You may now that we are at Highbourne Cay Marina. Top of the Exumas. Waiting out some bad weather. We haven’t told you about this place yet, but wanted to give an update on where we are at and our plans. Continue reading “Weather. We make a small mistake and sit. (1/29/18)”
When last we left you, we had arrived in Great Harbour Cay after sailing/motoring all night. We covered Sid and his night swimming incident. We covered my humiliation on the dinghy and explained the bruises and scars that Jan has over most her body from her interaction with the mangrove trees. But we didn’t talk about the place itself. So a quick recap. Continue reading “Great Harbour Cay (1/14/18-1/19/18)”
Quote of the day (from Jan) who uttered these words while we were banging away south towards Nassau:
“Why is it that our crossings keep getting worse and worse?”
A deep and profound question. Which we had what seemed like an eternity to contemplate as we made our way out of the Berries and (we hoped) all the way to the Exumas over two days. Continue reading “Nassau (we don’t stop) and the Exumas (we do) (1/22/18-1/23/18)”
We eat out quite a bit on this trip. Which explains our inability to get our dinghy up on plane. Normally I don’t write about individual restaurants that we visit. They are all pretty good. Some are unique. But while sitting in the Berry Islands waiting to cross to Nassau, we got to eat at what can best be described as a dive restaurant, only reachable by boat on an island a long way away from anything. Continue reading “Flo’s Conch Bar (1/21/18)”
One thing that is guaranteed on this trip. Whenever any of us feel like we are getting competent at any particular task, the Gods/Goddesses of irony and humility come along and smite us mightily about the heads and knock us back a step or two. Today was a small, but illustrative, example.
(And as a note–this was from last week, just publishing now)
Weeeeeeell here we go, I have caved under constant pressure from my parents and decided to write the truth rather than just rainbows and unicorns. Hold on cowboy, cus’ thing’s are about to get ROWDY. Continue reading “AJ’s State of the Union Address”
We did not pick the greatest anchorage yesterday. Yes. There were seven boats by the end of the night in the same vicinity. And yes. We were out of the direct waves from off shore. But those pesky waves and the surge from the tide made an otherwise enjoyable location not good. That, and the fact that I woke with the curse of the coconut. The green apple two step. The trots. And before you read on, please note that there will be talk about defication in this post and if you are easily offended, you may want to wait until the next post.
You have been warned.
Note: This post has nothing to do with sailing, the great loop or with our year of travel. It is, instead, a post about Sid, our cat. Who is 18 years old and who we didn’t think was going to make it on the trip. He has been in slow decline for a year now, but he is still with us. Mostly, we think, to spite us. He is after all a cat.
The day dawns and Lucky and I walk out onto the dock and watch sailboats head out early to get a start on their trip to the east. We take the short walk to the beach. He is off leash and alternating between eating rotten seafood and vomiting while I walk through the gorgeous blue water and white sand. Back to the boat for breakfast and Jan and I decide to change our plans. Continue reading “We lose our minds: Another night sail and Great Harbour Cay (1/12/18-1/13/18)”