Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.235N
75.45.748W

Today has been pretty rough for Dale.  He had put everything together on the water maker yesterday but didn’t try starting it until today.  Unfortunately, he still couldn’t get the required pressure needed to make water.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so deflated.  He must have read the manual cover to cover 3 times, learning nothing new, before he was able to get through to the tech guys in California.  They walked him though each step once again while he was on the phone with them.  The final decision was that the regulator on the system is faulty and a new one will be sent to us.  Dale told them there was no way we could sit here another month waiting for the part to clear customs and paying another exorbitant VAT (value added tax).  We made arrangements to wait for shipment until we arrive in Puerto Rico.  There’s even a manufacturer’s representative located there. 

On my side of the equation.  I tested the one load a day theory again and was shot out of the water.  Even Dale tried.  Then I learned that the ice maker was turned on.  Once we turned the ice maker off, shut everything connected with the washing machine completely off, turned it all back on, it started working again. 

By this time it was after noon and there was a talk on the beach about batteries that Dale had wanted to attend.  So, while he attended the ‘seminar,’ I played Dominos.  Once again, I had the most fun. 

After we were both done and walking back to the dinghy, I asked if he learned anything new.  He said “yes, our batteries are on their last leg.”  Apparently, our type of batteries last about 8 years; we bought them about 6 years ago.  Of course, this means that in the next year or so, we’ll get up one day and the batteries will need to be replaced.  At least I can start to budget for them now. 

The one good thing that happened today was that we got the call informing us our sail part had arrived.  We’ll pick it up tomorrow and go from there. 

Monday, January 27, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.235N
75.45.748W

Today was one of those days where some things went well and others, well, didn’t.

We started our day listening to weather, apparently, it’s not going to get as blustery on Wednesday and Thursday as first thought of last week.  Which is good for us. 

Looking towards George Town

All is well in the anchorage and we are up to 197 boats now. 

Dale then started prepping the water maker to get it running but held off until he had a chance to speak with the representative.  Once done, he learned that it was OK to drain the remaining oil it was originally shipped with and put in new to run it.  So, we drained the oil out of the original one (since it never worked once the oil had been changed) and put it in the new water maker after it was drained. 

He also tore apart the generator that quit last evening.  He determined that he was getting fuel from the tank to the generator but no further which established that it was not the same problem as we had the first time.  Just to confirm, he turned on one of the engines and ran it for an hour just to make sure nothing clogged it.  Changing the main fuel filter seemed to fix the problem with the generator and we ran it for a couple of hours without issue. 

Since the generator was running, I again tested my theory that the washing machine only works once a day.  At first it balked but I turned everything off and then back on and tried again and that time it did one whole program (wash, drain, spin, rinse, drain, spin, rinse, drain, spin, blink the little red light forever before unlocking the door).  I hung the clothes out to dry and called it a day as far as laundry. 

While I was monitoring the washing progress, Dale went in to town to see if the sail part had arrived.  That’s where our luck ran out.  However, the shop that handles the incoming imports checked their database and said that our part was scheduled to be on a flight out this evening and should be here by tomorrow.  How many times have we been told that?

By the time Dale got back, is was after 1pm and since I had missed my Dominos game yesterday, I convinced him he should take the rest of the day off and go play Dominos with me.  He agreed and proceeded to beat all of us.  However, it was determined that I had the most fun as I had the most points (in the game of Mexican Train Dominos, the idea is to have the least amount of points at the end).  We made it back to the Palace a little after 5pm, foregoing the dinghy raft up at 4:30, and called it a day.

I guess that’s it for today. 

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas

23.30.235N
75.45.748W

Happy Australia Day Gerry and Nicky!  I’m sure you’re celebrating it in style somewhere in the BVI’s!

Looking from town across the channel

Today is Sunday and we spent it doing pretty much what we did last Sunday.  After the net, we went into “Beach Church,” sat around for an hour or so chit chatting with various people.  Ordered the rib dinner from Chat N Chill (which was excellent by the way), then listened to Caldwell Thompson give a talk about “bush medicine”.  We thoroughly enjoyed listening and talking with this man.  In fact, so much so, that I failed to join my Domino friends for our Sunday game.  In any event, we had a great time in our day across the channel. 

