UPDATE: 03/30/2009--pictures added:
Return to Central Exumas March 5-16, 2009
Yeah visitors!
Dan and I planned our trip back from the Jumentos in plenty of time to be at Staniel Cay for the expected arrival of our son, Tom, and his wife, Anina by Flamingo Air to visit us on our boat, Sea Star. Our return was with the two boats we spent time in the Jumentos with- Passport and Windsong, using what is called the “old Mailboat route”. This route shortened the trip, kept us on the shallow Banks, avoiding entering the Atlantic in somewhat windy conditions with a significant swell. The other Island Packets that had sailed with us to the Jumentos had returned via this route a few days previous with no major issues crossing the coral heads and shallow spots and we hoped we could, too. We sailed from Flamingo Cay anchorage past Coakley Cay to Rocky Point, some 40 miles, where we spent a quiet evening on the banks under a starry sky. The following day we continued on another 40 miles to Black Point Settlement where we checked Adderly’s Market for necessary provisions, then went on to Staniel Cay to meet the plane at 2:30PM.
The plane was a little later than scheduled but all was well as soon as Anina, who is terrified of flying, was on solid ground. Tom and Dan dinghied the bags to Sea Star and Anina and I waited for the second trip. It was a glorious and sunny day. Soon the two of them were swimming in crystal clear water behind the boat and forgetting the New England weather. It was Christmas for us as we had not returned home or celebrated that holiday with our family, and Tom’s suitcase contained lots of goodies: my new computer, a wifi antenna, a soft weight belt and ten pounds of diving weights for Dan, new sunglasses for me and a great little machine by Cannon that prints pictures directly from a card or computer. We gave Anina and Tom tee shirts from the George Town regatta and a rum punch to begin their decompression from their business-world lives in Boston, MA.
As we dinghied ashore to explore, we couldn’t help but see the many nurse sharks and rays in the water under where the Bahamian fishermen clean their catch. With four of us in the dinghy, Anina was quite uncomfortable at their closeness, especially to where she had just enjoyed a swim.
After dinner at Thunderball Club, we made a plan for the next day to sail the 30 miles to Shroud Cay and begin exploration of the Exuma Land and Sea Park there. The Bahamians have reserved the underwater and some of the Cays for nature preservation. In the Park visitors may hike, swim, snorkel and look freely, but no fishing, conching, lobstering or shelling are allowed. We arrived in time to dinghy the creek and visit the ocean beaches at Shroud Cay. To explore the narrow, winding mangrove creek you need a high or rising tide. We went at rising tide- but we enjoyed our adventure especially when we ran aground. We delegated Tom to get out and haul us through the soft white sand in the dinghy until we arrived at the shore.
Dan and I had visited some Cays in the Exumas, but they are so lovely we didn’t mind going back and showing them to Anina and Tom. One of the places we recalled having a great time visiting was Warderick Wells. The colors of the waters and the quality of the corals there are spectacular and we felt Anina and Tom would really enjoy them. Also, Tom could take some great photos, his hobby. So the next day we sailed the few miles toward Warderick Wells, where we had made the required reservation for a mooring ball. There was time for a swim and a climb up Boo Hoo Hill, and excellent snorkeling at Ranger’s Garden and Judy’s Reef, as well as a cruiser beach get together in our two day stop. Tom had snorkeled when our family had visited Panama ten years ago, but snorkeling was quite new to Anina. She looked adorable in her new wetsuit and hot pink fins and mask. Soon she was swimming with the fishes and I might add, the largest lobsters I had ever seen.(remember, this is a protected Park)
These “kids” lucked out weatherwise! Exumas had perfect warm, sunny, breezy weather for their entire trip. The next day brought an easy 18 mile sail to Cambridge Cay, another of the Cays in the ELSP. By now we all were dying to get in some more snorkeling while it was warm and calm and we visited Tom’s Elkhorn Reef, Rocky Dundas, Aquarium and Airplane snorkels, as well as around the rocks near our boat. Dan and I had wanted to visit Compass Cay about two miles from Cambridge, so we enlisted Jamie to drive one dinghy and we all zoomed and pounded over the surging waters by the Atlantic cuts.
On the knowledgeable recommendation of the Park volunteers on the catamaran, Movin’ On on Compass we were to have lunch at the marina, and visit a place called Rachel’s Bubblebath. Rachel’s proved to be a hit with all of us! Rachel’s is a natural limestone rock grotto located at the point where the Sound and the Ocean meet. The warm water was indeed a mass of frothy bubbles and deep enough to swim in while allowing the current, rushing, splashing and spraying across the rocks from the waters of the Ocean, to smash over and around us as we were the only group there.. Jamie of Windsong got close enough to the jagged rocks to tie a 50 foot rope where we could hold on for dear life as the current tried to send us under the water or back downstream! Wearing fins and goggles, we played there for about an hour, then went to our promised lunch at the well kept marina.
Our next stop, which was to be our last on the visit with Anina and Tom, was to Black Point Settlement. We had a great dinner of conch and fish at Lorraine’s. Dan mentioned that the very same airplane that our guests were to depart on from Staniel Cay also stopped for passengers at Black Point. Flamingo Air was very agreeable when Tom called to change their departure stop and a woman named Ester who works for Flamingo Air, even stopped at the dock and picked Tom and Anina and their luggage up in her truck and drove them to the airport a few miles away. They were on the road waiting to be picked up at 8:45AM and in the air by 9:00AM- no waiting and no security check at that point. then zoom! On to Nassau for them and George Town for us.
Changing the tickets instead of sailing back to Staniel Cay allowed us to relax and again eat at a local business. We had pizza at DeShamin Restaurant- they have great pizza and friendly service. We explored the Settlement, meeting the artist who has created a driftwood sculpture plaza at his home called the Garden of Eden and hearing him describe the shapes of his exhibits. As he spoke he helped the visitor see what he could see in the beautiful driftwood pieces that he had gathered. Some remind an observer of animals, birds and human forms. He also showed us some of the local plants and trees.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Jumentos February 9- March 1, 2009
Jumentos February 9- March 1, 2009
On February 9 Sea Star, Charmed, Jay Sea Dee and Windsong departed Salt Pond Long Island and headed by way of the Comer Channel, Driers Reef and Water Cay into the island chain known as the Ragged Islands or the Jumentos. The Jumentos came highly recommended by the guide books and other cruisers who regale how lovely, isolated and wild these islands are and what stocks of fish, lobster, and conch are available just for the snorkeling. Most cruisers who have been through even some of the islands have had wonderful experiences with the people who either live on the few inhabited islands or work in their waters, and here you do find the self-sufficient cruisers who repeatedly visit year after year.
To prepare for the Jumentos we filled the diesel tanks on the big boat, bought an extra five gallon jerry jug for dinghy gasoline and found what supplies we could during our stop in Long Island. Luckily we were in Long Island the day the mailboat come in; the weekly arrival of supplies to the stores. We had also put aboard what supplies we could find when in George Town, not having decided on our next stop after Long Island but knowing it would definitely be more isolated.
We left as early as we could see the water clearly, and had a pleasant sail southwest using the Comer Channel and Driers Reef waypoints over the Great Bahama Bank- the inside route as it is referred to on the Explorer Chart series. Our original plan was to stop and anchor at the first cay of the Jumentos having a safe anchorage, Water Cay. As we approached Water Cay it was early in the day, about two o’clock, and the decision was made to continue south to Flamingo Cay. Weather and winds are sometimes unpredictable and changing. While we had the opportunity and good wind we felt we could advance down the chain. Often, after the winter cold fronts go through winds are more favorable to push a boat northerly or to the east than to allow southern travel. We had come around 35 nm and continued on the 20 or so additional miles to a protected anchorage at tiny Flamingo Cay, an uninhabited island fringed with reef.
Dots of land, spaced quite far apart- some flat, some hilly or rocky is what the sailor observes following the Bank route along the cays. On the other side of the cays is the Atlantic Ocean. While the boat is in the lee of the cay as you pass, the water is relatively smooth and calmer than when traversing the open areas or “cuts” between the islands to the Atlantic. These spaces of incoming water can set up adverse current and waves called “rages” when the wind opposes the tides; one of the reasons that care needs to be taken to plan and time your trip for relatively calm winds and seas and consider the time of changing tide as you travel. Since the travel is many miles in a slow sailboat, sometimes it is hard to plan ahead. Our day was fine, with no more than three foot seas and wind keeping us moving at 7kn average, allowing us to save our precious diesel and enjoy the trip in warm and sunny weather.
Another problem keeping some cruisers out of the Jumentos is the cays all lie north and south with the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Great Bahama Bank to the west. Rarely can a boat anchor safely off the Ocean to the east. Only the most settled conditions will allow that. Anchorages are located in coves off the west side of most cays with some north or south cay boundaries allowing space for a few boats to tuck in. There are few or no anchorages with protection of 360 degrees. Any north or west winds send cruisers scurrying for the few anchorages that will suit those conditions, and even then you find that surge through the cuts or over the Bank as it shallows by the shore will roll your boat uncomfortably and for hours, especially as the tide changes.
So, one would ask, “Why go there?” The answer lies in the pristine water, lapping turquoise blue over sand. Under that water available because of the water depth, lie reef systems along the cuts and in the shallow areas where snorkeling allows the boater to see the beauty and bounty still available on the reefs in this small area of the Bahamas. On Flamingo Cay Dan and I were able to gather our boat limit of six conch while snorkeling our first area. Another cruiser invited us to conch cleaning 101 on the sandy beach by our boats, where I learned the basics in the broiling sun. Conk the conch on the third spiral to make a hole, detach the conch from the shell, lift the animal out with forceps, gut, then remove the tough skin from the meat taking care to cut open and remove a black line of the intestines carefully. To prepare, cut thinly and pound the meat flat, bread and fry or make raw conch salad with lime juice, onion and pepper. YIKES! I was a total mess and burned to a crisp after trying just two. It is not easy! The fun part was watching the stingrays come close to shore and gobble up the remains as I threw guts back into the water.
