Tug & Barge Rocks
Wednesday August 20th 2008, Lee Stocking Island
The winds out of Georgetown died as we reached the Sound. We anchored off of the Caribbean Marine Research Center at Lee Stocking Island. NCOBS Sea Kayak Staff know this area well and will recognize the image included of "tug & barge rocks". It is very odd to be in this area in a vessel other than a sea kayak. I am amazed how different everything looks being 7 feet above the water in the sailboat rather than two feet in a sea kayak.
Bye Bye Georgetown
Wednesday August 20th 2008, Exumas
We have learned through friends in Everglades City that Sunset Island was flooded during TS Fay's passage. The lower east and west cottages have 1/2" of mud inside, there was damage to the fresh water system, there is no power on the island, and the jon boat dock is only hanging on a single piling. Unsure of other damage and worried about our home we are sailing north. With luck and fair weather we will return to Everglades City within two weeks.
While the Georgetown cruising scene was silent during our stay, we did enjoy spending time with Albert and Marta on Marlaga, Ben & Wade on Flip Flop Logic, and Neville, the Commodore, & the Doctor at the Peace and Plenty. I wish all our new friends good times until we meet again.
Monday August 18th 2008, Stocking Island, Exumas
We are still lingering in Elizabeth Harbor. The reliable internet connection in the harbor has allowed us to track Fay and kept up updated on her torment of FL. We know she made landfall within 20NM of our home, Sunset Island. Our future travels will depend largely on the reports we expect to receive on any damage to the Outward Bound Basecamp. We are keeping our fingers crossed.
The weather is fair here in the islands. The image included was taken on our hike around Monument Beach. It was meant to be a hike up to the top of Monument Point, but we waited too late in the day and the trails in the wooded areas were thick with mosquitoes, ahh feels like home. The rock formations on the beach were fascinating.
Fay is tracking south & west of our position!
Saturday August 16th 2008, Elizabeth Harbor
With growing certainty we can say the TS Fay is going to travel south and west of our position. We will remain here in Georgetown a few more days to be certain of her progress. This is good news for us here in the Exumas, but now it looks as though Sunset Island and our friends in southern FL need be concerned about Fay's track.
We are again anchored by Volleyball Beach on Stocking Island. From our anchorage it a short dinghy ride will provide us access to a system of trails that lead to various summits and beaches. This gives provides us an escape from the boat during the waiting game. In the image included Anne is shelling along the ocean side of Stocking Island.
killing time in Georgetown
Thursday August 14th 2008, Elizabeth Harbor
We are stalled here in Georgetown waiting to see what the low pressure system to our south is going to do. Anne is feeling better and better with each passing day. We have signed up for a week of wifi service with a local provider. Having an internet connection allows us check the weather, catch up on some work, and update our friends. We are also stocking up on naps and consuming the library of books aboard C'est la Vie.
When is checkout time?
Tuesday August 12th 2008, Georgetown, Exumas
Anne seems to be on a slow rebound. She did manage to consume most of her P&P pancake breakfast. Determined eke every second of air conditioning, TV, and internet out of our room we lounged around until just after the noon check out time.
In the image, Anne is playing the hook and ring game that seems to be a staple of any nautical establishment. I'm inspired to find a place on Sunset Island for one.
The Building in the background is the P&P bar. The building was originally the cookhouse built in loyalist period in the late 1700's. The walls are 18" thick and Neville claims it is the world's best site for hurricane parties. We hope not to test this theory, but are keeping our eye on a tropical low that is threatening our area.
Back on the boat. We spent the remainder of the day taking care of our to-do list... we changed the oil, changed the fuel filters, and reprovisioned.
Down for the count at the Peace & Plenty
Monday August 11th 2008, Georgetown, Exumas
Anne is sick. We think is may be something she ate at the Chat'n'Chill cookout. I am as of yet unaffected, but Anne spent last night heaving into the head on C'est la Vie. In an act of compassion I moved the boat to town and got a hotel room at the Peace and Plenty (P&P) in Georgetown. The image included is of the patio area of the P&P. Volleyball Beach is visible in the background, left of the flag poles.
After a long shower, Anne crashed out in front of the TV's non-stop Olympic coverage. I spent the afternoon in search of supplies - propane, water, fuel, etc.
By evening, Anne was well enough to wander out of the room. On a pass through the P&P bar, the manager Neville, offer to buy us a drink and asked about or accommodations. One drink turned into four and two baskets of conch fritters. We spoke at length with Neville and Danny, the Commodore of Family Island Regatta. We enjoyed the evening's conversation. Neville was very generous with the drinks and food. Anne mostly drank water, but by the end of the evening was persuaded to try some rum and coke. Back to the room.
The P&P is a wonderful hotel and well run by Neville and his team. If you want more information visit the website: www.peaceandplenty.com
Sunday August 10th 2008, Stocking Island, Exumas
Every winter hundreds of cruising vessels arrive in Elizabeth Harbor, Exumas and create a vibrant floating community. The floating community is very important to the local economy. Many businesses cater to the population of cruisers that inhabit the harbor from December - April. Currently there are approximately 10 occupied cruising vessels in the harbor.
