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!