Well- then entered my hero, Ramon. Ramon, a local fisherman, had been conching all day. He had cleaned 200 conch in the morning, and now in the afternoon he was back to clean the 200 more he had gathered (he is allowed to use air tanks as he works the reefs, which tourists are not) He conversed pleasantly while his knife worked by itself, seemingly effortlessly. He of course had been doing this for all his life he explained as he took our catch one at a time- pop- with a special hatchet, quick insert of a flat bladed dull knife, turn conch over and it falls into his hand, detached. One quick cut with sharp knife to remove the foot, siphon and guts. A pull to remove the tough skin, then one more quick cut and pull and DONE. Thanks, Ramon and to Foolin Around, the boat that showed me what had to be done to enjoy a simple sea snail meal.
We stayed at Flamingo Cay a second day, hiked, drove the dinghy into the grotto cave and later in the day, snorkeled. This time I realized how much I still had to learn to be comfortable in that water environment. As I entered the water from the dinghy a three foot fish I thought was a shark went after me- or so it seemed. I jumped back in the dinghy, alarmed. Dan and I went in at the same time to find that my attacker was a remora and it sure liked the dinghy underside. A short time later we looked up and saw not the usual one or two, but a big stack of maybe thirty barracudas. There were small, skinny ones near the surface with more and larger underneath those, and still larger and fatter under those until again I swore I saw a shark at the very bottom-but Dan said it was grandpa barracuda, long, large and scary. Why they were all together there is a mystery. They didn’t bother with us.
I was swimming near a cut into the wilder Atlantic water on the other side of some rocks and entered the cut to go to the reef on the other side, I thought cautiously and slowly. Suddenly with a whoosh I was being pulled by the current and I knew I had to turn back through the cut, but couldn’t swim against it. Dan was able to hold on by his hands to a rock and offer me his fin to hold on to until I could get to the rock myself, then pull hard to get myself back through the cut and around to the backside of the rock slowly inching my way around. As soon as I was through I realized I was quite tired and went back to the dinghy- yes the remora was still there, quite a handsome fellow with green gill markings and a yellowish belly.
We had been expecting only a few boats at Flamingo. There may have been thirteen or fourteen boats who decided to go to the beach at sunset for a beach get-together on shore so we met more cruisers. One couple on a boat named Passport were planning to go on down the islands the same as we were, so Jay Sea Dee, Charmed, Windsong, Sea Star and Passport and more made our next stop at Buenavista Cay where good shelter from the higher velocity and north winds was available. We snorkeled without incident this time, hiked and beach combed and attended another cruiser social organized by Passport on the beach. A fire was made and we watched our paper rubbish burn, then returned to the boats for a rolly night.
Our next night was spent at Raccoon Cay where we walked the beaches and were introduced to “beaning”-collecting sea beans that floated in from trees in Brazil. There are heart beans, hamburger beans, monkey faces and the rare and infrequently found, Saint Anne’s bean that is small and has a cross on one side. With a stick you push aside the sea weed, plastics, driftwood and poke around at the highest tide line for hours to find some. Beans are easier to find than exceptional shells on these cays. Its addicting once you find one!
Our weather had been ok and we were beginning to realize we could make it to the “last stop before Cuba”- a place of 150 hardy Bahamians called Duncan Town down the chain past Hog Cay. We sailed to Hog Cay and anchored, where we met Scotch Mist and old friends of Passport on Windswept at yet another beach get together. The next day we dinghied the two bumpy miles into the mangrove creek leading to Duncan Town.
At Duncan Town we were lucky to ask Sheila to open the only restaurant in town for our lunch. Duncan Towners are the fishermen and conchers so we had a nice lunch. We walked up a hill and down another to see what the southernmost cay that was too shallow for our boats to visit was like and walked another road to where salt flats are still worked. We then returned to our boats, planning to move on the next morning.
From Hog Cay north where the cruisers have built a Yacht Club under rock overhang on the beach we moved to anchor a few beaches south where the north protection was better for a night, then we moved back to Buenavista’s west anchorage.
Yesterday we started back up through the Jumento chain. What a day of sailing! We put out all the sails in the moderate wind 15kn on the beam, and just flew the 5 hours to Flamingo Cay where we are waiting for yet another cold front to come and then go. When we passed Flamingo a few weeks ago, there were more than thirteen boats crowded in. When we arrived at Flamingo we were pleasantly surprised to find ourselves the first boat into the gorgeous anchorage. We quickly set anchor in sand close to shore and jumped in the crystal clear water. We had been traveling with Windsong and Passport and we the only three boats there even at the end of the day. We got together for sundown and supper at Sea Star, Passport-Dave was from Newfoundland, gave us some Newfi music on the iPod and we watched the Captain Johnson movie Around Cape Horn. It was a special day! We got up this morning and all went snorkeling and had a great time. Tonight as I write this one fishing boat trailing four smaller motorboats has just arrived to Flamingo, and it is pouring rain. It’s wonderful because we have not had any fresh water wash on Sea Star since-well somewhere in the Abaco I think. We probably will not move tomorrow either, so it will be a sleep-in morning and I’ll have some reading time. It may be a day to bake bread as we didn’t buy enough home made in Duncan Town.
On February 9 Sea Star, Charmed, Jay Sea Dee and Windsong departed Salt Pond Long Island and headed by way of the Comer Channel, Driers Reef and Water Cay into the island chain known as the Ragged Islands or the Jumentos. The Jumentos came highly recommended by the guide books and other cruisers who regale how lovely, isolated and wild these islands are and what stocks of fish, lobster, and conch are available just for the snorkeling. Most cruisers who have been through even some of the islands have had wonderful experiences with the people who either live on the few inhabited islands or work in their waters, and here you do find the self-sufficient cruisers who repeatedly visit year after year.
To prepare for the Jumentos we filled the diesel tanks on the big boat, bought an extra five gallon jerry jug for dinghy gasoline and found what supplies we could during our stop in Long Island. Luckily we were in Long Island the day the mailboat come in; the weekly arrival of supplies to the stores. We had also put aboard what supplies we could find when in George Town, not having decided on our next stop after Long Island but knowing it would definitely be more isolated.
We left as early as we could see the water clearly, and had a pleasant sail southwest using the Comer Channel and Driers Reef waypoints over the Great Bahama Bank- the inside route as it is referred to on the Explorer Chart series. Our original plan was to stop and anchor at the first cay of the Jumentos having a safe anchorage, Water Cay. As we approached Water Cay it was early in the day, about two o’clock, and the decision was made to continue south to Flamingo Cay. Weather and winds are sometimes unpredictable and changing. While we had the opportunity and good wind we felt we could advance down the chain. Often, after the winter cold fronts go through winds are more favorable to push a boat northerly or to the east than to allow southern travel. We had come around 35 nm and continued on the 20 or so additional miles to a protected anchorage at tiny Flamingo Cay, an uninhabited island fringed with reef.
Dots of land, spaced quite far apart- some flat, some hilly or rocky is what the sailor observes following the Bank route along the cays. On the other side of the cays is the Atlantic Ocean. While the boat is in the lee of the cay as you pass, the water is relatively smooth and calmer than when traversing the open areas or “cuts” between the islands to the Atlantic. These spaces of incoming water can set up adverse current and waves called “rages” when the wind opposes the tides; one of the reasons that care needs to be taken to plan and time your trip for relatively calm winds and seas and consider the time of changing tide as you travel. Since the travel is many miles in a slow sailboat, sometimes it is hard to plan ahead. Our day was fine, with no more than three foot seas and wind keeping us moving at 7kn average, allowing us to save our precious diesel and enjoy the trip in warm and sunny weather.
Another problem keeping some cruisers out of the Jumentos is the cays all lie north and south with the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Great Bahama Bank to the west. Rarely can a boat anchor safely off the Ocean to the east. Only the most settled conditions will allow that. Anchorages are located in coves off the west side of most cays with some north or south cay boundaries allowing space for a few boats to tuck in. There are few or no anchorages with protection of 360 degrees. Any north or west winds send cruisers scurrying for the few anchorages that will suit those conditions, and even then you find that surge through the cuts or over the Bank as it shallows by the shore will roll your boat uncomfortably and for hours, especially as the tide changes.
So, one would ask, “Why go there?” The answer lies in the pristine water, lapping turquoise blue over sand. Under that water available because of the water depth, lie reef systems along the cuts and in the shallow areas where snorkeling allows the boater to see the beauty and bounty still available on the reefs in this small area of the Bahamas. On Flamingo Cay Dan and I were able to gather our boat limit of six conch while snorkeling our first area. Another cruiser invited us to conch cleaning 101 on the sandy beach by our boats, where I learned the basics in the broiling sun. Conk the conch on the third spiral to make a hole, detach the conch from the shell, lift the animal out with forceps, gut, then remove the tough skin from the meat taking care to cut open and remove a black line of the intestines carefully. To prepare, cut thinly and pound the meat flat, bread and fry or make raw conch salad with lime juice, onion and pepper. YIKES! I was a total mess and burned to a crisp after trying just two. It is not easy! The fun part was watching the stingrays come close to shore and gobble up the remains as I threw guts back into the water.
