03/24/2011, Emerald Bay, Great Exuma
This seemed like the first serious hot day we've had. It may be because we're in a marina and we're not used to not having every little breeze to cool us. It may be that it actually was the hottest day so far. We listen to the weather every morning, but the weather we hear talks about high-pressure ridges, low-pressure troughs, approaching cold fronts and how all of those affect wind direction and speed. The possibility of rain is mentioned, but I have never heard anything about the temperature. I really don't know what the temperature is each day. I think most days have been in the upper seventies, and I think today was in the mid eighties, but that's just what I think.
Anyway, it seemed pretty hot today and there wasn't much wind. The sun was shining through the dodger and down into the galley and onto the fridge and freezer. We have a hard time keeping the freezer cold enough and the sun wasn't helping. So I took our reflective tarp and rigged a shade over the dodger. Ugly, but fairly effective.
We did get to do the wash, for free. And we walked to the grocery store and got a few more items. Most importantly, to Bud, he went to the liquor store next to the grocery store and was able to get beer for only $36 a case. That's much better than the $70 a case they charge on Little Farmer's Cay. In fact it's the cheapest beer outside of Nassau. So the area under our bed is full of cans of beer again.
This evening we went into the boaters lounge here and watched "Captain Ron" with a bunch of the other cruisers. They couldn't believe we'd never seen this movie, I guess it's a must see for anyone contemplating cruising. It was pretty funny.
03/23/2011, Emerald Bay, Great Exuma
Today we came back about 12 miles to the Marina at Emerald Bay. They have floating docks, metered water at the boat, showers, FREE laundry, FREE WiFi and all this at the "non-service dock" (no electric) for $1/foot. I just checked out the bathrooms and the laundry that are in the two story solid yellow building in the photo. Very nice. This place is run by Sandals Resorts and the bathrooms are resort quality.
We motor sailed here; actually, we motored here with the mainsail up more or less for show. The wind was close to on the stern and not much more than boat speed. I guess we were getting a little push from the sail. In any case, by time we got out of Conch Cut leaving Elizabeth Harbour we had only another 7 or so miles to go.
We planned our stay here for a period of time with no strong easterly winds. The entry to this marina is cut between two reefs and runs southeast off Exuma Sound. When there's a good blow from any easterly direction I guess the swell gets so bad that the entry becomes impassable. Even today, after a day of moderate winds yesterday and downright light winds today (and today's wind was more south than east) there were pretty big rollers coming in the cut. Once inside you're totally protected and the whole marina is 14 or more feet deep.
It was a real shock to get out dock lines and actually have to come alongside and dock. We did stop at the dock at Staniel Cay on the first of March for water, but the last time we were actually docked was in Nassau almost 6 weeks ago. Today we had to dock twice. First we pulled into the fuel dock and took on 23 gallons of fuel (we really burn through the fuel, that's about a gallon a day), and then we came in to our slip.
We hadn't been here long when a woman walked up and asked us if we were from Wilson, or just the boat. When we told her we were, she said she and her husband were from the Niagara-on-the-Lake Sailing Club at Smuggler's Cove on the Ontario side of the Niagara River. Their boat is right behind ours. We didn't realize it because they never changed the homeport and it just says Midland (for Midland, Ontario). We didn't even notice the Canadian flag, so it could have been Midland, Texas, for all we knew. Anyway, they are Martha and Bob on the D.W. Crow, in case any TYCers know them.
So now I'm going to post all the entries and all the photos since I last had Internet. Sorry for the down time.
03/21/2011, Elizabeth Harbour
The predicted wind was late in arriving. Bud and I were both restless last night waiting for the 30-knot gusts. When we got up this morning we found the weather was just north of Georgetown. We got dressed in a hurry and took Fuzzy ashore earlier than usual. Once we were back on board the rain came. That was welcome. There was enough rain to actually wash the salt off the boat.
After the rain the wind started. It hasn't been as bad as it might have been; the wind isn't steady. It blows 16 to 18 knots for a while, and then there are times when it really starts to hum. I saw gusts of 29 knots on our instruments. You can see the breakers hitting the reef at the north end of Stocking Island more than a mile away. You can also see little breakers on the west shore of the harbor about three-quarters of a mile away. Not a day to go to Georgetown. Our anchor and all those we can see in the harbor are holding and there is as much sunshine as clouds, so it's not a bad day to sit on the boat.
This morning Bud trimmed Fuzzy, who was getting quite shaggy again. We ran the generator to top off the batteries and run the vacuum cleaner. We could probably run the vacuum off the inverter, but it would be quite a load.
I made the world's ugliest blueberry pie. I thought we had a pie tin, but we didn't, so I made the pie in a square cake pan. There wasn't going to be enough crust or filling to really fill the pan, so I curled up the edges so it looks like a giant misshapen tart sitting in the cake pan. Hopefully it will taste OK; we're going to have it for supper.