When we returned, I tried my theory of ‘once a day the washing machine will work’ and, would you believe it, it did.  Granted, I only put some wet clothes in to spin but it worked; I’m happy.  Unfortunately, shortly after it finished, the generator died; much like it did back in Cave Cay.  It was almost dark by that time, so Dale simply flipped everything back to the inverter and said he’d look at it tomorrow.  I think we have a big booger in the tank somewhere and every so often, it clogs the whole shooting match.  Somehow, we’ve got to get it out.  Just not sure exactly how we’re going to do that. 

So calm, you can see 

the anchor chain

Besides playing in diesel again (which has got to be Dale’s least favorite thing to do on the boat—which includes working on the toilet), we’re hoping our sail part comes in and we can affect a decent repair.  Tomorrow is supposed to be as calm as today was, so it should be a good day to pull the sail out and onto the deck.  If the tear is out of my realm of sewing, we have heard of someone in town that does sail repair, so we do have a back up plan if necessary. 
As always, wish us luck.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.235N
75.45.748W

Well, it’s official; we’ve been here a month.  AND finally progress!  

This morning after listening to the anchorage news, I asked Dale to turn on the generator so that I could do another load of laundry.  Being Dale, if the generator is on, so is everything that it can possibly run; i.e. ice maker, battery charger, and of course, my washer.  I put in a load and lo and behold it started to work.  When it started to hang up, I asked Dale to turn off everything but the washer.  My theory was maybe we were using too much power in everything else causing a “brown out” for my washer.  I was instructed that one thing doesn’t have anything to do with another.  But-it started working again. And, it continued throughout the all the wash cycles.  Wahoo, while I was on a roll, why not do it again?  This time, I couldn’t even get it to fill with water.  The Tinker in Chief took over.  Consult the manual-dodge the lightning strikes-because men don’t read the manual first.  First one thing, then another.  Finally, I suggested that we turn the whole thing off.  Maybe it only works once a day.  I’ll try again tomorrow. 

About mid-morning, Dale got a call from the UPS representative asking where we were located.  We found out that she was the delivery person and if he could make it to town, she had his package.  Dale assured her that although we were on a boat out in the anchorage, he could be there in 10 minutes.  We dropped that dink in the water so fast, it sent out a tidal wave.  Then Dale took off like a shot!  He was back in short order yelling well before he reached the boat that it was Christmastime!  Our watermaker part had arrived. 

When he took it out of the box, it looked exactly like the one we had.  The manufacturer had told us that our part wasn’t available right then but that they would send us one that could be used in its place.  Dale set about measuring, this way, then that, and kept repeating, “it’s the same”.  So he installed it.  The long and short of it is, it appears to be the same unit.  Not just the pump needed but the main guts of the system itself.  He plans on speaking with the representative before trying to start it on Monday as all of the oil leaked out in the shipping process.  As I understand it, many times, the priming oil that it’s sent with is different than the normal oil and is used during a settling in process for a period of hours before you change it to the normal kind.  (I don’t know; it’s just what I was told and you know how he gets when he’s in his teacher mode.)  In any event, he wants to make sure before he tries starting it up that he’s using the right kind of oil. 

Now, if we can just get that sail part in!

Friday, January 24, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.235N
75.45.748W

I know, I know, I haven’t written in a couple of days.  BUT, there’s nothing going on!  We’re still anchored in front of George Town.  Dale goes in at least 3 times a day to fill our water can.  We’ve paid almost $600 in VAT taxes for our incoming parts (so we know that they’ve made it to Nassau) but when he checks with where they are supposed to be mailed to; still no parts.  One person told us that they’re on the plane but another said that’s what they tell you to get you off the phone.  So, we’ll try again tomorrow.

Today, Dale had to run by the telephone company because he received a text message saying that his auto renewal was due on Sunday.  That isn’t the plan he just bought.  He was assured that it won’t apply to him but considering what we’ve gone through with the telephone company, we’re not very confident that we won’t be charged. 

Today I tried to use the washer on board; it worked for 3 of the 4 cycles.  Then it seemed to hang up.  Dale thought maybe it was overloaded.  So we found a work-around.  Then I tried a smaller load.  Same thing.  I used the same work-around to get the clothes out and onto the line.   I don’t know what to say about this.  It is what it is. 