Well- then entered my hero, Ramon. Ramon, a local fisherman, had been conching all day. He had cleaned 200 conch in the morning, and now in the afternoon he was back to clean the 200 more he had gathered (he is allowed to use air tanks as he works the reefs, which tourists are not) He conversed pleasantly while his knife worked by itself, seemingly effortlessly. He of course had been doing this for all his life he explained as he took our catch one at a time- pop- with a special hatchet, quick insert of a flat bladed dull knife, turn conch over and it falls into his hand, detached. One quick cut with sharp knife to remove the foot, siphon and guts. A pull to remove the tough skin, then one more quick cut and pull and DONE. Thanks, Ramon and to Foolin Around, the boat that showed me what had to be done to enjoy a simple sea snail meal.
We stayed at Flamingo Cay a second day, hiked, drove the dinghy into the grotto cave and later in the day, snorkeled. This time I realized how much I still had to learn to be comfortable in that water environment. As I entered the water from the dinghy a three foot fish I thought was a shark went after me- or so it seemed. I jumped back in the dinghy, alarmed. Dan and I went in at the same time to find that my attacker was a remora and it sure liked the dinghy underside. A short time later we looked up and saw not the usual one or two, but a big stack of maybe thirty barracudas. There were small, skinny ones near the surface with more and larger underneath those, and still larger and fatter under those until again I swore I saw a shark at the very bottom-but Dan said it was grandpa barracuda, long, large and scary. Why they were all together there is a mystery. They didn’t bother with us.
I was swimming near a cut into the wilder Atlantic water on the other side of some rocks and entered the cut to go to the reef on the other side, I thought cautiously and slowly. Suddenly with a whoosh I was being pulled by the current and I knew I had to turn back through the cut, but couldn’t swim against it. Dan was able to hold on by his hands to a rock and offer me his fin to hold on to until I could get to the rock myself, then pull hard to get myself back through the cut and around to the backside of the rock slowly inching my way around. As soon as I was through I realized I was quite tired and went back to the dinghy- yes the remora was still there, quite a handsome fellow with green gill markings and a yellowish belly.
We had been expecting only a few boats at Flamingo. There may have been thirteen or fourteen boats who decided to go to the beach at sunset for a beach get-together on shore so we met more cruisers. One couple on a boat named Passport were planning to go on down the islands the same as we were, so Jay Sea Dee, Charmed, Windsong, Sea Star and Passport and more made our next stop at Buenavista Cay where good shelter from the higher velocity and north winds was available. We snorkeled without incident this time, hiked and beach combed and attended another cruiser social organized by Passport on the beach. A fire was made and we watched our paper rubbish burn, then returned to the boats for a rolly night.
Our next night was spent at Raccoon Cay where we walked the beaches and were introduced to “beaning”-collecting sea beans that floated in from trees in Brazil. There are heart beans, hamburger beans, monkey faces and the rare and infrequently found, Saint Anne’s bean that is small and has a cross on one side. With a stick you push aside the sea weed, plastics, driftwood and poke around at the highest tide line for hours to find some. Beans are easier to find than exceptional shells on these cays. Its addicting once you find one!
Our weather had been ok and we were beginning to realize we could make it to the “last stop before Cuba”- a place of 150 hardy Bahamians called Duncan Town down the chain past Hog Cay. We sailed to Hog Cay and anchored, where we met Scotch Mist and old friends of Passport on Windswept at yet another beach get together. The next day we dinghied the two bumpy miles into the mangrove creek leading to Duncan Town.
At Duncan Town we were lucky to ask Sheila to open the only restaurant in town for our lunch. Duncan Towners are the fishermen and conchers so we had a nice lunch. We walked up a hill and down another to see what the southernmost cay that was too shallow for our boats to visit was like and walked another road to where salt flats are still worked. We then returned to our boats, planning to move on the next morning.
From Hog Cay north where the cruisers have built a Yacht Club under rock overhang on the beach we moved to anchor a few beaches south where the north protection was better for a night, then we moved back to Buenavista’s west anchorage.
Yesterday we started back up through the Jumento chain. What a day of sailing! We put out all the sails in the moderate wind 15kn on the beam, and just flew the 5 hours to Flamingo Cay where we are waiting for yet another cold front to come and then go. When we passed Flamingo a few weeks ago, there were more than thirteen boats crowded in. When we arrived at Flamingo we were pleasantly surprised to find ourselves the first boat into the gorgeous anchorage. We quickly set anchor in sand close to shore and jumped in the crystal clear water. We had been traveling with Windsong and Passport and we the only three boats there even at the end of the day. We got together for sundown and supper at Sea Star, Passport-Dave was from Newfoundland, gave us some Newfi music on the iPod and we watched the Captain Johnson movie Around Cape Horn. It was a special day! We got up this morning and all went snorkeling and had a great time. Tonight as I write this one fishing boat trailing four smaller motorboats has just arrived to Flamingo, and it is pouring rain. It’s wonderful because we have not had any fresh water wash on Sea Star since-well somewhere in the Abaco I think. We probably will not move tomorrow either, so it will be a sleep-in morning and I’ll have some reading time. It may be a day to bake bread as we didn’t buy enough home made in Duncan Town.
The Race February 4 and 5, 2009
The Race!- George Town, Exuma to Long Island- February 4 and 5, 2009
Weather, weather! Chris Parker’s weather forecast came on SSB 4.045mz at 6:30 AM while we were in Monument Beach Anchorage in George Town. During our short stay in George Town we had climbed the Monument path, walked the ocean path, played Bocci on the beach, had a cruiser’s beach party, listened to a Ham Radio seminar at the beach pavilion, visited St. Francis Resort for food and the Superbowl, filled the propane, checked the supermarkets, Exuma Market and the Shop Rite, eaten at Eddie’s, bought diesel in jerry jugs and put it in the fuel tanks---and so when the race committee came on the VHF and suggested that the race should be a day earlier than planned, we decided we could go!
George Town, a Bahamian town larger than some and the cruiser hang-out with four coves and two beaches where the many boats can anchor, is a place to meet, greet and reunite with other cruisers. We had been waiting, in a group of over two hundred anchored boats, to meet up with cruiser friends on Jay Sea Dee and Charmed, two other Island Packet Yachts, for a few weeks. Both boats came into the anchorage the day after Sea Star arrived. We all decided to enter the Regatta to Long Island. Dan felt our real competition in a race of extremely varied boats; monohulls of all kinds and sizes and catamarans, would be with the Island Packets, and there were five IPYs signed up. Charmed is an identical boat to Sea Star, there were an IPY 38’ and a 42’on the list and Jay Sea Dee a 48’ IPY. When the race date changed we three and Lady, a Catalina 47 and nineteen other boats with sailors from all over the world, but mostly US and Canada, many Canadians from all the provinces plus sailing folks from England, France and Germany decided we could be flexible and go on Wednesday, Feb. 4, at about a two hour notice instead of the planned Thursday, in hopes in my case, to avoid predicted eight foot seas at the cut into Exuma Sound near the start of the race- and not have a heart-pounding boat thumping wild ride.
The organizers informed participants that boats could start as early as they wished, we should just pass the motor yacht keeping the racers’ time and hail them when beginning the 34.6 mile course to Indian Point waypoint in the Long Island Salt Pond anchorage. The rules allowed the use of motor when moving between a waypoint called North Rocks and Middle Rocks for obvious reasons. The rules also included that since this is a fun cruiser’s race, boats were not to unload weight- just go as a cruiser with barbeque on the rail etc. and no poles, spinnakers, or screecher sails allowed.
Three of us, Charmed, Lady and Sea Star lined up at the designated marker about a half hour before most of the field. It seemed the right thing to do to avoid the crowd in the narrow channels, especially as the rules required rounding the waypoints. Then we started off with jib- at a whopping 4 knots! There was noo wind. As we progressed through the cut, the wind filled in from behind us at 10 to 15kn and we had a pleasant, then boisterous sail with up to 29 knots as we neared Long Island. As we sailed, Lady and two catamarans, Windsong and Zing passed Sea Star. We felt we had sailed our best race with full main and jib, then the staysail and main wing on wing on another leg, finally full sail again as we made the last waypoint, then struggled a bit to crank the sails in as we fairly flew past the time-keeper and into the anchorage. The trawler, Southern Estate, announced the time for Sea Star was 2hours, 50minutes and 10 seconds.
After the race, since we were actually a day early for the planned events at Long Island, a cruiser get together was held at sundown on the beach. The next day the weather for the 13 additional racers was even windier than when we crossed- the last of the racing boats were in the anchorage earlier in the day than we had been, and the wind was expected to stay up at 20-to 25 knots holding steady for days to come. No one was going to be able to return to George Town comfortably for a few days. Luckily , as I write this, we are in a great anchorage with protection from the Northeast, but some wind chop that keeps us on the boat.
The first cruiser event after the second group arrived was to meet at the lovely, curved Thompson Bay Beach and have a group photo with the 80 or so participants in the 2nd annual George Town to Long Island race. Siggy’s Dancer, one of the organizers, lined us up for the photo and it was like herding cats! Hopefully, I can get the photo from someone through email.
Of course to get to the beach and then the restaurant required fresh clothes to look decent, then a dinghy ride into the wind and salt spray considering the wind velocity and surge, a dinghy pull-up on the beach over the sharp rocks at low tide and an exit into the water to pull the dinghy up on the beach. Using our flashlights there was a hike along a conch shell lined path to a Bahamian buffet feast prepared at the Thompson Bay Club, an open-air room. While waiting for dinner, one cruiser had prepared a Trivia quiz of sailing information that helped to pass the time. Great food; fish, conch, Bahamian mac and cheese, peas and rice, barbecued ribs, chicken, a wonderful night- then lug the dinghy back into the water and slog on back to the boats.
