Craighill Keeper’s bLog

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Gradually, bluish light began appearing over the horizon and the meteors appeared less and less. I walked around the deck to look toward the west, but stopped short when I spotted a fat seagull sitting up on one of the davits. Good, maybe they don’t like the fishing line on the railings after all, I thought. Just then, an osprey flew off the roof directly over my head like he’d been sitting there watching me. He startled me so much, I gasped out loud and jumped back. I think he may have tried poop-bombing me and narrowly missed my face as I found splotches down the lapel of my jacket once the sun rose further. I wonder if he sat glaring down at me from a perch on the dwelling roof the whole time I sat in my chair counting meteors? Spooky. Tyler stayed in bed for a while playing with the wind-up radio and flashlight. I brought out the lemon muffins for us, noting there were tons of ants all over the floor of the kitchen, crawling into our bags, and running single file between all the floorboards. How in the world do so many ants get two miles off-shore? I’d really like to know! We ate breakfast and then Tyler stole my chair to do some early morning ship spotting with the binoculars while I cleaned up and stored all the sleeping stuff away. Eventually, we hopped in the boat to head back to the marina where Capt. McBride had promised to have some real coffee waiting for me. Mmmm! I wanted to get there early enough to savor the coffee and relax a bit before heading back out. The water was finally calm (calmed around 8 AM) and I figured we could zip back pretty easily without getting too wet. As we dropped down into the boat, the temperature was warming enough to not require a jacket. I knew I’d be changing out of my long-johns and jeans into shorts and a t-shirt when we returned. I also happily noticed the black dock line was in fact still intact and holding up fine. For the first time, I hadn’t lost a thing from the boat/lines. Woo!

We pulled into the marina and I made a wide u-turn so the bow of the boat was facing back out and wouldn’t require ‘reverse’ to turn around when we departed. Since the motorshaft isn’t quite long enough for the height of the boat fully inflated, it tends to stop sucking water through after I use reverse for some strange reason. Three impellers later (not to mention all the time lost while the boat was in the shop), I’ve learned to just avoid using reverse at all costs unless absolutely necessary. It also means I have to keep the motor tilted as far down as possible at all times underway. Terrence met us at the pier with coffee and hot chocolate. Woohoo! My elation over coffee turned to embarrassment as Terrence pointed out I had an ant in my teeth. Ewwww! Tyler giggled and relayed how I had pulled one out of my ear earlier in the morning! As we walked up to shore, I saw Marty from Chesapeake Bay Magazine was already there and her photographer joined her shortly with her gear. So we were back on the water after “real” bathroom breaks and headed out. The chop started picking up a little and we got splashed a bit along the way. Tamzin kept her camera snapping most of the ride out as the lighthouse became larger in view, with the silhouette of the Bay Bridge in the distant background. I sported my goofy bicycling “Ride Like A Girl” skull cap that I like to wear to keep my hair from blowing in my face and since it doesn’t have a bill, I don’t risk it flying off like the visor I lost last time out. I can’t wait to see how those photos turned out!

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Ah another weekend down. My routine is to head to the lighthouse on a late afternoon/early evening, haul all the supplies and bags up, eat dinner, and veg for the night to prepare for a long day of work the next day. The energy required to tie the boat up, haul the supplies up, and secure the boat better is enormous, leaving me wrecked. This way, that part’s done and the next day will be fresh. The problem is I can’t sleep out there knowing the boat is being yanked around. I had not had a trip yet where I hadn’t lost something off the boat. A ring ripped off the side, a fender attached to said ring sent adrift, the railing on the old boat ripped out, etc. etc. The Bay and boats attached to open-water lighthouses just don’t seem to get along well for me. I am eagerly awaiting the boat lift proposal… In the meantime, the scrubbing and maintenance can’t wait for a lift so my little assistant and I headed out again Saturday with plans to pick up Marty and Tamsyn (? I hope I spelled that right) from Chesapeake Bay Magazine at the dock the next morning. I skipped my son’s baseball game so I could fix the stabilizer V piece that fell off the boat on our last trip out (causing us to idle back up the Patapsco to Pasadena for hours…). It was a tricky booger - you can’t get to the screw holes because the pontoons are in the way inflated, so I had to get this goofy little ratchet screwdriver tool since even the Phillips head on the ratchet went down too far and couldn’t reach. Eventually, I got several screws put back in and hoped for the best. The flaw in the plan was that a front had just passed through (but thanks for the rain!!!) and the winds that followed were still going strong. The forecast called for them to die down overnight, so we decided to put the boat in the water and wait til the last second to head out while we still had daylight or for the winds to calm - whichever came first (that last glimpses of the sun came first).