We did dinghy over to the other side to listen to a talk about a guy that lost his mast last week.  One of the few nice days we had last week he took his brother and a couple of friends out fishing.  15 knot winds.  3-4’ seas.  Not great but not awful either.  Then snap, he loses his mast.  During the question and answer period, it comes out that it was the original standing rigging on a 30 year old boat.  Regardless of the fact that it had passed a rigging inspection, its suggested that you replace your standing rigging every 10-12 years.  No one was injured.  His boat wasn’t holed.  He told how he cut everything free, was careful not to foul his prop and then limped back here.  The icing on the cake?  No insurance. 

As I’ve said in earlier posts, right when you think things are going bad, we hear of someone who has it worse. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.235N
75.45.748W

Believe it or not, we slept last night.  Although the wind did pipe up, it wasn’t howling until after we got up at 6:15 or so.  We did see 27 kts. this morning but after last week, it wasn’t as bad as we were led to believe.  Once the sun was up enough to see around us, we didn’t like how we were swinging near one of the boats we’d anchored between, so we moved to a bit behind them with no one else around.  Much better. 

After the cruisers’ net, the radio was humming with alerts about boats that were dragging.  We’d switched to a west, northwest wind direction last evening and people either didn’t have enough room to swing or other boats were sliding down on them.  One of the ones that caught our attention, was the big 75’ motor yacht that slid very close to where we had been.  The boats that had anchored in next to where we were anchored (which hadn’t allowed for us to re-adjust our position when we were trying to prepare), were left scrambling, due to the motor yacht moving over their anchors which then couldn’t be retrieved.  I'm guessing that would have been us too.  Until I can get in to play Dominos, I won’t be able to find out how that particular issue was resolved as the motor yacht wasn’t answering the radio calls. 

About mid-morning Dale went in to “fix” his phone again.  I told you how he had gone in on Monday to “fix” it, only to be told that he needed to pay a dollar to activate the plan he had purchased.  Today, when he went to call on the status of the missing parts, it happened again.  So, although we hadn’t planned on going anywhere in the dinghy while there were white caps in the anchorage, we lowered the dink and he went into town to “fix” it again. 

Although it took being passed to a supervisor and a couple of extras heads trying to figure out what was going on, he tested it, then returned to the boat.  We hoisted the dink back into the davits so that it wouldn’t be banging all over the place and he sat down to make his call.  By golly, it happened again.  When he dropped the phone that time, I thought he might have broken it. 

So, we lowered the dink again and this time I go too (just to make sure he doesn’t get arrested or at least there, in case bail has to be posted). This time at the telephone company, they see him coming and start with other ideas on how to “fix” the problem.  Basically, they took everything off and reloaded it.  This time, we’re ready.  We walk outside, find a corner where the wind isn’t blowing and try again.  Dale was mid-sentence when once again, the call is dropped and a recording comes on that he needs to add money to his account.  Needless to say, it only took 30 seconds to go back into the store with grim faces.

The customer service person gave a rather telling explanation.  Businesses here have the ability to cut a telephone conversation short when they are busy (or, dare I say it, don’t want to talk with you.  They can even block your number.)  So, this time, she suggests that Dale call from their land line.  This time, the call goes through, Dale gets the information needed (we pay the taxes via credit card, the part is supposed to be here on Friday) and we are sent on our way with assurances that there is nothing wrong with the plan, the problem is somewhere else.   We’ll see; there’s one more part that needs to get here. 

I’m not sure you can tell but this took the better part of the day to complete.  I had my own issues to deal with.  Our mail scan showed where Dale’s Medicare had sent a letter saying that he needed to sign up for Part B.  If he had it last year, why does he have to sign up for it again?  I put it off to the side because one of the things we’ve learned, we can’t make toll free calls to the US from here and those are the only numbers given on the letters sent.  Once again, we’re wondering why our trip is so hard this time. 

On a sad note, we learned that the friends we’ve been trying to catch up with, Gerry and Nicky lost their cat.  Miss Priss has been ill for the last several weeks.  Today’s trip to the vet was her last.  We certainly empathize with what they are going through.  We still miss our dog, Lord Nelson.  Our thoughts and prayers are with them. 

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.30.282N
75.45.762W

Well, we moved the boat.  Listening to the weather this morning we started the debate over whether to move, or not to move.  There was a west wind component to the forecast and we knew that we were just this shy of not having enough room to swing through the compass.  So, to resolve the issue, we decided to give the anchor a tug in what would be the direction of a west wind.  At first it seemed to be fine, then Dale said to do it again as he thought it was the kellet holding us in place not the anchor.  Sure enough, it dragged and there wasn’t enough room to readjust with all of the new boats that had come in and anchored next to us.  We hoisted anchor and moved to just outside of the town where we would be more protected.  Its much shallower here but we have room to swing if needed. 

