|This is a video of the memorial for the Harbor Patrolman who lost his life during a storm on Catalina recently. One of the most touching tributes I've seen. Coast Guard, Harbor Patrol, Sheriffs, Shore Boats, Shore Patrol, Vessel Assist, Navy, Police, and several yachts made up the fleet.|
This is probably one of the best accounts of what happened that night.
| Avalon Storm of December 30th, 2014|
A Sipes family (Tamara and Daniel with Sophie, 9 and Max, 8) tradition is to take our boat from San Diego (Mission Bay Yacht Club) to Avalon Harbor, Catalina Island after Christmas and stay through the New Year. New Year’s Eve on Catalina is rather popular with many events, including a black tie affair at the Casino. As such, the number of boats in Avalon Harbor swells for the holiday. On December 30th, 2014 the weather forecast called for mild winds (5 to 15 knots) from the North East. I have been through several of these “Santa Anas” while boating at Catalina and the northern Channel Islands. Twice they have been severe enough that the harbor master called for everyone able to leave the anchorage to return to the mainland or seek out alternative shelter. Once I rode out a Santa Ana at sea – mostly in Santa Monica Bay. It was an exciting night with strong, warm winds and steep seas but my Cal 25 sloop handled it well.
However, this time the weather forecast was such that there was no advisory to seek alternative shelter. The harbor has several hundred mooring buoys. The moorings for larger boats are well spaced and on the “outer” edges of the mooring field. Moorings for smaller boats, like our 34 foot Meridian powerboat, are more densely packed toward the back of the mooring field. Some moorings are more exposed to Santa Anas than others. We were on buoy 103, which would be very exposed to the wind and waves and requested to move more “inside” the harbor. I was told there were no “good” moorings remaining but buoy 62 was available. This buoy was only marginally better protected but was in shallower water and closer to the sea wall – not good if the seas are large and breaking. I still elected to move to buoy 62 as it should be a bit more sheltered from the predicted wind direction. Since the forecast was for mild winds, we were really only talking about comfort, not survival. However, we decided that it would be best for Tamara and the kids to move to a hotel ashore so they could get a good night’s rest. We took our dinghy ashore in calm weather at about 5 PM, had dinner at Antonio’s Pizzeria then checked into the Glenmore hotel. I spent some time with the family, said good night and left for the dinghy dock. While walking back I noticed a cold wind was up, more than the 5 to 15 knots forecast, and the seas were already rough.
The ramps to the dinghy docks had been hoisted and the dinghy docks – with my dinghy still attached, were about be towed away from the Green Pier to a safer place in the harbor. I recognized Brian Bray, the harbor master we have interacted with for many years, as leading the operation. I said, “Hello” to him and he turned to me, looking rather frantic, and said, “This wind just came up in the last twenty minutes!” From his expression I inferred he was surprised by the intensity of the wind. The worker riding on the now free-floating dinghy dock said to the tow vessel operator, “Go, go, go!” I mentioned to Brian that I just dropped my family off at a hotel and needed to get back to my boat. He pointed to the yellow boat coming in to drop off a woman and said, “Try the shore boat.” I went down to the dock and hopped onto the shore boat. The shore boat operator just stared blankly at me and I stated I had just dropped off my family in a hotel and needed to get back to my boat. He said, “Well, that was my last run. It is too dangerous. But I will do one more. Exact change only - $4.50” I told him I had four singles or a twenty. He said, “Tonight, four dollars is fine.” He brought me to The Tamara and wished me good luck.
The wind was blowing maybe 20 knots and the seas in the harbor were increasing – now 4 to 5 feet and steep, arriving every 5 seconds or so. I tuned the VHF radio to channel 12 – the harbor patrol. From the conversation I immediately determined that Baywatch had one or two boats in the harbor on standby in case the situation worsened, but one of them was, hopefully temporarily, out of service with a mooring line “wrapped” on the propeller. They were trying to free it. People were also on the radio asking to get off their boats but the shore boat had stopped running. They were asking the harbor patrol to get them off their boats. The harbor patrol responded stating they were trying to secure the harbor but would get to them in time. The “Catallac” a 50’ party-boat catamaran, asked for assistance to secure to a second mooring. They were in the outer harbor, and it was a very good idea to do this. The harbor patrol helped them. So now the Catallac had two lines securing the bows and two securing the sterns.
