Where the Anchor Is
24 February 2017 | Little Harbour, Abacos
Yesterday we took hot showers using fresh water that we harvested during a storm. We heated the water using a solar bag. The grey water was flushed from the head by a pump powered by the sun. The solar panels that generate that power are mounted on our boat -- a sailboat of course, which is motivated by wind.
How can one not be romantic about sailing?
In the two weeks since we left Florida, we have used 6 gallons of fuel, and I resent every drop. I wonder: Why aren't we sailing on and off anchor?
"Home" these last five days has been the southern Abacos, the last bit of this Bahamian island grouping that we have never seen. We rode out a gale (the one that filled our tank), explored, worked on our boat and caught up with work. We are so far behind schedule that I have decided to flush the schedule altogether. Months of planning down the head. Perhaps that's where it rightly belongs.
We expect to leave tomorrow for Eleuthera.
Unless we don't.
PICTURE: With our friends, Fred and Wendy Edmiston, of "Brown-Eyed Girl" near Little Harbour, Abacos