The lovely lady who cooked and provided the food, Tryphena, invited a group of us to go beach comb her private beach the next day. Twelve or so cruisers appeared the next morning for the five mile trip on the back of her son’s pick-up to a most wonderful view of the ocean side of the narrow island and then to the dune above the sheltered beach as we wound our way to the drop off spot. Looking down we could see waves crashing against a cluster of rocks just off-shore. When we walked down to those rocks we saw the place Tryphena had called her spa- the water swirling between the sheltering rocks. She left us there for a few hours of private time to poke through mountains of yellow, stringy sea weed searching for treasure of choice, or to take a long walk along the curved beach where each rise enticed you to continue on.
Our second night was a cruiser prepared Potluck Awards dinner at the Island Breeze Resort. Mike and his business partner opened the resort especially for our party and at other times provided a friendly atmosphere and the needed amenities- dinghy dock, food, internet, and washer/dryer. The race results for the two days were calculated and the handicaps introduced into the times. We were sort of penalized for leaving a half hour earlier than others because the wind had been stronger for the later starters giving them better overall times! Gag and winning gifts were given, with each cruiser previously requested to bring a wrapped gift off of their boat, everyone could win something. Sea Star’s gift was a Christmas wrapped Nokia Cell Phone- didn’t work, no cord, who cares? Some gifts were useful but some were flotsam off the beaches, old loran, or used books or movies. The new Island Breeze Resort with its huge open-air deck over-looking the Bay and Salt Pond provided a perfect Bahamian setting to watch the sun go down and later dance to the Unstoppables- a local music group providing dance tunes with a Calypso beat. We danced and watched others dance until we needed to return to our boats. Everyone had a great time, returned to the boats wet and salty-and still the wind blew, and blew. In the next few days the boats slowly began to depart, some back to George Town, Exuma, some on to the Turks and Caicos Islands and others like Sea Star, Charmed, Jay Sea Dee and Windsong , decided that the “jewel of the Bahamas”, as Steven Pavlidis refers to these tiny cays in his guide book, On and Off the Beaten Track, the Jumento Cays south of Long Island were to be our next stop.
Weather, weather! Chris Parker’s weather forecast came on SSB 4.045mz at 6:30 AM while we were in Monument Beach Anchorage in George Town. During our short stay in George Town we had climbed the Monument path, walked the ocean path, played Bocci on the beach, had a cruiser’s beach party, listened to a Ham Radio seminar at the beach pavilion, visited St. Francis Resort for food and the Superbowl, filled the propane, checked the supermarkets, Exuma Market and the Shop Rite, eaten at Eddie’s, bought diesel in jerry jugs and put it in the fuel tanks---and so when the race committee came on the VHF and suggested that the race should be a day earlier than planned, we decided we could go!
George Town, a Bahamian town larger than some and the cruiser hang-out with four coves and two beaches where the many boats can anchor, is a place to meet, greet and reunite with other cruisers. We had been waiting, in a group of over two hundred anchored boats, to meet up with cruiser friends on Jay Sea Dee and Charmed, two other Island Packet Yachts, for a few weeks. Both boats came into the anchorage the day after Sea Star arrived. We all decided to enter the Regatta to Long Island. Dan felt our real competition in a race of extremely varied boats; monohulls of all kinds and sizes and catamarans, would be with the Island Packets, and there were five IPYs signed up. Charmed is an identical boat to Sea Star, there were an IPY 38’ and a 42’on the list and Jay Sea Dee a 48’ IPY. When the race date changed we three and Lady, a Catalina 47 and nineteen other boats with sailors from all over the world, but mostly US and Canada, many Canadians from all the provinces plus sailing folks from England, France and Germany decided we could be flexible and go on Wednesday, Feb. 4, at about a two hour notice instead of the planned Thursday, in hopes in my case, to avoid predicted eight foot seas at the cut into Exuma Sound near the start of the race- and not have a heart-pounding boat thumping wild ride.
The organizers informed participants that boats could start as early as they wished, we should just pass the motor yacht keeping the racers’ time and hail them when beginning the 34.6 mile course to Indian Point waypoint in the Long Island Salt Pond anchorage. The rules allowed the use of motor when moving between a waypoint called North Rocks and Middle Rocks for obvious reasons. The rules also included that since this is a fun cruiser’s race, boats were not to unload weight- just go as a cruiser with barbeque on the rail etc. and no poles, spinnakers, or screecher sails allowed.
Three of us, Charmed, Lady and Sea Star lined up at the designated marker about a half hour before most of the field. It seemed the right thing to do to avoid the crowd in the narrow channels, especially as the rules required rounding the waypoints. Then we started off with jib- at a whopping 4 knots! There was noo wind. As we progressed through the cut, the wind filled in from behind us at 10 to 15kn and we had a pleasant, then boisterous sail with up to 29 knots as we neared Long Island. As we sailed, Lady and two catamarans, Windsong and Zing passed Sea Star. We felt we had sailed our best race with full main and jib, then the staysail and main wing on wing on another leg, finally full sail again as we made the last waypoint, then struggled a bit to crank the sails in as we fairly flew past the time-keeper and into the anchorage. The trawler, Southern Estate, announced the time for Sea Star was 2hours, 50minutes and 10 seconds.
After the race, since we were actually a day early for the planned events at Long Island, a cruiser get together was held at sundown on the beach. The next day the weather for the 13 additional racers was even windier than when we crossed- the last of the racing boats were in the anchorage earlier in the day than we had been, and the wind was expected to stay up at 20-to 25 knots holding steady for days to come. No one was going to be able to return to George Town comfortably for a few days. Luckily , as I write this, we are in a great anchorage with protection from the Northeast, but some wind chop that keeps us on the boat.
The first cruiser event after the second group arrived was to meet at the lovely, curved Thompson Bay Beach and have a group photo with the 80 or so participants in the 2nd annual George Town to Long Island race. Siggy’s Dancer, one of the organizers, lined us up for the photo and it was like herding cats! Hopefully, I can get the photo from someone through email.
Of course to get to the beach and then the restaurant required fresh clothes to look decent, then a dinghy ride into the wind and salt spray considering the wind velocity and surge, a dinghy pull-up on the beach over the sharp rocks at low tide and an exit into the water to pull the dinghy up on the beach. Using our flashlights there was a hike along a conch shell lined path to a Bahamian buffet feast prepared at the Thompson Bay Club, an open-air room. While waiting for dinner, one cruiser had prepared a Trivia quiz of sailing information that helped to pass the time. Great food; fish, conch, Bahamian mac and cheese, peas and rice, barbecued ribs, chicken, a wonderful night- then lug the dinghy back into the water and slog on back to the boats.
The lovely lady who cooked and provided the food, Tryphena, invited a group of us to go beach comb her private beach the next day. Twelve or so cruisers appeared the next morning for the five mile trip on the back of her son’s pick-up to a most wonderful view of the ocean side of the narrow island and then to the dune above the sheltered beach as we wound our way to the drop off spot. Looking down we could see waves crashing against a cluster of rocks just off-shore. When we walked down to those rocks we saw the place Tryphena had called her spa- the water swirling between the sheltering rocks. She left us there for a few hours of private time to poke through mountains of yellow, stringy sea weed searching for treasure of choice, or to take a long walk along the curved beach where each rise enticed you to continue on.
Our second night was a cruiser prepared Potluck Awards dinner at the Island Breeze Resort. Mike and his business partner opened the resort especially for our party and at other times provided a friendly atmosphere and the needed amenities- dinghy dock, food, internet, and washer/dryer. The race results for the two days were calculated and the handicaps introduced into the times. We were sort of penalized for leaving a half hour earlier than others because the wind had been stronger for the later starters giving them better overall times! Gag and winning gifts were given, with each cruiser previously requested to bring a wrapped gift off of their boat, everyone could win something. Sea Star’s gift was a Christmas wrapped Nokia Cell Phone- didn’t work, no cord, who cares? Some gifts were useful but some were flotsam off the beaches, old loran, or used books or movies. The new Island Breeze Resort with its huge open-air deck over-looking the Bay and Salt Pond provided a perfect Bahamian setting to watch the sun go down and later dance to the Unstoppables- a local music group providing dance tunes with a Calypso beat. We danced and watched others dance until we needed to return to our boats. Everyone had a great time, returned to the boats wet and salty-and still the wind blew, and blew. In the next few days the boats slowly began to depart, some back to George Town, Exuma, some on to the Turks and Caicos Islands and others like Sea Star, Charmed, Jay Sea Dee and Windsong , decided that the “jewel of the Bahamas”, as Steven Pavlidis refers to these tiny cays in his guide book, On and Off the Beaten Track, the Jumento Cays south of Long Island were to be our next stop.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Long Island, Bahama February 6-9, 2009
Long Island, Bahama February 6-9, 2009
In my last entry I wrote about the George Town to Long Island sailing race and the events. When the weather refused to turn off the fan for awhile we decided that there were lots of fun things we could do on Long Island while waiting for a weather window to go either east to Rum Cay and Conception or south to the Jumentos.
Long Island is around 60 miles long and in some parts as much as four miles (mostly less) across from bayside to ocean side. The eastern coastline on the Atlantic Ocean side is made up of beaches, rocky outcroppings, wooded area, a few small settlements, and the Capital town of Clarence Town with its open roadstead harbor. It’s a wild exposed shoreline with a few poor anchorages and two marinas. The western coast on Exuma Sound, where we were anchored at Thompson’s Bay, contains the more sheltered bays, miles of salt water flats and snug harbors, fishing camps, two resorts and two marinas. There are at least two options to fly onto Long Island, Deadman’s Cay and Stella Maris Resort. The travel brochures of Santa Maria and Stella Maris sound as if the diving, snorkeling or fishing would be excellent at the right time of year.
