Anchored in the middle of no where
27 April 2014 | Grand Bahama Bank in 12 feet
Devi
We spent last night anchored in 12 feet of water on Great Bahama Banks with no land in sight.
The day was flat calm and I waxed portions of the cockpit, polished stainless steel, read, made lunch, snacks and popcorn. I felt like a stewardess walking the aisles with snacks and picking up trash. I napped and so did Hunter.
It was a long day with several notable events to break up the day. While we were in the Tongue of the Ocean (a cul de sac of the ocean that is surrounded by shallow banks), a pod of pilot whales swam beside us. They are not huge, but clearly not dolphins. They do not breach and show their tails like humpbacks, but do show their distinctive dorsal fins. A warbler joined us for a while, but I guess his GPS alarm went off when it became apparent we were not going north and east was not on his route.
It was odd to just drop our main sail and walk forward and drop our anchor. We were a few miles from the traditional routes of travel and had the boat well lit. The anchor was well set. It was a very pleasant change from Nassau.