We just took it easy this afternoon. We both napped a bit to make up for the lack of sleep last night.
This wind is supposed to die down in 6 to 12 hours. It's choppy at the boat, but not too bad because we're close to the east shore. We'll wait until early evening to venture to the beach with Fuzzy again, and hopefully not get too wet.
03/20/2011, Elizabeth Harbour
We talked this morning about perhaps moving the boat to get it in a little closer to shore. There are strong winds predicted tonight and all day tomorrow. We have to take Fuzzy ashore twice a day and as far out as we were anchored we were likely to have a good chop and get wet, especially getting from the dinghy to the boat. When we took the dog ashore we cruised around a bit with the dinghy to look for a likely spot, but we didn't really see anything that looked like it would work that would gain us enough to make it worthwhile to weigh and then reset the anchor.
Then while we were refilling the dinghy gas tank the boat in front of us left. We immediately made ready to pull the anchor and move forward. We dropped the anchor once, but it was surprisingly deep there and by the time we let out the proper amount of rode (anchor chain) we felt we were too close to the boat behind us. So we pulled it up again and repositioned and dropped it again. It was still deep, we needed to have about 100 feet of anchor chain out, but this time we ended up right in the middle of the clear area, not too close to anyone (see photo in gallery). Our anchor chain is only marked every 50 feet, so after the first 50 I have to estimate how much is going out. I was going to let it out until I saw the mark for 100 feet, then pull it back and attach the snubber, but we decided we didn't want to go back much further, so I tied the snubber on where we were and let it out until the snubber went taught. The hundred-foot mark on the chain was right at the waterline. Perfect. And we pulled and set the anchor both times without a hitch, thanks to our two-way headsets. We quickly dinghied out to check the set of the anchor with the viewing bucket. It was buried with only about 8 inches along the top of the bail showing above the sand. Again, perfect.
Once that was done we took showers using the hot water from running the engine (our water heater heats via AC or the engine) and gave Fuzzy a bath, so he's not a salty dog, at least until another wet trip to Georgetown. Bud changed the engine oil (again since the engine was warm) and I changed the sheets. So now we and the boat are nice and tidy and all tucked in ready for the blow.
We took the afternoon off to do a bit more exploring. We hiked up to the monument (a few photos in the gallery) and that's where I got this shot looking south along the length of Stocking Island. That's also where I took the photo of Earendil in her new anchor position. Fuzzy gets tired on our hikes, so I brought his front pack and he got carried for about half the hike.
We're back on the boat and almost ready for a nice Chinese dinner prepared by chef Bud. A very good day, indeed.
03/19/2011, Elizabeth Harbour
Today we did a lot of walking. First we dinghied over to a beach on Great Exuma Island about 5 miles north of Georgetown. Folks had told us on the cruisers net (VHF channel 72 at 8 AM) that it was the closest beach to Smitty's Pharmacy. It turned out to be a very nice beach. There was a beach access path in from the road. I turned around and took this picture back out into the cove from along the path. The walk to the pharmacy was probably about a mile. Happily they had Bud's medicine, and at about a quarter of the cost in the US. Unfortunately they had only two months' worth, and the script was for three months.
In the afternoon we decided to hike across Stocking Island on a path we'd been told about and walk up to a resort that was supposed to have Internet available (for sale). We carried the computer with us, but figured that was better than risking getting it wet on the dinghy ride to Georgetown. The hike across was pretty short and from the highest point there was a beautiful view of the ocean side and the beach, but my camera battery chose that moment to die, so no photo. It was then further down the beach than the distance we'd come across, until we got to the back side of the resort (the front side is on one of the bays off Elizabeth Harbour). We asked a woman walking along the beach if we could cut through to the resort from the beach and she said we could. She was walking our way so we talked to her a bit about the difficulties of getting Internet access, and especially anywhere that would give you good enough access to use Skype. She said the resort didn't let you Skype, that most places asked you not to and she usually only did it once a week from the Exuma Market (in Georgetown, where we bought our groceries). Since they didn't allow Skype at the resort and that was the main reason we wanted to use the Internet we decided to skip it. We turned around and walked back to the beach in front of the boat. I carried Fuzzy in the doggy pack we have for him because Bud was afraid he was getting too worn out from all the walking.
Since we wanted to talk to our daughter we decided to bite the bullet and dinghy back to Georgetown. We took two bags of garbage (we had all the packaging we'd taken off of our groceries). So we had another walk, Bud to the garbage dumpster for the boaters and me to the store that has a phone you can use for 15 cents a minute to the US. I finally reached Jamie, but the phone kept cutting out, so I gave up after about 10 minutes and 4 disconnects. I am getting so frustrated with the communications! There has got to be a better way to stay in touch!
Oh well, we did have nice walks and saw more of the area.