Windsong and Sea Star took our dinghies ashore to search out the caves that were mentioned in our guide book. Two were within walking distance of Thompson Bay where we were anchored with perhaps thirty boats. The day was really warm, so we grabbed water, our VHF radio, put on socks and shoes for the first time in ages and set off to find the first cave “past the auto place 65 paces then walk down a path to the left about 200 feet.” We missed the path on the first pass, but found the trail to the opening of the cave on the second. Personally, I don’t like closed spaces, especially dark ones, but Jamie and Dan were thrilled with the stalagmite and stalactite limestone formations as we trained our beams up and down the walls to see the shapes and discover the size of the rooms.
It didn’t seem too bad to me; I could see the entry light and the end light, so I also went in. The ceiling was of varied heights, but at around 8 feet high we looked up and were greeted with the sight of little tiny mouse–like brown, furry bats suspended just above us from sides of rocky crevices. Jamie was beginning to take pictures so I got up my courage to continue on in and try shooting a few pics, too. Looking up was bad enough, but knowing I was standing under bats and had bat guano on my feet took some getting used to. Of course the flash woke up the creatures and now we were farther into the cave. A few of them left the ceiling then many were flying around our heads. After our initial reticence and surprise , Dan and I just scooted under the bats and went toward the light. Jamie loves exploring caves and he went deeper to see if there were more chambers. It was a fun explore. Here was a wild place with no one collecting tickets outside!
We explored two more caves the next day. The Salt Pond Cave was higher and wider than the first cave but went in deeper with uneven, narrow, rocky pathways with large holes underfoot and damp, dripping walls on either side. I didn’t want to go on into the darker recesses, but didn’t want to stay and wait alone either, so I forced myself to follow the thin beam of my flashlight after the others. It was well worth the trip in for the adventure.
This cave had a different species of bat hanging above our heads and in the bat mess on the floor were 2” insects we decided were cockroaches, scurrying along out of the light beam. Everybody cringed at the sight of them. The ceiling in the entry area and even farther in was very tall, with some light coming in from the domed ceiling. After the first chamber the paths were slippery and narrowed down quite a bit. Craig from Charmed suggested we all turn off our lights- and we did for a few seconds. We could hear the eerie squeak or chirp, chirp of the awakened bats and feel the air move when they flew by our heads. Again a fun experience, I thought, as I rushed to get the heck out!
Next we got back in the dinghies for a trip to discover something more to my liking. After a quick stop at the boats to wash and change shoes to sandals we were looking along the beach shore line for the Parrots of the Caribbean bar and grill for lunch. The open air restaurant has a dredged narrow canal just wide enough for two dinghies side by side but there were four dinghies to land, so out into the water I jump and pull the boat forward to make room.
A tasty fish lunch was had by all and plans made for car rentals to explore Long Island and get needed provisions the next day. One of the couples suggested we get our 24 hour rental from 12PM to 12PM the next day. This proved to be an excellent idea as we could travel south one day and north the next. We picked up the car we would share with Windsong, at Fox’s Auto and headed south.
The one road running the length of the island is called the Queen’s Highway, a two lane road passing the small communities named with tiny roadside signs -Simms, Old Neils, Wemyss, and on to Stella Maris with Jamie trying to remember to drive on the left hand side of the road. Stella Maris Resort offers a dive operation with pool and dive classes and a protected marina. Unfortunately the shop was closed as it was winter. Dan was looking for some equipment and a repair, but no luck. We drove up to the resort for lunch where I had excellent conch chowder and climbed the observation tower.
After lunch we explored the resort property’s cave. Since the resort has installed electricity in the cave and has parties in it, it didn’t hold the same intrigue as the other caves-but we did see some more bats. Further down the road we turned left on a dirt road where a sign read Ruins. We stopped to walk the remains of a 200 year old Loyalist plantation, Adderley Plantation, located mostly on the bayside from just above the salt flats to the top of a small hill. There were the ruins of some of the main buildings all carved from limestone blocks. The crop grown there was cotton, though it would seem impossible to grow anything in the limestone, rocky soil in the searing heat.
On down the road toward the northeast point of the island lies Cape Santa Maria and Calabash Bay. Jamie was looking for the Christopher Columbus monument at Cape Santa Maria. On the left was a sign “Monument”, so he turned onto the dirt road to follow the sign. The road was an adventure in our rented Cavalier. As careful as he was the car did not have the clearance to be on that hilly, windy, narrow, rock strewn and steep terrain. After following the road for about 5 miles or more at 5MPH we arrived at the Cape. Climbing the last 200 feet to the monument and gazing at the incredible vista was aided by a chain railing.
Looking north you see the confluence, on that day dark blue and turbulent , of the Atlantic Ocean with the lighter blue and turquoise water of Exuma Sound and the obvious rocky and reef areas. You are able to see the protected bay encircled by tall rocks with caves cut by the force of the swirling water. We did see two snorkelers emerge from the water in the bay, but the day was cold. I don’t think they would have been very comfortable without wetsuits. In something less than another hour we were back on the main road.
Traveling to the end of the road, we stopped, crossed a small concrete bridge over a mangrove creek and walked up a little path to another beach. We beach combed on a fantastically lovely beach on the ocean side. The wind kept us from going in for a swim but we walked for awhile, turning over the sea weed to see what could be found. Unfortunately, lots of what was to be seen in the sea weed was plastic washed up from trash thrown in the water from who knows where as that beach is wide open to the ocean side.
I won’t dwell on it, only know that from our experiences in these quite remote areas that plastics are overwhelming the natural flotsam of beaches. Instead of eye-pleasing subtle browns made by water on wet sand and the lines of brown, yellow and green sea weeds, there are the garish colors of globs, bits, scraps and barrels of man-made discarded plastics, orange and blue string fishnets, shoes, flip-flops, water bottles, gas cans and oil bottles contrast with the violent blues and greens of the Caribbean waters.
Our supper that evening was at Washington’s Restaurant, a recommendation from Mike at Island Breeze, and an excellent one for well prepared Bahamian food.
The next day our trip south took us to Clarence Town to Ida’s Straw Store and somewhat beyond, but not far enough we heard later, to see the flamingos at the south end of the island. I did a little food and household shopping on the way back to Thompson Bay. I was actually able to buy needed bed pillows at a small home furnishing store in Pinders and Dan bought the one dive weight in another small convenience store.
After lunch at Sou’ Side, we returned the car. The rest of the day was spent in grocery shopping and lugging food to the dinghy, then onto the boat and putting it all away, followed by laundry at Island Breeze Resort, where we also had access to internet. We were able to purchase diesel at a fair price at Esso Petroleum at the dockside pump and not have to carry jerry jugs.
There was so much to do at Long Island we barely scratched the surface. The George Town cruisers are spreading out to this pleasant island of good restaurants and friendly, helpful people as George Town becomes too crowded for some.
In my last entry I wrote about the George Town to Long Island sailing race and the events. When the weather refused to turn off the fan for awhile we decided that there were lots of fun things we could do on Long Island while waiting for a weather window to go either east to Rum Cay and Conception or south to the Jumentos.
Long Island is around 60 miles long and in some parts as much as four miles (mostly less) across from bayside to ocean side. The eastern coastline on the Atlantic Ocean side is made up of beaches, rocky outcroppings, wooded area, a few small settlements, and the Capital town of Clarence Town with its open roadstead harbor. It’s a wild exposed shoreline with a few poor anchorages and two marinas. The western coast on Exuma Sound, where we were anchored at Thompson’s Bay, contains the more sheltered bays, miles of salt water flats and snug harbors, fishing camps, two resorts and two marinas. There are at least two options to fly onto Long Island, Deadman’s Cay and Stella Maris Resort. The travel brochures of Santa Maria and Stella Maris sound as if the diving, snorkeling or fishing would be excellent at the right time of year.
Windsong and Sea Star took our dinghies ashore to search out the caves that were mentioned in our guide book. Two were within walking distance of Thompson Bay where we were anchored with perhaps thirty boats. The day was really warm, so we grabbed water, our VHF radio, put on socks and shoes for the first time in ages and set off to find the first cave “past the auto place 65 paces then walk down a path to the left about 200 feet.” We missed the path on the first pass, but found the trail to the opening of the cave on the second. Personally, I don’t like closed spaces, especially dark ones, but Jamie and Dan were thrilled with the stalagmite and stalactite limestone formations as we trained our beams up and down the walls to see the shapes and discover the size of the rooms.
It didn’t seem too bad to me; I could see the entry light and the end light, so I also went in. The ceiling was of varied heights, but at around 8 feet high we looked up and were greeted with the sight of little tiny mouse–like brown, furry bats suspended just above us from sides of rocky crevices. Jamie was beginning to take pictures so I got up my courage to continue on in and try shooting a few pics, too. Looking up was bad enough, but knowing I was standing under bats and had bat guano on my feet took some getting used to. Of course the flash woke up the creatures and now we were farther into the cave. A few of them left the ceiling then many were flying around our heads. After our initial reticence and surprise , Dan and I just scooted under the bats and went toward the light. Jamie loves exploring caves and he went deeper to see if there were more chambers. It was a fun explore. Here was a wild place with no one collecting tickets outside!
We explored two more caves the next day. The Salt Pond Cave was higher and wider than the first cave but went in deeper with uneven, narrow, rocky pathways with large holes underfoot and damp, dripping walls on either side. I didn’t want to go on into the darker recesses, but didn’t want to stay and wait alone either, so I forced myself to follow the thin beam of my flashlight after the others. It was well worth the trip in for the adventure.
