Capt. Steve Creel's blog
Call me out of touch, call me old school, call me whatever you want, I don’t care. I have reached the age where what people say or think of me does not matter. I know I’m old school. I like boats made from trees. I like dirt roads and I like cars and trucks that look like a Ford or Chevy, with manual crank windows and side window vents. Hell, even this old country bumpkin can parallel park on a city street without a camera, computer, automatic transmission, or power steering! Oh yeah, and I like road maps.
Key West Race Week in January 2000 was one of the largest keelboat sailing regattas in the world at the time. There were more than 300 racing sailboats on the island for the event.
No, this is not a story about some action hero on a covert mission in foreign waters involving spies, special forces, and stealthy vessels.
Well, it’s Miami Boat Show time again, and as a boating professional, I can tell you, it is one of the hardest shows to work for several reasons.
You drove that Taurus how far?
Power and Motoryacht’s Editor-in-Chief George Sass Jr., who also serves as Group Editorial Director and VP of the AIM Marine Group, was married in July of this year.
Sometimes the best navigational aid is in front of you.
In 2013, I was asked to take two couples from Stuart, Florida, to New Orleans in a 49-foot Eastbay for Jazz Fest, a route I was very familiar with. During preparation for this trip I met Capt. Stan Morse and his best mate Judy onboard their boat, Folly, in a mooring field on the South Fork of the St. Lucie River in Stuart. They were in the process of returning home to Destin, Florida, after several months of island hopping.
Back in the day I could work 20 hours straight, get four hours of sleep, and maintain an okay level of performance. That has all started to change over the last couple of years. Today, I don’t do sleep deprivation well.
So with that said, let me tell you about a rather interesting assignment I got recently. It started with a call from my broker friend Steve Fithian of HMY who needed me to deliver a 42-foot Grand Banks motoryacht from Ft. Myers to Ft. Lauderdale. This delivery was to be an educational run with owners Becky and Gerry, not time sensitive.
I had been cooped up in an office for five years. So when I switched jobs and they asked me to take a brand new Grand Banks to South Seas Plantation for a rendezvous, I was pretty excited. The Grand Banks had no electronics—paper charts and visuals were a must. And I was eager but nervous; it had been a long time since I’d been out on coastal waters. I solicited the help of my good friend Debbie; she was pretty good handling lines and I’d soon have her reading charts like a pro!
In the early 2000s I found myself delivering quite a few boats along the Northern Gulf Coast; Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and the panhandle of Florida to and from South Florida.
Bimini was a 1952 Harkers Island 43, repowered with a single 3208 CAT, natural of course. She would do about 12 knots at full throttle, a typical Gulf Coast charter boat in 1978, open deckhouse (no a/c), head, and a couple bunks forward, four mounted fishing chairs in the cockpit, and a flybridge. Engine access was center of the deckhouse, with bench seating port and starboard. Bimini and I would become intimate, even unknowingly going through a name change.