When we first approached, we saw What If, a sister ship to the Palace that we met at NAS Jax.  After anchoring, we said our hellos, loaned them our water jerry can (as their water maker is broken too) and then Dale took off to fill our dinghy gas tank as he didn’t want me crossing the channel to play Dominos on a ¼ tank and as long as we’re on this side of the channel, why not?  By the end of the day, they up anchored and moved south; never said why.  Maybe our reputation precedes us and they didn’t want to have any part of it!  Maybe they didn’t want to be down wind of me cooking.  Can’t be that, I haven’t set off the fire alarm once this trip!

By the time I would have left for Dominos, the clouds were gathering and the wind started to pick up.  I called the organizer and bailed as I had already been soaked to the skin once this week and really didn’t want to repeat the feeling.  Of course, as soon as I did, the weather decided to hold off until midnight. 

Why is it the worst weather always comes in at midnight?  Dale checked our weather source again about 5pm to see if there was any change in the update.  Nope!  The worst part will be after midnight and before dawn but it seemed to be less than what we heard this morning.  So another night of clinging to the bed or worse, staying up all night making sure all is right with the world. 

BTW:  Still no parts!

Monday, January 20, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

This morning started as they all do, listening to weather (lamenting the 3 day weather window missed that could have been used to transit to the Turks & Caicos).  Then listening to the net to catch up on what’s going on in the harbor.  Then breakfast before hopping in the dink and making our way across the channel to George Town.  Thank heavens it was calm and we arrived dry for our hike to BTC and topping up our minutes and data.  Then back to town where we picked up a couple of T-shirts commemorating the 40^th George Town Regatta (hopefully we won’t be here when it actually occurs) and running by the grocery store for a couple of items.  We fill a jerry can of water and then back to the boat.  We were even dry when we returned. 

Dale does 2 more trips to fill up the water jerry can and I start to put away the groceries.  Humm.  Now seems to be a good time to defrost the attack freezer.  There’s nothing like standing on your head for an hour to really put things in perspective.  Like glancing over and noticing that the gasket on the refrigerator side isn’t even touching the opposite seal.  Never noticed a problem with the refrigerator but I’ll mention it to Dale when he gets back. 

Once we finally do sit down, first on the list was checking the status of our remaining two shipments.  They seem to be stalled in Nassau.  Dale decided to give a call to the person he had talked with last week to follow up.  He called, was put on hold, and then cut off.  He called back and went through the tree again, only to be cut off again.  The third time’s a charm, right?  Not so fast!  He got a recording telling him that he had run out of money on his phone!  We were dumbfounded.  We had purchased a new plan just this morning, so what’s the problem?  Back in the dink and over to BTC again.  He tells me that he was able to speak with the young man that helped us this morning to explain the situation.  The young man, typed a few keys and said that Dale needed to put a dollar on the account.  Dale explained that he had just purchased the plan this morning.  That’s OK but he needed another dollar.  Dale reminds him that he’s been given 60 already.  He’s told that was for the plan, now he needs a dollar to activate it.  Dale gave him the dollar, checks to make sure he can make a call, and returned with steam starting to build.  There’s nothing like being in another country to make AT&T look good. 

However, when he does return, he makes his call and this time is finally able to speak with a human but not the one he spoke to last week.  Although this person is very friendly, she asks for the same documentation that we sent in last week, to be sent to her.  I send her a copy of the documentation with the email thread asking for it last week, the copy sent back, as well as the confirmation of its receipt.  We again receive a confirmation receipt of the documentation.  That’s it.  No ETA, sorry for the delay, nada!  The steam continues to build.

I show him the gap in the refrigerator door.  Ah Ha!  He can fix that.  A quick trip to his lair and he returns with a length of gasket to place along side the original and the problem is solved.  Plus, he’s in a better mood. 