This cave had a different species of bat hanging above our heads and in the bat mess on the floor were 2” insects we decided were cockroaches, scurrying along out of the light beam. Everybody cringed at the sight of them. The ceiling in the entry area and even farther in was very tall, with some light coming in from the domed ceiling. After the first chamber the paths were slippery and narrowed down quite a bit. Craig from Charmed suggested we all turn off our lights- and we did for a few seconds. We could hear the eerie squeak or chirp, chirp of the awakened bats and feel the air move when they flew by our heads. Again a fun experience, I thought, as I rushed to get the heck out!
Next we got back in the dinghies for a trip to discover something more to my liking. After a quick stop at the boats to wash and change shoes to sandals we were looking along the beach shore line for the Parrots of the Caribbean bar and grill for lunch. The open air restaurant has a dredged narrow canal just wide enough for two dinghies side by side but there were four dinghies to land, so out into the water I jump and pull the boat forward to make room.
A tasty fish lunch was had by all and plans made for car rentals to explore Long Island and get needed provisions the next day. One of the couples suggested we get our 24 hour rental from 12PM to 12PM the next day. This proved to be an excellent idea as we could travel south one day and north the next. We picked up the car we would share with Windsong, at Fox’s Auto and headed south.
The one road running the length of the island is called the Queen’s Highway, a two lane road passing the small communities named with tiny roadside signs -Simms, Old Neils, Wemyss, and on to Stella Maris with Jamie trying to remember to drive on the left hand side of the road. Stella Maris Resort offers a dive operation with pool and dive classes and a protected marina. Unfortunately the shop was closed as it was winter. Dan was looking for some equipment and a repair, but no luck. We drove up to the resort for lunch where I had excellent conch chowder and climbed the observation tower.
After lunch we explored the resort property’s cave. Since the resort has installed electricity in the cave and has parties in it, it didn’t hold the same intrigue as the other caves-but we did see some more bats. Further down the road we turned left on a dirt road where a sign read Ruins. We stopped to walk the remains of a 200 year old Loyalist plantation, Adderley Plantation, located mostly on the bayside from just above the salt flats to the top of a small hill. There were the ruins of some of the main buildings all carved from limestone blocks. The crop grown there was cotton, though it would seem impossible to grow anything in the limestone, rocky soil in the searing heat.
On down the road toward the northeast point of the island lies Cape Santa Maria and Calabash Bay. Jamie was looking for the Christopher Columbus monument at Cape Santa Maria. On the left was a sign “Monument”, so he turned onto the dirt road to follow the sign. The road was an adventure in our rented Cavalier. As careful as he was the car did not have the clearance to be on that hilly, windy, narrow, rock strewn and steep terrain. After following the road for about 5 miles or more at 5MPH we arrived at the Cape. Climbing the last 200 feet to the monument and gazing at the incredible vista was aided by a chain railing.
Looking north you see the confluence, on that day dark blue and turbulent , of the Atlantic Ocean with the lighter blue and turquoise water of Exuma Sound and the obvious rocky and reef areas. You are able to see the protected bay encircled by tall rocks with caves cut by the force of the swirling water. We did see two snorkelers emerge from the water in the bay, but the day was cold. I don’t think they would have been very comfortable without wetsuits. In something less than another hour we were back on the main road.
Traveling to the end of the road, we stopped, crossed a small concrete bridge over a mangrove creek and walked up a little path to another beach. We beach combed on a fantastically lovely beach on the ocean side. The wind kept us from going in for a swim but we walked for awhile, turning over the sea weed to see what could be found. Unfortunately, lots of what was to be seen in the sea weed was plastic washed up from trash thrown in the water from who knows where as that beach is wide open to the ocean side.
I won’t dwell on it, only know that from our experiences in these quite remote areas that plastics are overwhelming the natural flotsam of beaches. Instead of eye-pleasing subtle browns made by water on wet sand and the lines of brown, yellow and green sea weeds, there are the garish colors of globs, bits, scraps and barrels of man-made discarded plastics, orange and blue string fishnets, shoes, flip-flops, water bottles, gas cans and oil bottles contrast with the violent blues and greens of the Caribbean waters.
Our supper that evening was at Washington’s Restaurant, a recommendation from Mike at Island Breeze, and an excellent one for well prepared Bahamian food.
The next day our trip south took us to Clarence Town to Ida’s Straw Store and somewhat beyond, but not far enough we heard later, to see the flamingos at the south end of the island. I did a little food and household shopping on the way back to Thompson Bay. I was actually able to buy needed bed pillows at a small home furnishing store in Pinders and Dan bought the one dive weight in another small convenience store.
After lunch at Sou’ Side, we returned the car. The rest of the day was spent in grocery shopping and lugging food to the dinghy, then onto the boat and putting it all away, followed by laundry at Island Breeze Resort, where we also had access to internet. We were able to purchase diesel at a fair price at Esso Petroleum at the dockside pump and not have to carry jerry jugs.
There was so much to do at Long Island we barely scratched the surface. The George Town cruisers are spreading out to this pleasant island of good restaurants and friendly, helpful people as George Town becomes too crowded for some.
Lee Stocking Island- January 2009
Lee Stocking Island, Exumas January 2009
Continuing on from Farmer’s Cut into Exuma Sound seemed like the correct thing to do after a night of rolly-polly on the mooring off Little Farmer’s Cay. Better to move on and roll on the water, we thought, than to roll on each tide. We headed out into the Cut in five, raising to eight, foot seas and headed south to the Adderly Cut that takes a boat from the Sound and into the protection of Lee Stocking Island. As we arrived at Adderly Cut we were worried about the state of the seas, wind opposing current, but we had been contacted as we sailed in the Sound an hour earlier and were advised that the cut was “quite do-able” by a person who lives in a home overlooking Adderly Cut. We made our way in without severe problems, through the waypoints and by eyesight.
We arrived at the beautiful, sandy anchorage by Lee Stocking Island in time to settle in for the afternoon and arrange for a tour of the Perry Institute facility the following morning. The tour gathered at the dock of Perry Institute and were guided on our walk by the Outreach person. Through informal discussion and her talk, we learned the Institute provides a place for scientific research for colleges and educational programs. It is a non-profit facility with ongoing research projects whose researchers arrive by May and throughout the summer. Some of their research involves the health of the reef system and the impact and possible control of Lion Fish. It was a very interesting and informative tour for 15 cruisers, and we appreciated the new out-reach efforts of the Institute.
Dan and Kathy in one dinghy, and Jamie from Windsong, dinghied around the cays near Lee Stocking, Leaf and Norman’s Cays, looking for the snorkel spots on the map we were provided by Perry Institute, and found an area where there was supposed to be a cave dive. Jamie and Dan looked it over but decided that the six foot opening and 75 foot very deep cave was not something to try. We hiked across the Island to the Sound side of Lee Stocking for a bit of exercise and returned to our boats. There were other cruisers arriving and departing as we visited the area for a few days. We met a few for sun downers and by the fourth day we decided to move on.
The Explorer Charts show a route from Lee Stocking to a small community called Barraterre Settlement. It sounded like an interesting place to visit and so we decided to wiggle our way over there, as the water is very shallow, even in the channels. We chose to leave when the tide was rising to utilize the tidal depth for travel. We usually make sure to travel into questionable places during a low tide, so that the higher tide can float you off if you have misjudged. Here we needed the high tide to make it in. It was disconcerting to check the chart and note that the places we had decided to go through were listed at mlw (mean low water measurement) to be less than the depth needed for the hull and draft of our boat at 1.6 meters.
As we passed the small cays on the way, Children’s Bay Cay, a magnificent setting with private beaches and where development is expected for million dollar estates, and Rat Cay, a place with no facilities, where some cruisers wait to cross to George Town, we checked the anchorages to see where we might stay. The conditions were not right for the Rat Cay, so we decided to try off Pudding Point near Barraterre. Yikes! Both shallow around the point of the island, and too narrow for swinging on anchor-so we hightailed it out of there, and Sea Star anchored off the town pier. We decided not going in any shallower water would be the most prudent option, since we felt we were “pushing our luck” anyway, having made the trip that far; of course, the tide would have to fall again while we were anchored overnight. Windsong, with her 4 ½ foot draft continued on to Hog Cay anchorage.
We dinghied into the town dock, and decided to explore a bit. We had heard that Barraterre was a place that a cruiser could buy fresh vegetables, and this did turn out to be the case. We were taken right out into the gardens and could help select our pepper, tomato, cabbage and squash purchases. It was hot in the garden so we visited the Circle T Bar for a beer, and after reading the first US newspaper we had seen since Florida there- discovered Red’s for an excellent Bahamian meal. Red introduced himself and we talked about the snorkeling for a while, with him promising to take us to find “crawfish” whenever we called him from George Town, which was to be our next stop.
Back at the boat we did spend a rolly night and so woke early in the morning, deciding to get out of town while the tide was rising and we had some water to cross the previously discovered shallow areas. We headed back to the lovely and calm anchorage we had first looked at, at Children’s Bay. As soon as we anchored again, I noticed a skiff skimming across the Banks toward Barraterre.
Red had just delivered workers to Bock Cay (working on a Sunday- we were told the workers have to work seven days a week- we later read in a newspaper that the workers are owed a great deal of money and the project they are working on might go broke, as many resort and marina projects have) and was passing on his way back, so I hailed him and he stopped at our boat. We invited him to have breakfast with us, chatted, had pancakes and he was off again needing to work at his restaurant, then pick up the workers again. Many Bahamians are hard working, friendly and self-sufficient, and this town certainly had a good number of them.
By noon, Jamie on Windsong and Sea Star decided that since the winds and weather were predicted to deteriorate, higher on the nose winds with higher waves, for the next few days, we would grab the opportunity to cross the Sound into George Town and off we went.