The afternoon at the marina was pretty exciting all by itself! We met Jesse the dog and Capt. Terrrence McBride of the sailboat Shibumi, having the distinction of being the only sailboat I have ever seen in that marina! More on that later.

I had just put the boat in the water (hey, I’m getting better at backing the trailer up - I managed to get it squeezed around someone’s truck that was partially blocking the ramp entrance) and was standing chatting with Capt. McBride and one of the marina owners when the sound of emergency sirens wailing in the distance became louder. Rob said it was probably EMS coming to put their boat in, so we scrambled down and moved my boat further down the dock and then I moved my Jeep/trailer into the center so it was relatively out of the way. Sure enough, a boat was trailered down to the water and launched quickly, followed by an ambulance, fire truck, and another emergency vehicle. I squeezed my rig through to park across the street and then we sat in the boat picking up pieces of conversation. Someone had gone overboard near Hart-Miller Island and needed a rescue, possibly two people. The water looked pretty rough, so I held my breath waiting to hear what was going on. I’ve heard plenty of rescue calls while listening to the VHF up on the lighthouse, but this was the first time I was witnessing one. Scary stuff! My other thought was, “Man, I hope they never have to rush in here to rescue ME!” Although, I used the action-time as a learning experience for my son, explaining this is why he always hears me preaching ’safety first!’ and make him wear a life vest. One of these days, I’m going to have to teach him how to start and drive the boat Just In Case. One thing at a time - right now he’s learning how to work the lines and tie/untie it.

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What a way to spend a gorgeous October Saturday! Attending the power boat show in Annapolis with a friend was a blast and then I zipped up to Baltimore for a party at lifetime member Willie and Meg’s house in Edgemere with locals and sailors who are passionate about their waters and lighthouses. The recurring theme of the day was hearing about the guy from Minnesota who bought Smith Point light and apparently talked to most of the boat show folks before I did. The difference is he owns Smith Point privately (and seems to have plenty of money to pour into it) while Craighill is owned by a non-profit (us) and we rely on donations and help from other people. This Baltimore Sun article was mentioned to me several times. I find it fascinating he got stuck out there for three days. I would feel safe enough in any storm in the lighthouse, but I can’t imagine what my poor boat would go through. I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t survive. Wow, he has internet out there!! I checked out the ISP and they’re only in Northern Neck, VA, so I guess I need to find a wireless provider in Baltimore who wants to broadcast a clear signal in exchange for free access and a webcam at Craighill Front. Then I could watch baseball games on my laptop via the SlingBox I have wired up at home while I’m out there Although, I don’t mind listening on the radio now and then and thankfully, the signal does carry up to Baltimore (yes, I’m a Nationals fan - never really got into the American League). Funny that the article mentions the fishing line trick as my very helpful assistant keeper (my son) and I strung some up last weekend finally to deter those nasty birds.

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[Full Photoset] I think that photo would make a great advertisement for Custom Boatlifts, Inc., who paid a visit to the Craighill Lower Range Front Lighthouse yesterday to survey the feasibility of retrofitting a boat lift onto the existing davits (click for larger image showing their company name on the boat). The work barge was awesome out there. The whole crew was also very helpful in fitting the ladder that’s been sitting inside under the hatch on the southwest side, which seems a more leeward place to tie the boat up. I’m not sure the ladder will actually remain there as it doesn’t quite fit right. Although, the platform does seem to be closer to the water level than the steel grate on the other side.

