can tell you that a 25-30Kt NW wind blowing down the length of Lake Michigan will cause the hardiest power boater to pause. The seas were packed as tight together as the 103rd Infantry, and had to be at least 6 footers, cresting and leaving white foaming streamers on their back sides as they rolled down the Lake. It was truly astounding to see how fast the World out there had changed during our stopover. It was forever embedded in my conscience from that moment on how fast conditions can change on the Great Lakes.
We rounded the Lighthouse, came out out of the Lee and started North. With one hand on the throttle and the other gripping the wheel, I began steering a zigzag course North back to New Buffalo while I smacked myself repeatedly for thinking I was a Boater after making a lousy weather call and consequently endangering us all.
After what seemed like 10 minutes of constant maneuvering interspersed with equal doses of Fear and Self-Incrimination, I turned and looked aft.
We were barely 100 yards off the North Pierhead.
It quickly became evident that we would not make New Buffalo by sunset at that pace. The waves were coming at us so fast that our forward motion was slowed to a crawl. We were spending as much time climbing waves as going forward. About the time I decided to Abort and head back inside the pierhead, a huge Rogue crested over our Port quarter. I will abide by my Rules and not over estimate the wave, but my son and friend determined it was as high as our Bimini, and I don't disagree.
I spun the wheel hard over to port and gave the Yam some gas to climb it so it wouldn't snap roll us. The Seafarer, as y'all know, is a great and stable hull, but I didn't want to take a chance on an athwartship roll to starboard. We climbed the face of the wave, took Who-Knows-How-Many-Gallons aboard and slid down the backside. The 65 degree water cascaded aft down the walkarounds and sloshed around the cockpit until the overworked scuppers could drain it out.
I needed no more convincing. I made a wide turn to port, jockeying to stay in the troughs as much as possible while broadside to the seas, rode the back sides of the waves back into the channel, and we docked at the MI City Port Authority. From there we got a taxi, (no Uber in those days) and went back to New Buffalo. I brought the truck & empty trailer down to Mi City, and we pulled out at the ramp there. I noticed once we had the Seafarer tied up, the wind was blowing so hard we were getting sand-blasted even though the beach was several hundred feet away.
I have never misjudged an oncoming cold front again. We could've been the lead-off story on WGN's Local News At Six if things had went awry, and they almost did. The Great Lakes are lethal in a Blow, I assure you. Gordon Lightfoot didn't just dream up his biggest hit... That's why it's so interesting to me to read LuckyDude's and the West Coast guys encounters in the Pacific with the wide intervals between swells. The Great Lakes have steep Walls Of Water that hit you every few seconds. It's truly another World in freshwater.
I (and others, I'll wager,) would be interested in hearing about your most harrowing encounter on the water aboard your Grady.
Give Us The Tale Of The Day You'll Never Forget.
One requirement..NO EXAGGERATED WAVE HEIGHTS! Keep it Honest & Real, but Believable. Sea States grow with the re-telling of the story until your "Seafarer was caught in 15 footers." The BS Flag will be hoisted when these stories come up.
OK, I'll start. This is 100% True.
Launched at New Buffalo, Michigan on the Lake and motored down to Michigan City IN in August; fifteen years ago in my Seafarer. ( It was approx 6-7 miles Pierhead-To-Pierhead.) I foolishly misjudged the timing of a passing cold front. We waited 'till the line of storms passed ahead of it and took off.
While inside the channel in M. City, we had lunch & relaxed aboard. During that 2 hours, the NW winds began blowing in earnest post-passage, and as we motored out the Entrance on our way back to New Buffalo, we were met by a vicious NW Sea crashing over the North Pierhead, spraying almost to the top of the Lighthouse, and cascading into the channel like Niagara Falls.
Anyone familiar with the Great Lakes (like Family Affair) can tell you that a 25-30Kt NW wind blowing down the length of Lake Michigan will cause the hardiest power boater to pause. The seas were packed as tight together as the 103rd Infantry, and had to be at least 6 footers, cresting and leaving white foaming streamers on their back sides as they rolled down the Lake. It was truly astounding to see how fast the World out there had changed during our stopover. It was forever embedded in my conscience from that moment on how fast conditions can change on the Great Lakes.
We rounded the Lighthouse, came out out of the Lee and started North. With one hand on the throttle and the other gripping the wheel, I began steering a zigzag course North back to New Buffalo while I smacked myself repeatedly for thinking I was a Boater after making a lousy weather call and consequently endangering us all.
After what seemed like 10 minutes of constant maneuvering interspersed with equal doses of Fear and Self-Incrimination, I turned and looked aft.
We were barely 100 yards off the North Pierhead.
It quickly became evident that we would not make New Buffalo by sunset at that pace. The waves were coming at us so fast that our forward motion was slowed to a crawl. We were spending as much time climbing waves as going forward. About the time I decided to Abort and head back inside the pierhead, a huge Rogue crested over our Port quarter. I will abide by my Rules and not over estimate the wave, but my son and friend determined it was as high as our Bimini, and I don't disagree.
I spun the wheel hard over to port and gave the Yam some gas to climb it so it wouldn't snap roll us. The Seafarer, as y'all know, is a great and stable hull, but I didn't want to take a chance on an athwartship roll to starboard. We climbed the face of the wave, took Who-Knows-How-Many-Gallons aboard and slid down the backside. The 65 degree water cascaded aft down the walkarounds and sloshed around the cockpit until the overworked scuppers could drain it out.
I needed no more convincing. I made a wide turn to port, jockeying to stay in the troughs as much as possible while broadside to the seas, rode the back sides of the waves back into the channel, and we docked at the MI City Port Authority. From there we got a taxi, (no Uber in those days) and went back to New Buffalo. I brought the truck & empty trailer down to Mi City, and we pulled out at the ramp there. I noticed once we had the Seafarer tied up, the wind was blowing so hard we were getting sand-blasted even though the beach was several hundred feet away.
I have never misjudged an oncoming cold front again. We could've been the lead-off story on WGN's Local News At Six if things had went awry, and they almost did. The Great Lakes are lethal in a Blow, I assure you. Gordon Lightfoot didn't just dream up his biggest hit... That's why it's so interesting to me to read LuckyDude's and the West Coast guys encounters in the Pacific with the wide intervals between swells. The Great Lakes have steep Walls Of Water that hit you every few seconds. It's truly another World in freshwater.