03/18/2011, Elizabeth Harbour
This morning we decided we should move the boat forward a bit and try to get out of that ship channel. So Bud started the engine while I went up and pulled the anchor chain in far enough to untie the snubber line. Then I raised the anchor until it was dangling just out of the water while Bud pulled the boat forward. When we got far enough forward I dropped the anchor again. The only problem was the anchor blades were thick with sand and the anchor was hanging backwards from the chain. I thought it might flip when it hit the bottom, but because of the sand on it, it didn't. When Bud backed off on the anchor the boat moved backwards, the anchor wasn't set. So we had to raise it again, only this time I forgot to tell Bud when it lifted off the bottom, so the boat started to blow back in the wind and Bud had to circle around and come back into the spot. Meanwhile, I took one of dinghy paddles and scraped the sand off the anchor and turned the swivel so the anchor was facing correctly. This time it set. We checked it with the viewing bucket on the way in to take Fuzzy to the beach, and it was buried up to the bail again.
Once we were back aboard we got ready to go into Georgetown. We haven't had a real grocery shop since Nassau, and that's been more than a month. We figured we have to make at least two trips with the dinghy to get everything we needed. It was a long ride across, and the closer we got to Georgetown the rougher the harbor was. There were probably two-foot waves as we rounded the point. The dinghy dock we were headed for was in front of the Exuma Market on Lake Victoria. You get to it through a very small cut under a bridge that carries the main street of Georgetown. The photo above is of another dinghy coming into Lake Victoria from the harbor. A lot of the guys pilot their dinghies standing with an extension built onto the outboard control. They use their other hand to hold onto a rope running back from the bow. Standing gives you better visibility to look for shallow water, but mostly it keeps you dry. Anyway, we were not dry when we approached the cut, and it was far rougher than in the photo, because when we came in the tide was running out and the wind was blowing in and there were some nasty standing waves right in front of the bridge. I was still sitting forward on the bow because the boat planes better that way. Bud slowed down quickly (speed limit under the bridge is 3 mph) and I tried to move back, but before I could react one of the standing waves broke over the bow. We had about three inches of water inside the dinghy and the engine stopped. I grabbed a paddle to try to keep us off the wall, another boater in a dinghy right behind us offered a tow, but Bud got the outboard started again immediately and we went the rest of the way into the dock. I had been carrying Fuzzy in my lap, but had to put him down to grab the paddle. Poor Fuzz was standing in water (so were poor Bud and Jill, come to think of it). Anyway, we made it safely and our passports and other papers we'd brought to renew our visas were dry inside the plastic pouch even though our carry-bag was soaked.
When we got to town we walked our trash over to the dumpster for cruisers that's out on the government dock. Next we walked to where immigration was supposed to be according to the guidebook, and then walked back across town to where the folks in that building said it really was. I went in and presented our papers while Bud waited outside with Fuzzy. I didn't have our departure cards, so she couldn't extend our visas. And they expire on Monday, so she said we needed come back with them today. Bud was not at all thrilled to hear about that, not relishing another go at the cut. As long as we were there, Bud went in and got a cartload of groceries.
We loaded up the dinghy, somehow managed to fit us back inside and headed back. The tide was pretty much out, so there were much smaller waves at the cut, but the wind was stronger, so the waves on the harbor were bigger. Plus now we were headed into the wind and waves. By the time we got across the harbor, all of us were soaked again, poor Fuzzy got soaked even sitting on my lap.
We hauled the groceries aboard and unpacked and stowed them. We pull everything out of cardboard boxes and repack those things, because we heard you could get roaches from the cardboard. I spent about 15 minutes going through all of our papers trying to find our departure cards. I finally started going through all the folders of papers I had stored in the aft cabin and found the one I'd set up for the paperwork we got for the country we were in. I'd forgotten about it, because we'd had to use our passports and cruising permit to check in to marinas, so the only things left in it were Fuzzy's papers and our departure cards.
We had a quick bite for lunch, changed our soaked and salty shirts, and set out again. This time we decided to leave Fuzzy behind. Even though he hates being alone on the boat, it seemed kinder than making him take another of those dinghy rides. As it turned out, the ride over wasn't too bad, and now the tide was running in (same direction as the wind) and the cut was no problem at all. It took us about 45 minutes, but we got our visas extended for another 90 days (we'd only asked for another 60) so we are all set. I took a picture of Lake Victoria and what you could see of Georgetown from the second floor open hallway at the immigration office. It's in the gallery.
We went back to the market and bought another cartload of groceries. While I was carrying that down to the dinghy, Bud went to the liquor store and got two cases of beer. We loaded all that stuff in the dinghy, being careful of our papers and the dozen eggs we'd bought. Back we headed. The wind and waves were down a bit, so we were only half drenched by the time we got back. We unloaded and unpacked and repacked and stowed all this stuff.
Now it was time to feed Fuzzy. Bud stowed his beer while I did dishes (not done since the night before our sail) and then we took Fuzzy ashore. At about 8 PM we finally got to sit down for supper. It was the most interesting and most exhausting trip to the grocery store I've ever made!