It has been suggested by many people that I should start a blog so they can read about my sailing adventures.So grab a rum runner, put on a life jacket, and click on one of the pictures above to read short stories from my trips, look at some photos, and even watch some short video clips.
In May of 2013 our mother passed away. We were unable to have services immediately, so we waited a few months so that we could all be together.
In August, 2013, all “6K’s” (plus families) gathered at the beach the week before Mom’s services. One “K” was late in arriving, but, thankfully, he was able to rearrange his (unexpected) work schedule and make it. We had a great time all together for the first time since, we think, roughly 1998. We know that Mom and Dad were with us in spirit and full of joy that we took the time and made the effort to all get together. Many years ago Mom confided in me that one of their (Mom’s and Dad’s) biggest fears was that we would all drift apart and never all get together after they were gone. I hope we remember that and that we continue to get together as often as we can — which is not easy since we live on two sides of the Earth!
The week after our beach trip we had Mom’s service. Afterwards we had lunch with family and friends, then we went and had a family photo shoot. Kim has doctored one photo that I present as the Rogue Wave Christmas greeting. In the photo you will see the “6K’s” (in order: Kenny, Kerry, Kelly, Kim, Kevin, and Keith), along with six yellow roses. Our Mom and five of the 6K’s were born in Texas, and Dad frequently gave Mom six “Yellow Roses of Texas”, so we had to have them at Mom’s service.
What a blessing that we were all able to get together and that we had these photos made. Little did we know that “K5″ would be gone just a few months later.
In closing, have a very Merry Christmas. Hug your spouse and your children, and all of your other family members. Reach out to family you may not have seen in a long time. Get together with your family as often as you can. Write a letter. Remember how much fun it is to receive personal snail mail? And, more than anything, remember to say “I love you”. Little did I know that the last time I said that to Keith (at the end of a phone call like we always did), it would be The Last Time.
We love you, Keith.
*It is so hard to skip Keith.
Keith’s “brother from another mother”, David Jones, will be handing out whistles at his Dove Hunting group on Monday. Due to a snafu with our order of “Keith Sullivan Memorial” whistles, Whistles For Life donated their logo whistles for David to give away to all the dove hunters. What a great company to help us make this happen! The president of the company talked to me personally and requested that his warehouse overnight the Whistles to me so that they would be here on time. Please consider them for your whistle needs :).
We’ve also had the URL to the Rogue Wave printed in white so that it is easier to see.
Be safe, dove hunters!
For those who are interested, SAGA is “on the hard” in Beaufort, NC.
But this is who she is and what she loves:
Shameless reminder: We plan to continue the Whistle Project. Next year we are considering holding the event in the Beaufort area. We will gladly continue to accept donations to make this happen :). Donate $20 and we will send you a whistle.
It is the height of the summer boating season, so we want to remind you to always, always WEAR your whistle while you are on a watercraft! Or if you are walking across a campus or parking lot, carry them in your hand. Keep it handy if you are hunting or fishing or anywhere you may be alone and experience an emergency situation.
NOT here (deep in the bowels of your pocketbook or bookbag):
but HERE (in your hand, ready to use):
NOT here (hanging on a peg on your boat):
but HERE (on your person):
NOTE: These whistles do not float! So, if you plan to attach your whistle to a life jacket, you might elect to attach it with a lanyard so that you can get it to your mouth without completely detaching it from your life vest.
PLEASE… don’t let a Google search of your name have results like THESE!
OH, a shameless plug… We plan to continue holding whistle giveaways at some of Keith’s favorite ports of call. If you would like to donate towards the project, checks can be sent to: Kelly Wyatt, P.O. Box 4481, Emerald Isle NC, 28594
We are thinking that our next giveaway will be somewhere in NC in May, 2015.
A quick note to let you know that our whistle project made the paper
Here is a link to the article: Safety whistles handed out to start Safe Boating Week
We’ll post a summary of the event and pictures soon.
THANKS to everyone who donated money towards the whistles, the graphic artist who donated the artwork, and to everyone who listened to Keith’s story and accepted a whistle.
This weekend is the service project we are holding in memory of Captain Keith.
If you are in Georgetown, SC, please stop by and pick up a whistle… and promise us you will wear it! Here is an article that was published in the Georgetown Times describing what we are doing: Family of drowned boater hopes to save lives of others.
Hi, everyone, or, should I say something nautical like “Ahoy, mates!”?
Several members of my family and Keith’s “brother from another mother”, David, will be in Georgetown, SC on Saturday, May 17 during National Safe Boating Week to distribute survival whistles to boaters in the area.