The ride was rough in the harbor. On my boat items were falling from the shelves. I was tidying up and securing items when I heard a “bang” on the bow. I looked through the salon window to see the stand-up paddle board, which I had already secured, blown over the side and held in place only by the Velcro ankle strap attached to a stanchion. I got a line and went forward to hoist back aboard and tie it down more securely. Then I went back into the cabin.
It was dark, but I could still make out the boats in the anchorage. I noticed an ~8 foot zodiac inflatable with a small outboard flying from the stern of a sailboat and wondered how much wind is necessary for that to occur. Thirty knots? Then I heard, “Avalon Harbor patrol, I am off my mooring! I need help!”
Avalon Harbor Patrol, “We are on our way but still towing the dingy dock. We will get to you as soon as we can.” Baywatch, “Our prop is still wrapped, we have a diver in the water.”
I went up to the bridge and saw the free-floating boat, banging into other boats. Then the harbor patrol arrived, got line to the bow and towed to a calmer part of the bay by the Casino. I noted the sea wall was only about 75 feet behind me. If my mooring line parted I would likely be in the breakers and smashed against the wall before the harbor patrol could arrive. I climbed down from the bridge and went on my bow to check the mooring line attachment to the cleat. All looked good and I had, earlier in the day, attached another line to the loop of the mooring line and also to another cleat on the boat. In this way, if the cleat should pull out we would still be attached to the mooring. However, The Tamara’s mooring was very loose – the stern and bow lines, from the anchors below, were too close together. That allowed the Tamara to float too close to the boats on either side but more importantly it did not always face directly towards the oncoming seas. It would get somewhat sideways thus increasing the stress on the mooring lines when waves would hit. My neighbor to starboard, who I later learned was Richard Bertram (yes – of that famous and influential Bertram family), on a 37 foot powerboat, placed his Achilles dinghy between our boats and I also place fenders forward.
I started the generator to top off the batteries and also started the engines. Then I felt a particularly large wave hit the boat - Tamara’s bow raised all the way to the end of the hawser. I felt a “bang!” as the slack ran out and wondered if the line had parted – I quickly took bearings and determined we were still attached.
Then I heard over the radio, “Harbor patrol, we are free! We need assistance.” And another, “Harbor patrol, this is mooring XXX, we are free.” Harbor patrol responded, “We are on our way.”
“Harbor patrol, we have sick people on board and need to be evacuated” “Harbor patrol, we have elderly on board and need to get to shore” “Harbor patrol, the captain is not on board, what do we do” “Harbor patrol, we have a person having an anxiety attack with shortness of breath. We need to be taken ashore.” “This is Catallac. We are down to one mooring line and need assistance.” Harbor patrol, “We are trying to control loose boats right now. Others will have to wait.” The radio blurted, “The King Neptune is loose!”
I knew the massive King Neptune well, having performed a persona best, at the time, freedive to 101 feet from it many years ago. It was particularly concerning that it was floating free because it had been moored in the outer harbor and was a very large vessel – 65 feet. King Neptune could do a lot of damage to the vessels in the inner harbor if it were pushed ashore by the wind and waves. I watched from the bridge. It was moving through the harbor striking boats. These were glancing blows – causing damage but not threatening to destroy the smaller boats. It was now essentially floating broadside to the waves and wind. Then it appeared the mid-section of the King Neptune was going to hit a ~40 foot trawler yacht. I thought to myself that if it hits it will either break the trawler off the mooring or push it underwater and ride over it. Then it hit the trawler. I watched the pulpit collapse and the King Neptune just seemed to hang-up for a bit. Then a woman from within the trawler screamed into the radio, “Help! We are breaking up! Our boat can’t take this! It is coming apart! Help us!”
