28 March 2008 | Black Point Settlement
Steve, mostly sunny, wind SE 15, seas <1m
Photo: Dotham Cut
After three days of sitting out another cold front in George Town, we pulled out a day earlier than we had originally planned. Yesterday we crossed Stocking Island to look at the beach and ocean waves, which were pretty high, and we figured it would be another 48 hours before things would settle enough for us to leave and head up the Exumas islands. However, we saw quite a number of boats up anchor and leave, and on impulse we decided to do the same. If the seas were still running high, we could always turn around and head back in.
One can always tell when one is getting further away from George Town: the VHF radio traffic drops off noticeably. Another four days of Chicken Harbour were enough to confirm my opinion of it: as King Arthur said of Camelot in Monty Python and the Holy Grail: "It's a silly place!" Some of the discussions on the VHF cruiser's net are little more than inane bickering sessions over everything from proper trash disposal to anchor-setting protocol, and the constant chatter on the net is a little tiring after weeks of relative solitude. So, we were very happy to discover upon clearing harbour that not only were the seas significantly calmer than expected, but that the wind was suitable for another spinnaker run. No sooner was the spinnaker up, than a voice came over the VHF, "Oooh, a spinnaker! Must be a Squadron sailor!" That call came from another cruiser we had briefly met in George Town, exchanging greetings as we passed by, and the other boat, Anania, remarking on their pleasant stay at the RNSYS last year. One never knows who one will meet down here, and I think this is one of the pleasant features of cruising, this inter-twining of paths, the unexpected nature of meetings and separations, and the easy friendships that result.
Our day ended by passing through Dotham Cut, made eventful by the appearance of a waterspout approximately six miles to the north of us (and which dissipated soon after, thankfully). We then anchored at Black Point Settlement, where Lorraine of Lorraine's Cafe remembered our faces, and we spent a quiet evening walking about town, and then meeting up at the Cafe with friends from Lunenburg whom we first met in the ICW months ago! See what I mean about inter-twining paths?