We hope to see some of you there!
This is a post of Saga’s Journey home, Day 2. I have included Facebook posts, in blue.
January 21 Kelly Sullivan Wyatt
7:00AM near North Myrtle Beach, SC
Good morning, swing bridge! We’ll be there soon!
Today Kevin and I left North Myrtle Beach (ICW mile 354) at 8:00. We had to wait for the swing bridge to … well, swing. The operator told us to “come on”, but when we got close, there were still cars crossing the bridge. So, we had to circle back and wait. Once we were through, we proceeded at a pretty slow rate — approx 4.5MPH. That would put us at our next destination (Southport Marina, ICW mile 309) after dark. With concern, we pushed on. We soon got up to over 6MPH using motor and jib sail, so our eta went back to between 4-4:30.
January 21 Kelly Sullivan Wyatt
near Carolina Shores, NC
Kevin and I pulled out of Barefoot Landing Marina at 8am. Late for sailors, I know, but we both got some much needed rest and actually slept better than either of us had in the last week.
After we left the “rockpile” stretch of the ICW, I read that we should have radio checked to see if there were any barges coming that we would have to avoid in the narrow channel. Oops. We believe that we just crossed the state line. Hoping to make Southport Marina before dark.
It was a pleasant day and the ICW was a straight shot, so I was able to take a number of pictures along the way.
All went well until Lockwood’s Folly Inlet. Hmmm. You can read about the trouble at Lockwood’s Folly here (and you can and learn why it is called Lockwood’s Folly here).
I guess we should have. We were going through while the tide was ebbing, it is a narrow channel with rip-rap along the channel’s edge on the west side and an assortment of channel markers. We drew our line, carried on…. and found ourselves grounded. Dang.
We called Boat US and inadvertently gave then the name of the previous inlet, where they could not find us. Once we got that straightened out, we had to sit tight for about 45 minutes waiting for help. The marine patrol came by, and I guess they thought we would be ok, because they left. We were a nice un-channel marker for the southbound sailboat that soon came by. While we were waiting, Saga listed more and more to her starboard side… I took a picture at 25 degrees, and she listed even more than that at one time.
While Kevin was … indisposed… Saga suddenly shifted more upright. He… composed… himself and ran on deck to see if we were breaking loose. Sadly, Saga soon settled into more of an incline.
I was not freaking out — I knew we were safe, but I was almost in tears thinking that if we listed too much and Saga took on water, we’d lose her right then and there. I was upset at the cruelty of that to Saga and to Keith’s memory.
Fortunately, the towboat US fellow came along soon after (“Kevin– why is his boat so SMALL?”). Kevin let him know that Saga was an older boat and asked him to be gentle. So he hooked lines up to her bow and stern and proceeded to wash the sand out on her starboard side, and… WHAT, pull her more to her starboard side??? Yup, he gently tugged at her bow, gently tugged at her stern, washed out sand, lather, rinse, repeat. And then…. slowly… slowly… faster… faster… Saga up-righted herself and we were pulled off the sand. We were towed past the inlet, tested the motor, the rudder, everything we could and proceeded on.
Next on our plate was a *beautiful* rainbow. Yup, a rainbow. What does that mean on an otherwise sunny day? Yup, rain. It started to come on strong and Kevin suited up in rain gear (thanks, Kenny, for your dry sack full of surprises). I asked him if that is like carrying an umbrella — we wouldn’t need it. Well, we DID need it, but just for a few minutes.
It was about that time I saw a pod of dolphins. They probably came up to see what fools were NORTH BOUND in January! I was not able to get a picture of them. I kept my hand on the tiller. Soon after that we heard the rumble of thunder and some lightning. But, no more rain, and the storm stayed a good bit away.
Our two-hour delay put us into Southport after dark. We had to search for the channel markers that were not lit by flashlight for several miles, and we had to find the marina by flashlight. But, we made it around 6:15. There was no one to help us dock the boat, but Kevin did a fantabuous job of docking without dock-side assistance.
Once we got the boat settled and I collected my belongings (including Kevin’s warm hat OOPS), we went and had some wonderful pizza. We left Kenny and Kevin at the Marina around 8:00 and arrived home, traveling through snow and rain, around 11:00.
The final days of Saga’s journey home hopefully will be documented by Kevin and Kenny. In some ways I was sad to leave. It was fun time on Saga, something I never had with Keith, but some time with Kevin that I will always cherish.