By this time the harbor patrol was swarming around the King Neptune with three boats. They put personnel on board and secured a line to the bow and towed it off the trawler and headed to the calmer part of the harbor by the casino. Then the towline parted. They secured anther line and started to tow. Then it snapped. The King Neptune once again was drifting through the anchorage and again hit the same trawler, this time a glancing blow. The Harbor patrol repeatedly tried to take it into tow but the lines would just break. A voice of a harbor patrolman on the King Neptune said, “I’m trying to start the engines.” On board was 39 year old harbor patrol officer Timothy Mitchell – a Kiwi who had moved to Catalina in 2000 and worked on this very boat as a SCUBA instructor. He served on the volunteer fire department and eventually joined the harbor patrol. Getting the engines going was the only hope to save the boat. But it was too late. The King Neptune hit the seawall about 100 feet astern and toward the Green Pier from my boat. The waves were pounding , rocking it violently. A crowd gathered on land – now only feet from the King Neptune. The stern of King Neptune was very close to steps that are used by swimmers to enter the water in calmer times. Then I heard over the radio, “Tim fell off the swim step of the Neptune and is in the water!” I hoped he could get clear and not be pulled under the boat by the tremendous suction that develops under such conditions. Then many in the crowd ashore screamed and I could tell by their expression some gasped. Many turned away but some leaned in further. I knew what had happened. Every patrol and Baywatch boat in the harbor raced over, but could do nothing due to breaking waves. The harbor patrolman’s body would be recovered later that morning. The King Neptune would be reduced to debris in less than two hours. The engines remained in that spot. The rest of the boat and its contents spread throughout the harbor, with many parts thrown by the waves onto the city streets. The harbor stank of diesel. Two other boats, both trawlers, went ashore at about the same time. But they went onto the beach rather than against the breakwall, so fared somewhat better.
The harbor patrol went back to grabbing wayward boats and towing to the more sheltered portion of the bay. I am sure they were out of moorings so must have been tying them to other boats or floats.
Richard and I tried to speak to each other. I mentioned I had dove off the King Neptune a few years ago and it was a massive, good vessel, but he could not hear me. We were ten feet apart but the sound of the wind drowned out my voice. We did manage to communicate that we would keep an eye on each other and help as we could. Both of us were the sole occupants of our vessels and sometimes you just need a bit of help from someone else.
I re-assessed my situation. With the breakwall directly behind my boat I realized that if my mooring line should break I would only have seconds before the boat swung, connected by only the stern line. In this position, the breaking seas would come over the transom, flood and sink the boat quickly. So I would need to start the engines and cut the stern line as quickly as possible. I put my largest and sharpest knife by the salon door. I already had a life jacket on but took off my shoes (much easier to swim without shoes) and put swim fins by the salon door. I took the boat registration and insurance papers, folded them and placed in my back pocket. I attached a water activated strobe light to the shoulder of my lifejacket and put a water proof flashlight in my jacket pocket. My plan was, if the mooring line should break, to first try to motor out. Even if I got out of the breakers I would need to navigate through many rows of closely packet boats on moorings. With the large windage of The Tamara, I would not have good control and might hit other boats or get a mooring line wrapped on the propeller thus disabling the boat. Alternatively, if the boat was heading to the seawall quickly, I would jump into the water and swim to the calmer part of the harbor where I could climb out or be picked up by a harbor patrol boat. Anything to avoid being on the boat pinned against the seawall awaiting certain destruction.
Around midnight or so the winds and seas seemed to go down a bit but then around 1:00 they picked back up. Then I heard on the radio, “Epic is free!” Epic is a large luxury sportfisher, maybe 65’ long. The mooring line had been attached to the windlass on the bow – a very strong attachment point – designed to deploy or retrieve the ships anchor in all conditions. But the windlass pulled out of the deck setting Epic adrift. I watched as the harbor patrol chased Epic down, put a man aboard and secured a tow line. This time it went as planned and Epic was towed over by the Casino and secured to a dock.
Then another boat came adrift – a ~60’ pilothouse motor yacht - I am not sure of the exact make. It was moving quickly through the harbor, about to move into a densely packed area of smaller boats. Two harbor patrol boats rushed to it and were determining a plan of action when the operator came on the radio and said, “I’m going to try to get the engines going.” A harbor patrol boat pulled alongside and a man attempted to step aboard just as the owner put in gear and revved the engines. The yacht lunged forward and harbor patrolman missed his mark, ending up in the water and luckily missed the powerful propellers. The harbor patrol boat had to move around several boats before returning to the patrolman in the water, but he was brought back aboard. “Seaview is free!” This is the glass bottom boat. Fairly large, heavy and very wide. It bounced off a few boats before being secured and side-tied to another vessel, still in the exposed area of the harbor. Too bad for the vessel to which it was attached.