Chris and I met for lunch in Pasadena, where I was surprised to find a house on my short-list of possibilities about 9 months ago on Stoney Creek is STILL for sale! Wow. We discussed board items over lunch, then headed over to Scott’s (of Custom Boatlifts) house, where we were treated to a boat ride on mostly calm waters out to the light. When I initially mentioned the boat lift idea to Chris, I joked that it’d need to be easy to drop down as well as secure so that I was the only one who could drop it without having to hold the boat in one place to work a crank or something. I wrote, “remote control?!” half-jokingly, particularly since there’s no power at the lighthouse (yet). So I giggled out loud when Scott lowered his boat into the water off his dock using a remote! Seemed a promising sign!

This circa 1950s or 1960s photo depicts the davits/lifts in use on both sides of the lighthouse. The pair on the left are the ones we are looking at as the pair on the right are now missing a davit. I still haven’t uncovered what happened to it. You can see a board mounted across the tops of the ends of the davits and now there is quite a bit of rust and erosion where the board was, so the structural integrity of the davits will need to be determined before we sink money into a lift system. I think it will be awesome to lift the boat out in the same way keepers did back in the day. It’s historically accurate. However, aside from the coolness factor of replicating how keepers manned the light into the 1960s, I’ve found lifting the boat to be an absolute necessity out there. The waters are far too rough to tie my boat up with glued-on rings and the tide and winds change unpredictably. I’d like to be able to sleep restfully through the night so I have enough energy to actually do maintenance work two days in a row rather than being drained from babysitting the lines and boat all night and rearranging as needed.

Planning on using solar power to drive the motors needed, we started out discussing overhauling the existing winch, but deeming that too large and expensive of a project for now (it appears to be missing some parts that would require a machinist and I want something as quickly as possible), we turned to discussing placement of mounting motor boxes and how to wire cables through the davits. The Custom Boatlifts crew continued measuring and brainstorming while Chris and I headed up to the gallery deck around the lantern. I had noted water is still leaking through in places, likely where the seams have split in the roof paneling, so we used up the rest of the roll of Ice & Water Shield to cover a large area. I’ll bring another roll out next time and finish the entire thing.

Meanwhile, with a bunch of strong guys out there offering to help, I asked them to try to fit the big ladder that’s been sitting inside the lighthouse since we acquired it under the hatch that opens and closes easily on the leeward side, but has too short of a ladder to use as an entrance. The guys were awesome and I owe them a huge thanks for their help! We placed a lock on the top of the hatch, but once the ladder was in place, realized it wouldn’t close all the way. Plus, the ladder doesn’t fit in the way I envisioned it would. I thought it would hook in backward from the inside out on the bar, thus fitting behind the shorter ladder. A brace attached to the caisson from the existing short ladder blocks that since the other ladder is wider. So it fit platform facing in, and seems a bit awkward. Oh well, it was worth a shot! But I’ll probably end up hauling it back up next time out as it seems a little unstable and I’d like to close that hatch so it doesn’t warp. Bummer. It’d be nice to be able to tie up on that side until we get a lift. Ah well, you don’t know til you try, right?!

So keep fingers crossed that the lift idea is viable! Even if it’s a little awkward to work, anything is better than tying up out there for any length of time. If there’s anything I’m learning about being a Keeper, it’s that you have to be creative and adaptable! I’m also learning that while lighthouses stir romantic notions in most lighthouse lovers, reality is that as a keeper, particularly of an off-shore light, they take a ton of exhausting body-numbing work. Whew! I’m up for the challenge, though. Thanks to everyone for their help and expertise yesterday!

Scott joked that he and his son River will bring me coffee in the mornings in a couple years. Boy would I love that, but hopefully I have a coffee solution next time I’m there that early. Must get a single-burner stove or something. That grill just doesn’t boil the water in the percolator like I had hoped it would!

I was disappointed to receive an email from a company I ordered industrial metal primer paint from matching the color of the lighthouse stating they no longer carry what I ordered. Back to the drawing board as I’m fairly certain the “Safety Red” Rustoleum I currently have is going to be way too bright. I’m picturing fire-engine red, but I’ll probably try a swatch to confirm my doubts. Speaking of fire engines, I arrived home to a bunch of flashing lights right in front of my house; a sight that can stop the heart beating for a few seconds since I knew my family was home. While thoughts of “Is someone hurt? Is the house on fire?..” raced through my head, I was relieved to see them in the front yard spectating. Turns out a motorcyclist was hit. Eesh, hope he’s ok.