One very popular gathering spot is Volleyball Beach and its associated grill/bar the Chat'n'Chill. The image included is of Volleyball Beach from the bow of C'est la Vie. Despite the low number of vessels in the harbor the Chat'n'Chill still hosted its popular Sunday Cookout. Yep you guessed it meat (chicken), peas & rice, slaw, and mac & cheese... it's the island way, Mon. After wrapping up the splicing session (pun intended), we spent the remainder of our Sunday lounging in the beach in the shade of the casuarinas pines. I thought I would be absorbed by my current read, Don't Stop the Carnival by Herman Wouk, but the people watching dominated our time on the beach. So diverse and intertwined were the beach goes that midway through the afternoon Anne stated that she felt as if she were in a United Colors of Benetton advertisement. There was a wedding party for a couple, he was Japanese and she was from the States. The swing in the tree behind us was popular with the kids and parents from the US frat boy persuasion to a family from India. Often the children lasted longer that the parents so parents ended up push other people's children as everyone took turns. Statements in swimwear ranged from the self conscious Midwestern mother wearing the built in skirt type suit to the rail thin Italian guy in the short boy shorts, to the random thong lost in voluminous pale cheeks to the must avoid all contact with UV rays body wrap including a balaclava. We enjoyed our day on the beach, but achieved little reading.
Sunday August 10th 2008, Elizabeth Harbor
Albert & Marta would not allow us to row away from Maralga without taking the 5 meter piece of ½ inch Dacron line they had used to replace the webbing painter line on the bow of Origami.
The following morning, utilizing the early silence aboard C'est la Vie, I set up the splicing station (see image included) and set about making some changes in Origami's leash.
Don't worry the filthy cutting board pictured is not from Anne's galley. This cutting board is part of the shop supplies. Among the other required splicing implements are an iPod, explicit directions with pictures, a Leatherman tool, and a fid. Unfortunately I missed the splicing workshop hosted by Bill Gorton last time he visited Sunset Island. I had to go it alone - self reliance. So successful was the splicing station that I end up splicing both ends of Origami's new painter, both ends of Origami's anchor rode, and both ends of C'est la Vie's mooring bridle. Hey practice makes perfect.
Saturday August 9th 2008, Exumas
Overnight the winds continued to veer and after a dark thirty squall they finally settled back around to south. The weather and tides looked appropriate for our short 15NM, southeast run on the sound side between Square Rock Cut and Conch Cay Cut. There are few cuts and no navigable routes on the banks in this area. Vessels must travel in the sound to access northern entrance to Elizabeth Harbor at Conch Cay. We prepped the boat, triple checked Origami's painter line, hoisted the main, and motored sailed out Square Rock Cut without incident. The 15 nautical miles passed uneventfully in standard fashion, motor sailing close hauled under the main. Due to a couple reefs that break in larger swells the entrance at Conch Cay has a bad reputation. As we approach the cut the winds are south at 10 knots with an ebbing tide. Our passage through the waters is uneventful until, just off Goat Cay... with a stinging familiarity Anne looks back and shouts, "Where is Origami?"
My mind races, "WHAT? NO, NO, NO. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING AGAIN." We triple checked the knots. How long had she been missing? I cannot remember the last time I looked back to check on her. "When was the last time you remember her being behind us," I query Anne.
Anne recalls the dinghy being off our stern as we made the turn southward past Conch Cay. If that wily dinghy slipped away in near Conch Cay, then she will be sailing her hull northward across Exuma Sound. We were at least 30 minutes past Conch Cay. As I calculated Origami's speed and course, we spun C'est la Vie and began our pursuit. Let's see one hour with 10 knots of south wind assisted by an ebbing tide. If we did lose Origami in Exuma Sound, then by the time we re-entered the sound she would be beyond our visible horizon. Unless she was within Elizabeth Harbor things did not look promising for another happy ending.
Anne took the helm and ran our course back out to Conch Cay. I took up a position forward and used the field glasses to scan the waters. DAMN, we reached the sound with no sight of Origami. It was beginning to look as if our fate was to part ways. We gave up hope and retreated back through Conch Cay Cut. We began to process what next. How do we find a new dinghy in Georgetown? How much will that cost? How will we face the humiliation of telling the crew of Maralga that we again lost or dinghy?
Prospects seem grim. As Anne and I stood silently, gloomily in the cockpit, the VHF crackled to life.
"C'est la Vie, C'est la Vie this is the Maralga over."
I began to look for sand in which to bury my head.
I slink over to the VHF. I thought I would have a bit of time to steel myself before explaining the loss, again, of our dinghy. Mike in hand, I answer the hail, "Maralga this is C'est la Vie, over."
Albert's voice comes back in reply, "Yes, C'est la Vie have you lost your dinghy again?"
I'm mortified. How did they discover our folly so soon? Processing the options my mind flood's with optimism and my pulse quickens. "Roger, roger Maralga we have lost our dinghy again. Over."
"C'est la Vie we are 8NM north of Conch Cay and have your dinghy 100 meters off our port side."
Unbelievable! The only boat we know within a day's travel and they happen to run across our tiny dinghy drift in Exuma Sound. I cannot even remember my reply. I must have said something because Albert requested that I stand by while he and Marta retrieve Origami and secured her to Maralga. Dumbfounded I returned the mike to its cradle.
Anne and I proceed into Elizabeth Harbor and anchor off the Chat'n'Chill beach along Stocking Island. A few hours later, Maralga with Origami in tow drops her anchor 50 meters off our stern. For the second time in three days I dive into the water and swim to retrieve our lost dinghy.