Posted by: nicawaters | September 6, 2010

Reentry, with speedbumps

September 6, 2010

Charlottesville, Virginia

I sit here, listening to some bird or another.  The morning is cool and perfectly clear, sun dappling the backyard through the still-full trees.  My coffee, a present from cruising friends in Guatemala, is warm and full of flavors of cruising and friendship.  The rest of the house is asleep.  I miss cruising with a pang and an ache, even though I love my washing machine and large kitchen counters.

People constantly ask me what I will be doing this year.  Depending on my mood, I have different answers.  The flip one is, “Clipping coupons and scrubbing toilets.”  Not that that would be bad, mind you, but I hate scrubbing things other than potatoes, and my scissor skills were found lacking even in kindergarten.

My next answer is the philosophical one. “I have been given the opportunity to redefine myself.”  Okay, but since I never really knew what my definition of myself was beforehand, redefining is a little tricky.

The kids have requested that I continue to make all our bread.  Consider it done.  But I can’t do that all day long; we’d never fit back on Calypso.

So I think what I will do, besides searching endlessly for that money tree, is take the time to care well for my family, write a bunch, substitute teach, and see if anyone out there wants a personal chef.

Reentry has me alternately in tears and resigned.  The freedom we have when we are aboard the boat, living the life of cruisers, is incomparable.  Truly, cruising is what our lives were destined for, even with those little hiccups of missing friends and family.  Then I see how happy the kids are back on land with their buddies and their SPACE and their stuff . . . but then they clamor, asking when we are heading off again.  Apparently they think they could ditch it all and live in our snug home once again.

Theresa, on Daphne, put it well in a blog post this morning – she has not swallowed the anchor, she is merely taking the time to prepare for the next voyage.  I think I will borrow that one and take it to heart.

There.  I know what I am doing.  Getting ready for our next cruise!

Posted by: nicawaters | June 12, 2010

Jeremy home, safe and sound

June 11, 2010

Charlottesville, VA

Jeremy arrived here safe and sound last Monday afternoon, driving a van absolutely chock full of boat things.  We have spent the week sorting and pitching, organizing and storing.  Tomorrow we head back to Calypso to empty more stuff (primarily the conch shells and metal fishing floats that are under the forward bunk).

My parents are here from Vermont, here to witness Julian’s promotion ceremony from elementary school.  We have also pressed them into work, as Jeremy and my dad spent the entire day cutting brush, hauling it to the dump, and returning to do it all again.  The chain saw, loppers, electric trimmers, and good old fashioned elbow grease came into play.  The grounds haven’t looked this good in a long time.  Mom and I spent a couple of sweaty hours this morning pulling poison ivy, raking cuttings, and generally trying to help out.

I’ll have Jeremy post pictures from the last couple of weeks, and I may post occasionally.  But this may well be the end of the blogging for Calypso – at least until our Nova Scotia trip next summer with Osprey!

Posted by: nicawaters | June 6, 2010

Jeremy in Virginia

June 5

Charlottesville, VA

Last email from Jeremy has him locked out of the Deep Creek lock in the Dismal Swamp as of about 3:30 this afternoon.  He should be in Norfolk tonight.  Welcome back to Virginia!

Life continues apace here, with at least some time to enjoy life too.  We went to the Farmers Market this morning, and even though the crowds were a bit much we thoroughly soaked up the fresh food and eagerness of the sellers.  Prizes included ground beef and shitake mushrooms, plus some radishes and spring onions – all grown within 30 miles of here.  We also found a lovely woman who makes jewelry, and we might just have to take some sea glass to have her make a necklace or something.

Pictures will be coming soon . . .

Posted by: nicawaters | June 2, 2010

Jeremy update, and “returning”

June 2, 2010

Charlottesville, VA

From my own living room!  On the home front, I am getting things organized (slowly).  4 out of 5 pets are home, the internet was hooked up this morning, and just about everything is out of the apartment where we were last summer.  (The barn over there is a different story, but I am working to get everything put away here before introducing more stuff back into our lives.)

Jeremy is (hopefully) somewhere off the coast of North Carolina, where he was hoping to go out Masonboro Inlet this morning and then back in at Beaufort before sunset tonight.  The run is 67 miles; anyone with weather influence please send him just the right amount of wind from the right direction. (15 knots from the southwest would be perfect, thanks.)  He’s making good speed up the East Coast.

Kids are back at school today, and both are going home with friends for play time this afternoon.

The trip is beginning to feel a bit surreal.  I find myself wondering if we really pulled it off (I know we did, really I do) and how it all could possibly have gone so fast.  I need to slow down, to recapture the wonder and sense of time importance that we had in such clear abundance.  The best times to do that, right now, seem to be in conversations with Osprey, as they are a very real link to that world that at times seems to be the only real one.

Posted by: nicawaters | May 30, 2010

Jeremy progress report

May 29

Charlottesville, VA

Email report from Jeremy yesterday afternoon had him just offshore of Savannah, planning to go in at Charleston today and then up the ICW until he came to a good stopping point, maybe at Winyah Bay or near Georgetown, SC.

On Friday morning he went outside (to the Atlantic) at Ponce Inlet,  north of Canaveral, and has so far had a relatively easy singlehanded trip north.  I have no idea as to whether or not he will continue hopping offshore.

Will report more when I hear more!

