It Feels Like Home
25 February 2018 | Exumas, Bahamas
This year's cruise is different than previous ones. We are no longer the newbies, naive of winds, tides, currents and anchorages. We have more time to spend, we started in November, instead of January. We don't move unless we want to so weather is rarely an issue. For the first time we've been able to entertain guests aboard for a week's stay. And, just like the dirt dwellers home, stuff breaks and needs to be fixed. Bill, being Bill, has no problem striking up a conversation with anyone anywhere and we are reaping the benefits of renewing some of these acquaintances as we make new ones.
We seem to divide our time between revisiting favorite places and discovering new ones. Since we decided we are not going further south until the effects of the hurricanes are abated, we are concentrating on Eleuthera and the southern Bahamas. We again spent Christmas and New Years in Spanish Wells. We had Thanksgiving dinner at Lorraines in Black Point. We joined the crowds of boaters at the First Friday in February regatta at Little Farmers Cay. We are in Black Point today for the fourth time, and love that Ida and Lorraine greet us with hugs, Mr Adderly discusses his daughter and his grandchild with us, and the guys at Scorpios remember we are Packer fans. This is one place that truly does feel like we've come home.
Over time we have gained confidence in.our skills and in our boat. We don't need to anchor only at the prescribed spots on the charts or guidebooks, but we seek out the spots near what appear to offer swimming and snorkeling. We can read the water and watch the tides to get us into spots that other boats ignore.
We just spent a week in a Pipe Creek anchorage that we bypassed several times in the past. It was unbelievably lovely. Instead of crowding into Big Major Spot by Pig Beach with fifty boats, we were ten miles north in an anchorage with three. We used the anchorage as base camp for exploring by dinghy. We tend to hit the supply towns, Staniel and George Town for a day to provision, then get back on our watery highway to find more pristine spots for swimming, snorkeling and relaxing.
A friend gave us some cocktail napkins that say "home is where the anchor drops" and that sums it up precisely.