Today’s activity on the beach was supposed to be not only informational but also a lesson on an easier way of tying a bowline knot.  We stepped outside into the cockpit to leave and saw sprinkles on the water.  We were in the process of debating whether to call it off when the organizer came on the radio and said that he had just checked the weather and it was going to clear up, so the talk was still on.  OK, we’re off.  Into the dink, find a place to beach it, tie it off and over to the picnic tables when it starts sprinkling again; the wind has shifted directions.  The decision was made to do the knot tying demonstration first and I’m just starting to get the hang of it when the skies open up.  Dale and I head into Chat N Chill for a couple of Cokes to wait it out.  45 minutes later, it lightens up enough to slog back to the dink and back to the boat.  However, I now know how to tie 3 knots.  A bowline, a clove hitch, and the good old fashioned girl scout square knot.  I’m good to go.  That clove hitch and square knot have gotten me through 30 years of sailing.  Now I know a new one, I’m good for another 15!

Tonight should be good sleeping.  Calm wind; calm seas; calm husband. 

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

Happy Birthday Kyle!  We love you and miss you. 

Today was a great day.  The word is out about Dale and after the net, he got a medical call. 

We went to “beach church” where we listened to a man who was racing in a California desert motorcycle race 3 years ago and ended up taking a bad fall, breaking his neck in several places, his back in several places and most of his ribs.  Not only did he live to tell about it, he appears to be completely healed although he says he’s ½” shorter than he used to be. He was a very dynamic speaker (although Dale whispered later that he didn’t realize that it was going to be a revival meeting today).  Lots of halleluiahs! throughout; but I’d probably being shouting from the rooftops as well if I had been that injured and came out of it on the other side as well as he did in just 3 years. 

After church, Dale was again sidelined with another medical question but I started speaking with a very nice Bahamian man who ended up being the guest speaker a couple of hours later about the history and culture of the Bahama islands.  Dale joined me a short time later and we talked probably an hour with the man about farming and horticulture in the islands, specifically here in Exuma.  In his talk later, we learned that he used to be the Minister of Agriculture here in the islands so I guess he does know a thing or two about it.  Very forthright and knowledgeable plus he was easy to talk with.  Next week his talk will be about “bush” medicine and he specifically asked Dale if he would be attending, as he thought he’d get a lot out of it.  Absolutely, we’ll be there.

We grabbed a bite to eat at Chat N Chill before the talk and then afterwards, played Mexican Train Dominos for the rest of the day making it back to the boat by 5pm.  So, it was a full day and one not spent on the boat.   

As we returned this evening, we noticed that there were several more boats new to the anchorage.  Right now, it appears to work but I cringe to think what will happen when the wind changes direction next week.  Dale and I turned on the chartplotter this morning to measure our distance to the beach to make sure we had enough clearance to swing; just barely.  We need 270, its 440 to the shallow area less than 10 feet.  We’re going to play it by ear for the time being, in that we have enough distance but if the wind picks up, we won’t have anywhere to go.   That will require a change in location at this point.  Then again, if the winds are predicted to change direction and pick up, everyone will be moving to the other side.  I believe I’ve mentioned this before.  It’s called the George Town Shuffle.  Wish us luck!

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W




What a night!  Dale and I elected to stand anchor watch again as the winds picked up as predicted and were blowing 25 kts. by 9pm with the radio periodically hailing those that were dragging.  Thankfully, we didn’t; although we did see 25-30 kts. sustained with gusts as high as 34 kts.    We also kept an eye on a large 75’ motor yacht to the side of us which apparently has a “boat sitter” that was dragging.  As it was moving slowly in a straight line and there was no one behind them, we decided not to wake the entire harbor at 2am by hailing them.  We noticed that by early afternoon, it had moved back closer to its original position. 

We caught up on our sleep mid-morning after the cruisers’ net and set about doing minor household chores in the early afternoon.  Dale thought he heard a dinghy approaching us but then called to me all excited as there was a sea plane landing in our anchorage.  By the time I got outside, there was a second one making its approach as well.  A couple of minutes later, 2 more seaplanes arrived.  The really exciting part was the space to the left of us was their landing zone, so we had an up close and personal view.  As my camera was put away, I was only able to grab shots of them with my cell phone.  Not bad, I’d say.  We can only surmise that they simply stopped in for lunch and then were on their way.  When they left, one “buzzed” the harbor a couple of time.  I was so excited, whoopin’ and hollerin’, I was barely able to catch the photos.  