Continuing on from Farmer’s Cut into Exuma Sound seemed like the correct thing to do after a night of rolly-polly on the mooring off Little Farmer’s Cay. Better to move on and roll on the water, we thought, than to roll on each tide. We headed out into the Cut in five, raising to eight, foot seas and headed south to the Adderly Cut that takes a boat from the Sound and into the protection of Lee Stocking Island. As we arrived at Adderly Cut we were worried about the state of the seas, wind opposing current, but we had been contacted as we sailed in the Sound an hour earlier and were advised that the cut was “quite do-able” by a person who lives in a home overlooking Adderly Cut. We made our way in without severe problems, through the waypoints and by eyesight.
We arrived at the beautiful, sandy anchorage by Lee Stocking Island in time to settle in for the afternoon and arrange for a tour of the Perry Institute facility the following morning. The tour gathered at the dock of Perry Institute and were guided on our walk by the Outreach person. Through informal discussion and her talk, we learned the Institute provides a place for scientific research for colleges and educational programs. It is a non-profit facility with ongoing research projects whose researchers arrive by May and throughout the summer. Some of their research involves the health of the reef system and the impact and possible control of Lion Fish. It was a very interesting and informative tour for 15 cruisers, and we appreciated the new out-reach efforts of the Institute.
Dan and Kathy in one dinghy, and Jamie from Windsong, dinghied around the cays near Lee Stocking, Leaf and Norman’s Cays, looking for the snorkel spots on the map we were provided by Perry Institute, and found an area where there was supposed to be a cave dive. Jamie and Dan looked it over but decided that the six foot opening and 75 foot very deep cave was not something to try. We hiked across the Island to the Sound side of Lee Stocking for a bit of exercise and returned to our boats. There were other cruisers arriving and departing as we visited the area for a few days. We met a few for sun downers and by the fourth day we decided to move on.
The Explorer Charts show a route from Lee Stocking to a small community called Barraterre Settlement. It sounded like an interesting place to visit and so we decided to wiggle our way over there, as the water is very shallow, even in the channels. We chose to leave when the tide was rising to utilize the tidal depth for travel. We usually make sure to travel into questionable places during a low tide, so that the higher tide can float you off if you have misjudged. Here we needed the high tide to make it in. It was disconcerting to check the chart and note that the places we had decided to go through were listed at mlw (mean low water measurement) to be less than the depth needed for the hull and draft of our boat at 1.6 meters.
As we passed the small cays on the way, Children’s Bay Cay, a magnificent setting with private beaches and where development is expected for million dollar estates, and Rat Cay, a place with no facilities, where some cruisers wait to cross to George Town, we checked the anchorages to see where we might stay. The conditions were not right for the Rat Cay, so we decided to try off Pudding Point near Barraterre. Yikes! Both shallow around the point of the island, and too narrow for swinging on anchor-so we hightailed it out of there, and Sea Star anchored off the town pier. We decided not going in any shallower water would be the most prudent option, since we felt we were “pushing our luck” anyway, having made the trip that far; of course, the tide would have to fall again while we were anchored overnight. Windsong, with her 4 ½ foot draft continued on to Hog Cay anchorage.
We dinghied into the town dock, and decided to explore a bit. We had heard that Barraterre was a place that a cruiser could buy fresh vegetables, and this did turn out to be the case. We were taken right out into the gardens and could help select our pepper, tomato, cabbage and squash purchases. It was hot in the garden so we visited the Circle T Bar for a beer, and after reading the first US newspaper we had seen since Florida there- discovered Red’s for an excellent Bahamian meal. Red introduced himself and we talked about the snorkeling for a while, with him promising to take us to find “crawfish” whenever we called him from George Town, which was to be our next stop.
Back at the boat we did spend a rolly night and so woke early in the morning, deciding to get out of town while the tide was rising and we had some water to cross the previously discovered shallow areas. We headed back to the lovely and calm anchorage we had first looked at, at Children’s Bay. As soon as we anchored again, I noticed a skiff skimming across the Banks toward Barraterre.
Red had just delivered workers to Bock Cay (working on a Sunday- we were told the workers have to work seven days a week- we later read in a newspaper that the workers are owed a great deal of money and the project they are working on might go broke, as many resort and marina projects have) and was passing on his way back, so I hailed him and he stopped at our boat. We invited him to have breakfast with us, chatted, had pancakes and he was off again needing to work at his restaurant, then pick up the workers again. Many Bahamians are hard working, friendly and self-sufficient, and this town certainly had a good number of them.
By noon, Jamie on Windsong and Sea Star decided that since the winds and weather were predicted to deteriorate, higher on the nose winds with higher waves, for the next few days, we would grab the opportunity to cross the Sound into George Town and off we went.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Exuma Land and Sea Park- January 2-January 9, 2009
The Exuma Land and Sea Park- January 2- January 9, 2009
Sea Star’s first anchorage in the Exuma Cays was Allen’s Harbor, between Allen’s Cay and Leaf Cay (where the iguana feeding took place), off Highborne Cay. I covered that stop in my New Years travel log entry.
Leaving Allen’s Harbor Dan and I decided to head for the Exuma Land and Sea Park whose purpose is, “safe haven and replenishment area for wildlife native to the Bahamas and to educate the public in saving this beautiful environment for future generations.” The Park is 22 miles long and extends 4 nm out from either side of the 15 large islands and a few smaller ones, including approximately 176 acres of naturally kept area. The Park does not allow taking of any wildlife, including fish, conch, lobster, shells, crab, or corals, and is monitored by the warden and volunteers, patrolling the borders of the park daily, and extracting fines for poaching, so we are warned.
Conveniently for our sailboat, the Land and Sea Park provides mooring balls for yachts of all sizes, and buoys at dive and snorkel spots for the encouraged exploration, and well marked trails for hiking. The L+S Park allows and encourages boaters to reserve a mooring one day ahead of arrival at the Warderick Wells Cay which fills quickly, by calling ahead to the warden’s wife, a patient, pleasant and knowledgeable woman, on VHF channel 09, which we did, planning to arrive at Warderick Wells on January 3. Within the Park there are no facilities such as one might find at a marina; no restaurants, no way to dispose of garbage or purchase necessities such as food or fuel, so a boater must plan accordingly.
Sea star anchored off beautiful Shroud Cay after sailing the 18 or so nm from Allen’s, using our jib alone on the Bahama Banks. The first night we arrived in park territory was cloudy with a little rain, so we waited until morning to explore the extensive mangrove creek area of Shroud, using our dinghy at high tide. In the narrow, winding, shallow creek we observed a Whistling Duck and many fish under the dinghy as we slowly motored along to avoid grounding. The clarity of the water with some sea grasses or sand under us as we moved along, was astounding. You just could not tell the depth available, always thinking you were shallow, but usually the dinghy motor had plenty of room.
We travelled through the creek, until, at its dead end, a brilliant blue ocean beach on Exuma Sound came into view just over the sand rise. We walked the beach admiring the intense and varied blues and greens of the accessible and warm waters contrasted with the whiteness of the sand -trying to ignore the mounds of colored plastic bottles, jerry cans, fish nets, shoes, and other flotsam washed up onto the beach at high tide.
We arrived back at Sea Star by 11:00AM from our exploring so we would have time to continue on to Warderick Wells and take our reserved mooring by mid-afternoon. We had a leisurely three hour sail to the Park headquarters, contacted the warden’s wife again, reminded her of our length and draft, and were one of eleven yachts that had arrived or were continuing their stay in what is called the North Mooring Field. (some boats request or are sent to the South Field, and a few larger yachts moor off of a site called Emerald Rock.) All afternoon, one by one boats, power or sail arrived and the mooring fields filled completely. Out by Emerald Rock were two one hundred foot yachts with their fishing boat size dinghies and all the toys; motorized scooters for underwater, personal water craft, extra center console inflateables, wind sailboards- you name it- but they can’t use the motorized in the Park.
Each morning at exactly 8:00AM, the warden’s wife, Judy, reads the weather report based on information from NOAA about the Gulf Stream crossing from Florida, from Nassau, and from a Virtual Buoy from within the Park. The report was very complete and appreciated by all the boats for our safety and future planning.
Sea Star stayed in Warderick long enough to do what boaters’ do there for $20 a day; snorkel the reefs that were on the protected side of the banks, walk or hike the cay on mapped trails and visit and discuss travel, weather and plans for moving on with other boaters at the park always feeling secure on the solid and well kept mooring balls. Sea Star crew snorkeled Judy’s Reef, Long Island and other coral patches with Jamie on Windsong, who had arrived from Staniel Cay on that Saturday in a nasty squall, viewing multiple and varied fish life, rays, huge grouper, schools of Jacks, and other species I will have fun identifying from our new Reef Identification set of books purchased at the Park, as well as corals and plants in vivid, greens, purples and yellows; unbleached corals in obviously wonderful health.
We were there on a Saturday night and the weather had been settled, so the park provided a space on the beach (next to a sperm whale skeleton display) and a bonfire for a gathering for any who wished to get together. Soon many, ten or more, dinghies lined the sandy beach and cruisers appeared with their Happy Hour – Sun Downer provisions and something to share. This was a fun time to see what others had done for the day and meet new people. Weather is always a discussion issue for cruisers and always has to be on your mind. We were experiencing warm and settled weather, BUT when was the next cold front going to arrive?
We heard the next front might arrive by the next Wednesday, so we made the decision to move on to explore other parts of the park before that time. After one more day at Warderick, our next stop was at Cambridge Cays, about a four hour sail and motor over some tricky Bank coral head areas and where depth for the keel was an issue if we traveled at a low tide.