“Harbor patrol, this is Susie Q. We are free and in need of assistance.” This family had been next to us an Antonio’s. What appeared to be three generations of family. The grandparents, the parents (one with a jacket embroidered with “Susie Q Crew”) and grandchildren. I was on the bridge and saw Susie Q, a ~40 foot Hunter sailboat, spiral off her mooring – stern to wind and waves. Her engine was on. She looked in good shape. It looked like she was going to pass the 35’ Tiara powerboat on mooring 105, round her stern, then could head out to sea. But instead she turned sharp, attempting to pass in front of the Tiara. The wind and seas were too much. She could not get her bow into the wind. She collided, at speed, with the bow of the Tiara. Susie Q then backed off, tried to go forward but could not. Her propeller was wrapped and the engine useless. She seemed stuck to the Tiara, with her stern to the waves. The harbor patrol came by to help. Eventually a line was attached from her bow to the stern of the Tiara. The stern of the sailboat was let go and she floated around – attached by the bow to the stern of the Tiara. The strain on the line was tremendous. When the wave would pass under the Tiara and to the sailboat the line would snap taught, but not break. Then, often, the bow of the sailboat would smash the stern of the Tiara. Eventually back of the Tiara started to disintegrate. The bow of the sailboat developed a huge V-shaped hole. If the rope should break, it was unclear whether Susie Q would go aground on the beach or hit the breakwall. Susie Q was also in danger of sinking.
The skipper of the Susie Q radioed the harbor patrol. “I’m not sure how long this rope will hold. What do I do if it breaks?” Harbor patrol, “Float into shore.” Susie Q, “But what do we do? Jump off? Swim?”
Harbor patrol, “We don’t have much to do with that. There will be people on shore to help. You might want to think about getting off that boat now.”
The harbor patrol sent a boat over and evacuated the Susie Q. The stern was pitching too much to transfer. The harbor patrol vessel pulled up beside the mast, where the pitching was reduced. The crew evacuated.
For a couple of hours the now abandoned Susie Q battered the stern of the Tiara, which was occupied. The harbor patrol tried to free the Susie Q but it seemed that it was somehow attached beneath the waterline. The Susie Q eventually sank.
People continually requested to be taken off their vessels but the Harbor patrol could not accommodate due to more pressing emergencies.
“That Cigarette boat is free!” A 42 Fountain speedboat came detached from its bow mooring and swung into a sailboat two boats in front of me. I could see the situation clearly from the bridge. The speedboat seemed to be still attached by its stern mooring and was banging into the side of the sailboat. I heard a particularly loud “thud” of the two boats coming together then screams and yells from the man aboard. His wife came on the radio, “His finger is gone! He is hurt! We need help!” Ordinarily I would have taken my dinghy over and rendered assistance, as most people would. But I just felt helpless, seeing him motionless on the swim step with no means to get over there. I shined the boat’s spotlight on the sailboat’s swim step to aid the harbor patrol in locating him, and also in case he passed out and fell into the water. The harbor patrol arrived quickly and evacuated him and his wife. I saw an ambulance and fire engine race to meet them by the Casino.
A very large trawler, maybe 55 feet, came loose. The owner was trying to get the engines started – probably the only way to save it. The Harbor patrol was busy with other emergencies, so was not immediately available. It was up to the owner to get the engines started and get out of there. Just before the water was too shallow, I saw the trawler start to move under its own power. It takes a tremendous amount of power, and some time, to get a boat that size to turn into the wind. It was too late. It hit the beach and washed ashore. Quickly the seas broke open the side and flooded the interior. Destroyed but no lives lost.
“The Seaview is free again!”
Throughout the night an ambulance and fire engine, red lights flashing, would occasionally run out to the Casino stay a few minutes and then run back into town.
These emergencies went on and on throughout the night. Sometimes a sort of rhythm would develop and it seemed the worst was over. Then all in the anchorage would feel a particularly large wave move through mooring field (often noted on the VHF “that was a big one”) followed by the “so-and-so is free!” alerts from nearby boats. Dinghies frequently blew through the anchorage to be demolished against the seawall.