Tonight, we watched another flyover as the ISS (International Space Station) passed over us.  When it was mentioned earlier on the net, I was afraid that we would have too much cloud cover to see anything but it was perfect!  We haven’t seen it in years and got a kick out of watching it again.  

This evening we learned that we are without internet again, so these posts will have to wait until Monday’s trip into town before we can upload them for everyone to see.  Depending upon the predicted direction of the wind, we may move to the town side of the channel for a short while as any west component to the wind will have us swinging in towards the beach and possibly too close.  We’ll have to see. 

Friday, January 17, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

Not a lot happened today.  The predicted weather is for 30-40 kt winds later tonight and settling to 25+ tomorrow, so Dale checked various lines adding chafe gear to some, shortening others cutting off the worn areas, then retying them.  In the afternoon, we dinked into the beach and played Mexican Train Dominos with Sue & Earl from My Bonnie and David & Terri from Sylvester.  Believe it or not, I won!  There was an ARG (alcohol research group) meeting on another beach at sundown but that’s when the winds are supposed to be picking up, so we declined. 

Other than that, we’re just waiting for the front to pass through.  Again. 

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

Anchorage in front of Chat N Chill

With the winds at a more respectable level, Dale dinked into town another 3 times topping off our water and getting gas for the dink.  $6.00/gal almost took our breath away. 

We followed that up by trying to track where our parts are in the Bahamas—not here, for sure.  

We debated whether to take the main sail out of the boom in preparation for its repair during this lull but decided against it as the wind is only supposed to be calm for today and half of tomorrow and Dale didn’t want to leave it on the deck during the high winds coming in later this weekend.  

Path to Atlantic Side

For lunch, we dinghied into what is referred to as Hurricane Hole “0” where we could tie our dinghy up to a dock and walk over to a beach bar called Peace and Plenty.  I think their burgers are decidedly better and they offer a variety of chips instead of French fries.  On our return, we spotted a path that led to the beach side of the island, so we tied the dink to a tree, threw out a stern anchor to keep us properly aligned and hiked to the other side. 

View looking South

The view was magnificent.  We found a seat at the top of the incline that we sat in for a short while watching the gorgeous colors of the Bahamian waters blend with those of the Atlantic.  There were even a few boats on the horizon making the best of the short weather window to travel.  

Coming back down the sandy hill was more of a controlled fall on my part, as the couple at the bottom said that I “exploded onto the scene.”  Well, at least I didn’t fall in a heap at their feet or bowl them over in an attempt to stay upright.  

View looking North with the 

Tinker in Chief

Upon our return, Dale attacked a sluggish drain in our head (bathroom) and had it fixed by simply removing the drain plug and pulling out the clog of hair and attached goo from the bottom of it.  After that, it worked great.  




Other than that, there’s a whole lot of nothin’ going on except boats moving on, including Loon (we never did see that slide being used.)   

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

Finally, the wind has dropped below 20 kts in what seems like forever!  Though, its only for a couple of days and then its back up to 25-35 kts when the next front rolls though.  So, there’s lots of movement in the harbor taking advantage of the lull to move somewhere else. 

Yesterday we dinked into Volleyball Beach and attended a talk about what went wrong for a first-time, single-handed sailor (although he had been a commercial fisherman) who lost his boat when he went on the rocks in the Flamingo Cays, southwest of here, followed by a question and answer period.  It was an interesting series of events that led up to the grounding and we did learn a couple of things we might want to adopt with our own procedures (like creating an abandon ship checklist to put with our bag and to make sure to take gloves and shoes).  The long and short of it, I felt really bad for the guy because it concentrated on all of the things he did wrong.  He was fortunate that another boat came to his rescue and the islanders were extremely gracious to him, giving him, food, shelter and clothing until he could make his way here. 

While there, I met a nice lady that I mistook for someone else but had the same name.  What are the chances of that?  Anyway, she was here on vacation with her extended family and we had a nice chat in spite of the fact I didn’t know who she was.  She was surprised that all of the people gathered were actually living on their boats and that we attended a “beach church.”

Today, Dale dinked across the channel 3 times to get water and I attended a “ladies’ luncheon”.  It was a great way to get to meet new people and learn a little about them.  The lady who organized it arranged a strategy to meet a new person and then you “interviewed” each other, learning name, boat name, how long you’d been sailing, where you were originally from, where you last lived and what you enjoyed about cruising.  I said “staying alive.” 

