12/17/2009, Spice Island Marine Boat Yard
Cannot believe we are outta the marina! We had a beautiful night last night, sitting on anchor that was set with our new, gold plated windlass! Dudley is doing a great job having learned to set the snubber and not loose any fingers. Those cute red and black foot buttons took some getting used to and it's wonderful that he'll keep all his fingers! We are so happy to be here in Prickly Bay at last we are feeling the breeze, hearing the windlass doing it's job and the solar panel....our bestest purchase to date (next in line after the new windlass, of course).
Ok, that's it. It didn't last long, floating freely away from the dock that is. We hauled Altair today!! We needed to haul her for a new bottom. We had already decided on red again (my desire to introduce another color other than teal) and of course checking every thru hull, all the stuffing in the box, hehe, and cutlass bearing.
We have so much to do! Barrier coat on the old bottom paint, then new bright red bottom; I'm redoing the faux teak all around the boat that has surely seen better days; I'll be sanding and waxing the entire hull of it's oxidized paint and vertical rust stripes from the rub rail inferior screws and the list goes on!
Keep ya posted!
12/16/2009, St. George Lagoon to Prickly Bay
It was hard to say goodbye, but it's not au revoir, just see ya soon! We hope! If not, that what's still hard to learn...knowing that it's a transient experience, and everyone sooner or later leaves for their new destination or deadline. Knowing and accepting are two very different things. Whennnnnnnnnnnn.
Phil Kellet hopped on a bus from Prickly Bay to St George and jumped aboard Altair to get away from his boat Moondancer which is in the shipyard! He really needed a break and it was a spectacular day! We didn't know what to expect. Every past experience of going around the southwest corner of a country and bashing into the easterly swells and wind is usually frustrating to say the least.
It was anything but that. We sailed Altair around the SW cape and Port Saline Airport (the man-made peninsula that juts out into the sea) in a sweet l.5 hour glory trip. I think Phil was hoping for a few more hours away from the yard stress, but we all had a good time and we are finally at anchor.
I'll take bobbing at anchor, or sailing, at best, any day over being at a Marina!
Dudley and Bec
12/12/2009, Prickly, True Blue or Grand Anse Estate, South Coast!
We've decided since we arrived at this most southern destination in the Windwards to treat ourselves to some 'space' whenever we felt the need after two years on our wee little sloop. Having the boat hauled and working like crazed maniacs in a dirty boatyard for an intense five full days clearly qualified.
It was my job to find the place!
As you've seen so far, we are in a verdant wonderland, so hiking, bussing and searching for the place was not a 'job'. It was very difficult though with so many sweet spots to choose from, but the price was obviously an issue with all the expense of the bottom paint, the yard bill and all the other supplies and parts while Altair is up in the air.
I'll show some of the spots I would've loved to stay, in the 'photo gallery', but I really needed to remember that we would be leaving just after sunrise and returning after sunset each day. Not too much time to partake of the goodies at these lush, posh, dreamy digs.
This is "Cinnamon Bay Resort", just sneaked a peak for the photo op to share with my honey when I returned with the search goodies! WOW!
Dudley and Bec
12/04/2009, Maurice Bishop Airport
It's hard to leave family at home...but we are morphing into boat rats...
We are new at this stocking up from your hometown! We thought about a barrel, filling it and having it arrive one week later on a Tropical cargo ship. That's crazy, Altair is already pretty full, but the cost! Everything is so expensive...
STRAWBERRIES...need I say more! If I could only ship them in a suitcase.
To make it short, we packed 4 duffle bags (the only luggage we can store on Altair) and we had receipts...we were so clued into what we needed to do, we came prepared to validate our replacement of vits and our need for new tennies! All boat things, right?
Well, it went so well...it was late, they weren't interested... we skated by!
Only question now is where the heck are we going to put all this stuff! I'm really not worried. When I want something, I go to great lengths to find room.
Check out this decorating...and it's only December 4th!!!!
11/29/2009, Bayside, Downtown Miami, Florida, Ola!
We really wanted to pick up a few indigenous trinkets for our Caribbean family we are attached to in Grenada! We have so much to be thankful for that a few musical lizards, the Cuban cigar, Benny More along with the delectable spices inherent in Cuban comida, kept us swirling with choices.
Here we are, shopping Miami style, dancing at the arena that juts out into the harbor at Miama (yep, that's how the early crackers pronounced Miami) Marina, and where is Dudley? He's drooling over a sailboat. This isn't any sailboat...it's the Heritage of Miami! Reminiscent of days long gone when we depended upon these strong workboats. This is the Heritage of Miami, a charter boat that Dudley hired to spread his Mom's ashes in Biscayne Bay, Florida way back when. He drooled and dreamed then when we had the chance to explore the nooks and crannies only imagined each and every time we crossed paths in our perfect sailing grounds.
He's still dreaming! He cannot help himself from scouring every sailing rag for 'the boat'. Do all sailors do this? Let's say our next cruiser is a 42' Pacific Sea Craft. Guaranteed he'd still be looking at a 44' Cabo Rico before long. Human Nature?
Dudley and Bec
11/22/2009, Ocala Florida
It's so hard to convince family and friends we miss them when we are rushing off after a couple of weeks back to the good ship Altair.
It didn't take long to make the decision to stay for Thanksgiving and go see our grandson who just became a third generation firefighter in Ocala, Florida. His first official job, his first home and his first visit from the 'grandparents' as a full grown adult.
The majority of the gang stayed in their big campers, we opted for the cushy hotel. We got all the benefits of a full fledged American turkey feast, the campground which was lush, the campfires kept us all toasty for a couple of days and best and most appreciated was the family reunion! We so miss everyone!
Happy Gobble Gobble Day to all our Family and Friends!