As for my family ashore, around 4 am I texted my wife to let them know things seemed to be calming down a bit and I was going to try to get some rest. It turned out my daughter was awake, saw the text and woke Tamara to read it. Tamara immediately called me and we chatted for several minutes. Then I put my feet up on the salon couch and prepared to rest. I left the VHF on so, hopefully, I would be alerted to any wayward boats headed my direction. I did not sleep but was able to compose and send a couple of emails and texts.
At greylight the wind and seas had greatly diminished and the destruction apparent. Three trawlers on the beach. Most of the townspeople, and the media, never saw the massive King Neptune against the seawall. It was reduced to rubble well before dawn. But the harbor was full of its debris – thrown onto land, floating throughout the harbor and below the surface. Most of the wayward dinghies were destroyed, in bits. But interestingly their outboard engines could often be seen near the seawall, a foot or two below the surface, sitting on the bottom. The mast of the sunken sailboat arose from mooring 103, our previous mooring. I’d guess that 50% of the boats in the harbor had significant damage.
Sadly, while searching for the harbor patrolman, another body was found. He was 53 year old Bruce Ryder, a well-known Avalon resident that lived on a boat in the harbor. Somehow he and his dog ended up in the water. His dog made it to shore and his usual hang-out, the Marlin Club. But he did not.
Lessons learned and some observations? Many.
First, the bravery, professionalism and competence of the Harbor Patrol and Baywatch cannot be overstated. Without their efforts many more lives and much more property would have been lost. Our deepest condolences go out to the family and friends of Timothy Mitchell.
Second, the weather is not predictable. Sounds obvious. But at the first sign of a Santa Ana, even if forecast to be small, we will evacuate. This NE wind was predicted to be 5 to 15 knots. It topped out at 42 knots. Cat Harbor is a good choice if you want to remain on the island during a Santa Ana.
Big heavy boats are more prone to breaking the moorings and, once adrift, more difficult for the Harbor Patrol to control. These types of boats, especially if they are on the most exposed moorings, should be the first to evacuate.
During the 12 hour ordeal, neither the Coast Guard nor Vessel Assist rendered assistance. There were two Vessel Assist boats snug in the harbor, moored in the desirable protected area, with no signs of operators. I can imagine the Coast Guard had their hands full dealing with the weather and distressed mariners elsewhere. But, had trained operators been around, it sure seems that Vessel Assist could have put those two towboats to good use in the harbor.
Most of the boats that I saw adrift were due to failed moorings, not failed deck fittings. Many of the boats adrift still had their moorings attached. Don’t think that just because you have good deck fittings that you are in good shape. One of the trawlers on the beach had its windlass ripped out. As did the Epic. That does not seem to be a strong point for some boats. I saw no boats with ripped out cleats. That seems to be a better secure point.
Don’t jump off a boat in the surf. Either evacuate before the boat hits the surf or ride it through.
Remember there is tremendous force between colliding boats – even at seemingly slow speeds. Never put yourself between boats or between boats and a shore facility.
In mooring fields during storms, motoring out is not a good option. Just turning a large boat into the wind and seas in the confinement of the mooring filed can be a tremendous challenge. Once Susie Q’s propeller became fouled she was at the mercy of the elements. Much better to leave beforehand.
Lastly, I am incredibly thankful my family was not aboard. I am a fairly strong swimmer and felt I could possibly make it through the surf, and even across the harbor, if I had to abandon ship. I would not assume that of my family members. With the seawall behind me riding the boat through the surf was not a realistic option. Of course I would have requested they be evacuated. But in this emergency that likely would not have been possible. Many families requested to be evacuated and the harbor patrol simply could not get to them until after daylight when things calmed down. Hopefully these families are not overly scared by the ordeal and will keep returning to Catalina. For my family, Catalina is a very special place. My wife and I became engaged on the island. Our kids have been joining us since they were three weeks and five weeks old. We make many trips to the island every year including a two week annual cruise with Mission Bay Yacht Club. We will never look at Avalon Harbor in the same way as we did before December 30th, 2014. But our appreciation for Catalina and her residents have only increased. We will soon return.
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