I also learned that there are basket weaving classes on the beach everyday at 2pm.  We’ve been here for how long and I’m just learning about this?  We’ve always said that George Town was summer camp for adults.   I want to learn how to weave baskets—particularly if we have to sit here another week!!  The only thing is, apparently you need a cork and we’re not wine drinkers.  There’s always U-Tube I suppose (to learn)--and the lady who hailed from New Orleans who lived to party (for the cork).

Guess that’s it for today. 

Monday, January 13, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

I know that its been a couple of days but thankfully, there’s nothing really to tell you that’s exciting.  Yesterday we attended “beach church.”  We both really did feel better afterwards and sat and spoke with a woman whose dinghy was swamped as they tried to cross the channel in these high winds.  Obviously, she and her husband were rescued immediately by another boat.   A reminder that regardless of what’s going on in your world, there’s always someone who has it worse than you. 

Since we had the dinghy in the water, we took a quick look at the side of our boat to survey for damage.  We’re scuffed but except for the broken stanchion and fiberglass backing plate, that’s all we can see.  Dale coated the break in the fiberglass with a rubberized sealant to keep the water out until we can find a place to repair it.  Interestingly, the man who was so determined to get all of our insurance information has yet to respond to our agent’s request for information. 

I signed up to attend a “ladies’ luncheon” this coming Wednesday just to get off the boat and hopefully the winds will die down to the predicted 17 kts. so that I won’t look like a drowned rat when I get there.  Relatively speaking, 17kts would be wonderful; at least quieter and less rolly. 

After weeks of being cooped up due to all of this wind, people in the anchorage are getting cabin fever or punch drunk these days and the strangest things are heard on the radio after dark.  Dale and I get a chuckle out of it but even he is getting tired of the constant howling wind.  Tonight we listened to people trying to alert others that their dinghy had broken loose and could they please catch it as it went by their boat.  After it was caught, it was relayed back that the second party had lost theirs the day before.  So its getting real sporty in the anchorage these days.

We did receive some semi-good news.  One of our parts and our mail has made it to Nassau.  Now it just a question of getting it to this island.  At least there’s some obvious movement in the right direction. 

Guess that’s it for today. 

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.167N
75.45.466W

I guess you’ve noticed that I haven’t written in the last couple of days.  Sometimes it takes a while to get back up on that horse that bucked you.

Wednesday night was one where you needed seatbelts for the bed due to the wind howling for all it was worth but we held fast and woke to where we had anchored ourselves for the past week; which is always a good thing.  Thursday, we had 25+ steady winds with gusts over 30 but we weren’t worried as we had already ridden out one frontal passage so the one we were presently going through hadn’t been a big concern, although Dale had added an additional 10’ to our anchor chain. 

He sat in the cockpit making sure all was well with the world but came in about 11am and sat at the salon table with me. He hadn’t been in more than a few minutes when there was a loud crash.  I looked out the salon window and saw a boat’s bow heading into us a second time.  We both jumped up and ran outside.  I asked the man on the boat what had happened but Dale had already sussed out that it was us!  Our anchor had dragged, or in our case, had completely let go with the strong winds, and we blew down on the other boat.  We had left our keys in the ignitions for just such an emergency, so I ran to start the engines and move away as Dale started bringing in our anchor.  However, our anchor chain caught theirs and actually rode all the way up to their bow.  Dale is yelling at me to stop drifting back and to come forward toward them but the man and his wife are yelling in German as we were too close to them to maneuver.  Somehow, between the two of them, they were able to detangle the anchor and we were able to back away.  We turned to go around them, and back to where we had been (or very close to it) and anchored again.  The man was dead set against that and announced to the entire harbor via the radio that we were once again over his anchor as he had 150’ out.  I’m pretty sure we were nowhere near that close but we hoisted anchor again and moved over some more and anchored again.  All of this in 25+ kts of wind with everybody and their brother watching.  Not fun. 

We hadn’t even turned off the engines when the man dinghied over and started by saying that with a big boat like ours, we’d better have insurance.  Dale asked him several times if everyone on his boat was ok.  Apparently, they were but he had a dent in his aluminum rub rail, another in his toe rail and a scratch in his gelcoat.  He kept saying that you couldn’t pound them out, that the whole thing had to be replaced.  Dale was so calm about the whole thing, I was livid.  He never asked if we were ok, complained that our anchor was too small, that we didn’t have enough chain out and we better have insurance.   I ended up calling our insurance company to file the claim immediately because the man demanded that we give him our entire policy and all of our boat documentation.  When I tried to explain that he didn’t need all of that to file a claim, he became extraordinarily rude demanding “you don’t tell me what I need, I tell you what I need”.  I became afraid that we wouldn’t be able to get him off our boat.  Once I had the insurance agent on the line, he seemed to calm down with assurances that they would contact him directly. 

