25 29.10 'N:76 53.12'W
2019-04-01
Eleuthera

I know, I know, I’m bad, I’m very late updating the blog but we’ve been seriously on the move. Just one day after Sarah went home we got the boat ready and made the 62 nautical mile crossing to Eleuthera with Migration. That was a crazy day with unsettled weather all around us. Lucky for us it was around us and not over us. On multiple occasions there were waterspouts passing just behind us. The wind was blowing a steady 10 to 15 knots for awhile then piped up to over 25 knots during the passing squalls. Just before the final squall passed by us we hooked a nice Mahi Mahi and managed to land him before the wind got too crazy. This is where we were reminded of the lesson don’t try to bring a Mahi Mahi into the boat if he is still blue. Yellow colour means he is tired. Blue means he isn’t. That thing went bezerk. We finally got him subdued with some booze in the gills.
Finally, things settled down to under 10 knots as we made our way to the Kemps Bay anchorage at sunset.
Next stop was Hatchet Bay where we settled in to ride out some nasty weather that was headed our way. Hatchet Bay is a great anchorage with good protection from pretty much any direction. The holding in some parts of the bay can be iffy but we found a good spot and settled in. Charlie from Migration was looking forward to this stop in order to take some pictures and video of the town as it is today for his father. Charlie’s dad lived in Hatchet Bay when he was twelve years old. At the time the family was involved in dairy farming. Some of the silos from the farms still stand on the island though the farming is long finished now. We joined Charlie on his walking tour. It was interesting to see the tracing of family history in action!
On March 30 we pushed further north to Spanish Wells. We arrived at the anchorage just in time to wave goodbye to Persephone and Blue Jacket. I swear they were holding us a prime spot in the anchorage. As they pulled up anchor and pulled out we dropped in to the spot where they were.
The winds had finally become light and we enjoyed a dinghy tour of the harbour. We went ashore to do a little walkabout. Really I was looking for a laundry place that I thought I remembered from a previous visit. No dice. We finally gave up looking and went back to the boat. The laundry would have to wait.
Our final day at Spanish Wells was a hot one with really no wind. We set out first thing in the morning for a walk around the beautiful island. Cute cottages, lush gardens, stunning beaches and lots of golf carts zipping here and there. This day was also the last day of lobster season. Paul and Charlie were looking forward to one last hunting trip. The water was so calm we were able to take the big boats out and anchor them on the ocean side of Egg Island. This put us just inside the barrier reef and the guys headed out to the reef right away in the dinghies. They came back with four nice lobsters for the freezer!
Ti Amo showed up and I joined them for a trip to the beach to let the pup rip around.
April 1 we departed Egg Island with Migration and Ti Amo at sunrise for the 54 nautical mile trip to the Abacos. The seas were calm and we found ourselves motor-sailing / motoring in a bit of rolling swell. We anchored at Spencer Point in the late afternoon. Another lovely anchorage we had not been to before.