We made it into the mooring field and when we had time to look around this area from which I write now, it is even lovelier than what we had seen before in the Park. It certainly makes us wish we were sharing it with friends and family as well as the straightforward and outgoing, welcoming and friendly cruising boaters in temporary residence. The snorkeling is exquisite and varied and just enough of a challenge to keep the adrenaline up when the denizens of the sea appear in the corner of your vision.
One really exciting creature we saw was a Lion Fish; a beautiful creature, softly colored in grays and light pink having appendages extending in a circle from its middle area but a somewhat dangerous reef fish that has venomous spiny fins and is not native to the area, and so it is a problem on the reef. (see Lionfish http://www.seeker.com/poisonous-lionfish-may-invade-mediterranean-1873177497.html Caribbean to read about the problem- quite interesting) We were told the Park may trap these fish to study them by DNA testing. The barracuda (only two I saw) may be quite large and curious, but because the area is closed to fishing, the groupers and other game fish are growing to a large and heavy size and are great to see through the caverns in the rocks and coral. The Trigger Fish, Angels and colorful reef fish delight us with their scooting and chasing antics. Sorry, I still can’t send pictures as I have no internet service. Our pictures only show land or islands anyway, well, only one cool fish, a trunkfish, and a Peregrine Falcon we saw when hiking.
Sea Star’s first anchorage in the Exuma Cays was Allen’s Harbor, between Allen’s Cay and Leaf Cay (where the iguana feeding took place), off Highborne Cay. I covered that stop in my New Years travel log entry.
Leaving Allen’s Harbor Dan and I decided to head for the Exuma Land and Sea Park whose purpose is, “safe haven and replenishment area for wildlife native to the Bahamas and to educate the public in saving this beautiful environment for future generations.” The Park is 22 miles long and extends 4 nm out from either side of the 15 large islands and a few smaller ones, including approximately 176 acres of naturally kept area. The Park does not allow taking of any wildlife, including fish, conch, lobster, shells, crab, or corals, and is monitored by the warden and volunteers, patrolling the borders of the park daily, and extracting fines for poaching, so we are warned.
Conveniently for our sailboat, the Land and Sea Park provides mooring balls for yachts of all sizes, and buoys at dive and snorkel spots for the encouraged exploration, and well marked trails for hiking. The L+S Park allows and encourages boaters to reserve a mooring one day ahead of arrival at the Warderick Wells Cay which fills quickly, by calling ahead to the warden’s wife, a patient, pleasant and knowledgeable woman, on VHF channel 09, which we did, planning to arrive at Warderick Wells on January 3. Within the Park there are no facilities such as one might find at a marina; no restaurants, no way to dispose of garbage or purchase necessities such as food or fuel, so a boater must plan accordingly.
Sea star anchored off beautiful Shroud Cay after sailing the 18 or so nm from Allen’s, using our jib alone on the Bahama Banks. The first night we arrived in park territory was cloudy with a little rain, so we waited until morning to explore the extensive mangrove creek area of Shroud, using our dinghy at high tide. In the narrow, winding, shallow creek we observed a Whistling Duck and many fish under the dinghy as we slowly motored along to avoid grounding. The clarity of the water with some sea grasses or sand under us as we moved along, was astounding. You just could not tell the depth available, always thinking you were shallow, but usually the dinghy motor had plenty of room.
We travelled through the creek, until, at its dead end, a brilliant blue ocean beach on Exuma Sound came into view just over the sand rise. We walked the beach admiring the intense and varied blues and greens of the accessible and warm waters contrasted with the whiteness of the sand -trying to ignore the mounds of colored plastic bottles, jerry cans, fish nets, shoes, and other flotsam washed up onto the beach at high tide.
We arrived back at Sea Star by 11:00AM from our exploring so we would have time to continue on to Warderick Wells and take our reserved mooring by mid-afternoon. We had a leisurely three hour sail to the Park headquarters, contacted the warden’s wife again, reminded her of our length and draft, and were one of eleven yachts that had arrived or were continuing their stay in what is called the North Mooring Field. (some boats request or are sent to the South Field, and a few larger yachts moor off of a site called Emerald Rock.) All afternoon, one by one boats, power or sail arrived and the mooring fields filled completely. Out by Emerald Rock were two one hundred foot yachts with their fishing boat size dinghies and all the toys; motorized scooters for underwater, personal water craft, extra center console inflateables, wind sailboards- you name it- but they can’t use the motorized in the Park.
Each morning at exactly 8:00AM, the warden’s wife, Judy, reads the weather report based on information from NOAA about the Gulf Stream crossing from Florida, from Nassau, and from a Virtual Buoy from within the Park. The report was very complete and appreciated by all the boats for our safety and future planning.
Sea Star stayed in Warderick long enough to do what boaters’ do there for $20 a day; snorkel the reefs that were on the protected side of the banks, walk or hike the cay on mapped trails and visit and discuss travel, weather and plans for moving on with other boaters at the park always feeling secure on the solid and well kept mooring balls. Sea Star crew snorkeled Judy’s Reef, Long Island and other coral patches with Jamie on Windsong, who had arrived from Staniel Cay on that Saturday in a nasty squall, viewing multiple and varied fish life, rays, huge grouper, schools of Jacks, and other species I will have fun identifying from our new Reef Identification set of books purchased at the Park, as well as corals and plants in vivid, greens, purples and yellows; unbleached corals in obviously wonderful health.
We were there on a Saturday night and the weather had been settled, so the park provided a space on the beach (next to a sperm whale skeleton display) and a bonfire for a gathering for any who wished to get together. Soon many, ten or more, dinghies lined the sandy beach and cruisers appeared with their Happy Hour – Sun Downer provisions and something to share. This was a fun time to see what others had done for the day and meet new people. Weather is always a discussion issue for cruisers and always has to be on your mind. We were experiencing warm and settled weather, BUT when was the next cold front going to arrive?
We heard the next front might arrive by the next Wednesday, so we made the decision to move on to explore other parts of the park before that time. After one more day at Warderick, our next stop was at Cambridge Cays, about a four hour sail and motor over some tricky Bank coral head areas and where depth for the keel was an issue if we traveled at a low tide.
We made it into the mooring field and when we had time to look around this area from which I write now, it is even lovelier than what we had seen before in the Park. It certainly makes us wish we were sharing it with friends and family as well as the straightforward and outgoing, welcoming and friendly cruising boaters in temporary residence. The snorkeling is exquisite and varied and just enough of a challenge to keep the adrenaline up when the denizens of the sea appear in the corner of your vision.
One really exciting creature we saw was a Lion Fish; a beautiful creature, softly colored in grays and light pink having appendages extending in a circle from its middle area but a somewhat dangerous reef fish that has venomous spiny fins and is not native to the area, and so it is a problem on the reef. (see Lionfish http://www.seeker.com/poisonous-lionfish-may-invade-mediterranean-1873177497.html Caribbean to read about the problem- quite interesting) We were told the Park may trap these fish to study them by DNA testing. The barracuda (only two I saw) may be quite large and curious, but because the area is closed to fishing, the groupers and other game fish are growing to a large and heavy size and are great to see through the caverns in the rocks and coral. The Trigger Fish, Angels and colorful reef fish delight us with their scooting and chasing antics. Sorry, I still can’t send pictures as I have no internet service. Our pictures only show land or islands anyway, well, only one cool fish, a trunkfish, and a Peregrine Falcon we saw when hiking.
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Saturday, January 3, 2009
Allen Harbor and New Year's Eve December 30-31, 2008
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Dan and I celebrated New Years with another cruising couple we had met when anchored at Allen Harbor. They also were sailing an Island Packet, making a natural conversation starter when we approached their boat in our dinghy. We had conversation, snacks and drinks together to welcome the New Year, but as boaters do, we were in bed late, around 10:30PM! And recall that we hadn’t slept the night before.
The weather changed; it became windier and again the current switched and we could feel the surge coming in from the Atlantic Cuts we had sheltered in the harbor against. The dinghy was banging the hull and the boat was straining at the anchor. Then it became even windier and the wind shifted and so did the boats-all the boats in the anchorage were suddenly on the move somehow. You couldn’t tell which boats you had gone to bed with around your boat.
There were rocks on the shore line and shallow spots to be careful of but there was poor visibility. A few boats apparently dragged anchor. Others had to pull up anchor to avoid the loose boats, and then could not easily re-anchor, not knowing where you would be safe, if anywhere. Some people just motored their boats around in the dark, windy night shining a flashlight to see where other boats were. Again this was NEW YEAR’S EVE. At least on Sea Star the Captain was not in the best shape, although competent to assess the situation and get us through the night to –again 3:00AM when the wind and current again aligned, boats re-anchored one at a time and we finally went to bed. Our Spade anchor with 100 feet of chain and 40 foot snubber line, held fast. Happy New Year to all!
The weather changed; it became windier and again the current switched and we could feel the surge coming in from the Atlantic Cuts we had sheltered in the harbor against. The dinghy was banging the hull and the boat was straining at the anchor. Then it became even windier and the wind shifted and so did the boats-all the boats in the anchorage were suddenly on the move somehow. You couldn’t tell which boats you had gone to bed with around your boat.
There were rocks on the shore line and shallow spots to be careful of but there was poor visibility. A few boats apparently dragged anchor. Others had to pull up anchor to avoid the loose boats, and then could not easily re-anchor, not knowing where you would be safe, if anywhere. Some people just motored their boats around in the dark, windy night shining a flashlight to see where other boats were. Again this was NEW YEAR’S EVE. At least on Sea Star the Captain was not in the best shape, although competent to assess the situation and get us through the night to –again 3:00AM when the wind and current again aligned, boats re-anchored one at a time and we finally went to bed. Our Spade anchor with 100 feet of chain and 40 foot snubber line, held fast. Happy New Year to all!
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