After
a stay of 29 days in Port of Bundaberg Marina due to our recalcitrant transmission,
we finally slipped the lines and moved away from the dock late morning on
Monday the 21st. It was a very short trip though as all we did was
drop anchor in the river just outside the shipping channel ready for an early
departure just predawn next morning. It also provided us with a relaxing afternoon which we both enjoyed.
We did say we anchored 'just' outside the shipping channel. |
Bundaberg
turned on another stunning sunset over the river shortly followed by a short
but spectacular sugar cane fire as they burnt off a field ready for harvest. A huge ball of thick, acrid smoke rose about
eighty to a hundred metres vertically into the still air until a
very slight wind arose unfortunately blowing the dark pall directly over the river and our
boat. We closed every porthole and zipped up the cockpit enclosure and watched
helplessly as black leaf ash rained down all over the decks. So much for the
nice clean boat we left the marina with.
Another stunning Bundaberg sunset |
This sugarcane fire was spectacular but we could have done without all the ash falling on us. |
We
arose in the dark next morning and did our final preparations before upping the
anchor as the Eastern sky began to lighten. Both the chain and anchor came out
of the water caked in dark mud to join the previous evening’s black ash.
Despite giving the deck hose on the bow a serious workout we knew we’d just
have to live with the grime on the decks until later.
After clearing the channel we motored out into
clear water, headed up into the wind to raise the main and mizzen and turned
onto our course North towards our destination of Pancake Creek. The genoa was
unfurled and at last we were underway again.
The
early wind was a fairly light South Westerly but was strong enough to keep the
sails filled and provide a little boost as we motor-sailed in the early light
with a one to one and half metre following swell. The sun gained height in the
sky and things got a little messy as the
breeze swung through the South and then directly aft from the South East as predicted.
Fortunately the weather guys got it wrong and it kept swinging more to the East
giving us a reasonable wind angle for a long, uneventful run up to Round Hill
Head.
It's so good to finally but under sail again heading north. |
Swells splashing up on the rocks of Round Hill Head |
It
was here that the monotony was broken by a nice school mackerel taking our trailed
lure. It was quickly aboard, cleaned, filleted and in the fridge for the next
morning’s breakfast. Thank you fish.
First fish of the trip. |
We
would have liked to have been able to stop in 1770 but the entrance is very
shallow which would only allow us to cross on the high tide and we had been
told that there is now very little available room to anchor in any reasonable
depths in the creek.
1770 certainly looked as crowded as we'd been lead to believe. |
Crossing
the bay from Round Hill Head to Bustard Heads we sailed through yet another
huge patch of disgusting sludge that we have been coming across all too often.
We believe it’s ballast water discharged from bulk carriers before they take on
their loads of coal etc but whatever, it’s awful.
Yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It stretched for hundreds of metres on the other side of the boat. |
Bustard Head Lighthouse |
We
carefully picked our way through rocks off Bustard Heads. They are clearly
marked on the charts and quite visible in daylight particularly with a decent South
East Swell breaking over them. Down came all sail and we motored in through the
narrow channels of Pancake Creek. Three boats were anchored not far inside the
mouth but, as we were planning on staying a couple of days, we went further in
and were rewarded with a very flat, peaceful spot to anchor off a palmed lined,
white sand beach.
We were able to anchor in good holding just off the beach. Very nice. |
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After securing the boat we relaxed with our traditional after
passage cold beers. Karen then produced an
amazing Asian Duck Breast Noodle Salad for dinner with a nice cold bottle of Sav Blanc
while Pancake Creek provided a stunning sunset.
We normally treat ourselves to a cold beer once the anchor goes down after a passage. |
Yum!!!! You can see many of Karen's recipes on the Our Galley page of the blog |
We
may not quite be in the tropics yet but it’s starting to feel like it.
Burnett Heads to Pancake Creek: 65.0 Nautical Miles – 10 Hours 32 Minutes
Average Speed 6.2 Knots – Highest Speed 7.5knots
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We’ve said all along that this was to be our shakedown
cruise although we never expected to get shaken down this much. Here’s the
report card
What Worked
The rebuilt transmission, new water pump and aft head.
Yay!!!!!!!!!!
What didn’t work.
Nothing – touch wood.
What we did right.
Went to Pancake Creek. It’s beautiful and very sheltered in
most conditions.
How we screwed up.
It’s nice to report no screw ups for this chapter of our
blog.
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Nice story a ref of which continent / part of the world would be nice as I've never heard of any of these places. A lake sailor.
ReplyDeleteHate the sludge did you try to avoid passing thru it or just too large to miss?
Mark we are sailing North up the East Coast of Australia to the Great Barrier Reef Islands in our Whitby 42 Ketch. It certainly is a long way from the lakes. Hope you enjoy our travels. Cheers
DeleteNice story a ref of which continent / part of the world would be nice as I've never heard of any of these places. A lake sailor.
ReplyDeleteHate the sludge did you try to avoid passing thru it or just too large to miss?