Life Aboard the Noka ― Part I
TALES OF LIVING AND CRUISING ABOARD THIS 18-TON CUTTER BUILT IN OUR BOATSHOP...
My wife Susan and I were crossing the Gulf Stream on the way back from Grand Bahama Island to Hillsborough Inlet, Lighthouse Point, Florida.
The weather had kicked up, with wind and seas coming from the northeast ― the worst possible scenario for that particular crossing of open waters. For with surface wind and seas opposing the Gulfstream current, which often ran at six or more knots in a northerly direction, really nasty and confused sea conditions were building up. And for the first time in a long while, we had a genuine concern for our personal safety.
As the seas built up, we began to realize that it was the Noka which had led us into danger.
But not for the reason you might suppose. As we were not at that time aboard our Noka, the stout 18-ton wheelhouse cutter shown in these photos. Rather, we were aboard our much smaller 28' twin-diesel Sportfishing yacht, the Noka II, which we had acquired after we had swallowed the anchor, moved ashore and sold the first Noka.
"Noka" in Ojibwe stands for the Bear (Clan), which is the symbol for strength and courage... And our Noka was every inch a bear of a boat...
I had designed, and we had built the first Noka ourselves in our Toronto-area boatshop. She was such a strong, stable, seaworthy and seakindly vessel that, in seven years of cruising on her, we had come to trust implicitly in her abilities in all manner of weather and seas. So much so that in the easier-going sub-tropical summer season, we paid little attention to the weather reports ― except, of course, for those of hurricanes that might be headed our way.
We had left Grand Bahama with the same devil-may-care attitude that we had developed when we were sailing in the first Noka. Unfortunately, the Noka II, in which we were now running in two- to three-meter seas, wasn't a tenth as tough or forgiving or watertight as the original Noka. And we were really in deep shit, so to speak.
In our beloved Noka, we could have run on a reach under a triple-reefed main and forestays'l only, with the engine ticking over slowly and us steering from the comfort and safety of her enclosed, self-bailing wheelhouse. But not now.
Now, we were exposed and vulnerable, with an open cockpit and precious little shelter from the weather. Not that the Noka II wasn't a great little vessel, for she was. But she was a good boat, for what she was. The Noka II was never intended to be out in the kind of wind and seas we were facing.
Susan and I both thought, but didn't speak about Fort Lauderdale restaurateur Chuck Muer, his wife, and two friends who had been lost at sea a couple of years prior, crossing the Gulfstream in their 40-foot sailing yacht during a storm.
If you're goin' through hell keep on going ... Don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it ... You might get out before the devil even knows you're there ...Rodney Atkins recording
Well, since I'm here to write the story, you may have guessed the outcome.
Fortunately, neither the weather nor the seas worsened. Although the Noka II was only 28 feet long, she had good, strong diesel engines, big reduction gears, and relatively large props ― all of which combined to enable us to power through that truly nasty seaway relatively quickly and emerge safely into the quieter waters west of the Gulfstream, before time, fatigue, and the odds caught up to us.
The irony of the situation was that seven years experience living and cruising aboard the Noka had actually led us into danger, not because she was inadequate for offshore work, but precisely because she had been so superbly fit for it that we did not make the adjustment to a smaller, less capable vessel without first being taught a hard lesson by the Sea.
― Phil Friedman
Postscript: Future installments of this series will further explore the joys and vicissitudes ― including some more near-death experiences ― of living and cruising aboard in Florida, Bahamian, and Caribbean waters. Here's hoping you will join me.
Fair winds and safe harbors. ― PLF
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