We weren’t the only ones to drag, we heard at least 3 others were in the same predicament.  Interestingly, the next morning the cruisers net warned everyone that during the high winds, to please give boats a wide berth as the anchors are already stretched to their max and extra waves might dislodge them.  Later, one of the resorts radioed that their boat was having trim problems and wouldn’t be able to pick up its passengers.  Dale and I have gone over and over what might have happened as this has completely dashed our confidence in our anchoring skills, but how do you go from being well set for over a week in gale force winds to completely out--not dragging--completely out, in a manner of minutes! I know what I’m beginning to think.  During our crisis, we didn’t have time to look around at anyone else. 

For the next 2 days we sat anchor watch.  Every two hours for 48 hours, we took turns making sure we didn’t drag again.  Plus Dale added the kellet to our set up which keeps the anchor chain down right up to the boat.  Today, although we hadn’t budged, Dale wanted to move us again as he felt we were too close to another boat; if we dragged again, we wouldn’t have time to start and move before we’d be down on them as the winds are still in the mid-20 range.  I didn’t realize how scared I was of starting the engines and moving again until he said that.  Thus, the horse analogy.  In what I can only describe as a panic attack sensation, we hoisted anchor, moved up and little to the right and set again.  Once set and the bridle was attached, I backed down on it up to 2000 rpm on both engines; it didn’t budge.  Dale put the kellet on and we settled in to watch again.  Later, a 52’ Lagoon catamaran came inside the harbor and passed very close to our bow, I told Dale that if he hadn’t put that kellet on, they would have snagged us, as he was that close.  We haven’t moved all day, there’s no one near us (our choice, not theirs) and I think we might actually go to bed tonight instead of keeping watch. 

In the meantime, our psyches are damaged.  In 30 years of sailing, I don’t think we’ve ever felt this way before but we’re both licking our wounds and trying to work our way through it. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas
23.31.160N
75.45.475W

The wind picked up late last evening and by 3am I was up and taking note of where we were in relation to everyone else.  I was able to fall back to sleep a couple of hours later but by that time Dale was up and took over keeping an eye on the neighborhood.  The weather guru hadn’t changed his mind about things and everyone in the anchorage is preparing for the big 30-40 kt gusts expected to come in late tonight.  As fate couldn’t have it any other way, its due in between 2 and 3am. 

About 8:45am, we packed up our documentation, passports and cruising permit and dinked into town to get to Customs when they opened at 9am.  Crossing over the channel which is about 2 miles across, give or take, wasn’t too bad although the wind was already blowing a full 18 kts.  We checked for mail and deliveries, nope nothing yet, and continued on to the Customs office to have our visas extended to the full 90 days (we’ve already been here about a month).  We were the only ones there and were immediately asked that each of us fill out a form.  Except . . .  they didn’t have any writing instruments.  A few minutes later a couple of pens were found and we completed and returned the forms in another couple of minutes.  Then we sat.  And sat.  And sat.  An hour later, we were handed back our passports with the visas extended.  We kept our complaints until after we left the office.  We decided that the reason that they kept us waiting for so long, was because they could. 

Then came the ride back.  This time we were riding against the waves and although Dale did his very best to hit every one so that it completely drenched me to the bone, he missed a couple and I survived.  The foul weather gear I was wearing in anticipation of the return trip served only to funnel the water down my clothing until even my underwear was soaked.  In all fairness, Dale got wet too. 

The remainder of the day was spent checking our anchor tackle, taking down our flags so that they aren’t shredded to pieces and then killing time watching a couple of kite surfers off Loon show us how its actually done.  

This evening we watched Best Little Whore House in Texas.  I haven’t seen it in years and enjoyed it once again. 

Tonight Dale keeps checking the outside as we are not only pitching to and fro but rocking side to side.  Not fun and rather unexpected as we thought we’d be protected by the hills in front of us; apparently not.  Too late now, time to ride this puppy out!