Oh, more pictures will be posted when Jeremy comes home – all the pics are on his computer.

Posted by: nicawaters | May 27, 2010

Whirlwind – stop the calendar, I want to go BACKWARDS

May 26, 2010

In a hotel room near Brunswick, Georgia

Spin spin spin.  The whirlwind ejected 4 dazed cruisers and one still-working boat onto the Florida shores.  Where did the last 8 months go?

Two weeks ago we were in the Exumas, sharing a dinner with buddies on O’Hana, exploring the dinghy creeks at Shroud Cay and eyeballing beaches.  One week ago, we were in the Abacos, anchored by ourselves at Bakers Bay and finding incredible shells at the spoil island created when a cruise ship company created a passage for one of their behemoths.  Today, I am in a hotel room with the kids, our rental car stuffed to the gills with boat treasures.  Jeremy is at Marc’s dock, cleaning up the boat and getting ready to singlehand up the East Coast.

Whew.

We had a fast passage across the Banks and across the Stream to Canaveral last Saturday night, averaging 6.6 knots before we entered the Gulf Stream.  The weather picture looked grim if we had delayed even for a day – we could well have been unable to get across for at least another week.  So we cut our time short a couple of days and had an uneventful, if lumpy at times, crossing.  We crossed on May 22 – we had done the reverse exactly 6 months before, crossing to the Bahamas on November 22.

Entering Florida was relatively easy.  Our course northward had 4 cruise ships converging on our track between 1 and 3 am, which was, umm, interesting.  The steady stream of small boats heading out of the inlet, bound for Atlantic fishing, reminded us that it was Sunday.  Dolphins and manatees played near our bow.  By 1 pm we were once again tied up at Marc and Colleen’s, our first dock since the Turks and Caicos sometime in March.

My first culture shock?  Marc very generously loaned me his truck to go grocery shopping.  The truck is as big as Calypso (ok, small exaggeration), only with more freeboard.  Driving was a shock – which side do I drive on?  The last time I was behind the wheel of a vehicle, it was a golf cart and in the Bahamas, you drive on the left.  40 mph?  How do I possibly go that fast?  My world has been at 5 knots for a long, long time.  The grocery store defies mention.  It took me 10 minutes to decide on which kind of boneless chicken breasts to buy.  I mean, in the Exumas, if you see any boneless chicken breasts that are not freezer-burned, you are in luck.

The kids will be back in school on Friday, I will be frantically (or methodically, depending on my state of mind) getting the house back in shape, and Jeremy has about 3 weeks of solitude as he drones his way up the East Coast.

So should we sell the house and keep going?  Settle down to a “normal” existence of school and work and soccer and sailing?  Find a great place to live near the water and move there and pick up #2?

Whatever our long-term decision, our challenge and priority will be keeping the simplicity and wonder we found this year.

Maybe I should seed the backyard with shells and sea beans, and take us all for strolls to find them every now and then.

Update, May 26

Charlottesville Public Library, while the kids search for books to read.

We arrived at the house at 6:30 last night, dazed and discombobulated.  A friend passed by in her van and waved as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  After organizing rooms, checking on favorite things, grocery shopping, and making beds, we crashed at about 10 pm.  Today has been filled with errands, a task that will not end any time soon.

So, to all Charlottesville friends, we are indeed back.  Call me on my cell, if you wish to talk!

Posted by: nicawaters | May 12, 2010

And the race north really begins . . .

May 10, 2010

Warderick Wells (Exuma Cays Land and Sea Park)

After Regatta, we zipped down to the Jumentos Cays for a final week of solitude in the Jumentos Cays.  As advertised, it was pretty remote and beautiful; NOT as advertised there were absolutely no shells.  Oh well.  We had fun exploring almost every beach we could see (at least 35 of them, if not more) and spending most nights as the only boat in the anchorage.

After 2 days at Double Breasted Cays, the furthest point south we hit in the Jumentos (we decided not to go to Duncan Town, the settlement on Ragged, about 8 miles south of Double Breasted), we began our run north.  From Water Cay to Williams Bay, then to Black Point (last laundry in the Exumas!), then to Warderick Wells – we are moving fast.  From here we will hop to a couple of places in the Exumas before leaping across to Eleuthera, then sailing hard to Great Abaco.  We should be in Abaco by the end of the week, and in Florida in 2 weeks.  Whew.

I am definitely having mixed feelings about the return.  I am looking forward to an ease of existence (what a strange term) in being able to grocery shop and do laundry pretty much at will.  I chafed hard at spending over $11 on 2 oranges, 3 tomatoes, and 1 pepper the other day – none of which looked all that great.  On the other hand, the pace of our life has been an incredible treat.  I wake up at 6:25 to get weather, spend the day doing school, making bread or other goodies for eating, snorkeling or beachwalking, reading, writing, and hanging out with the people I love best in the world.  Bedtime is 8:30 or thereabouts.  Why am I excited about returning to a world governed by alarm clocks and other people’s demands?  What is so special about being able to buy chicken when I want it, or feta cheese?  I don’t know, but right now it seems pretty special to me.  I guess it is what you don’t have that is enticing.

Some pictures to share – and I guess it is possible this may be the last batch posted from the Bahamas.  That is a concept I cannot right now wrap my head around.

Flamingo Cay, Jumentos:
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Nurse Cay, Jumentos:
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Loggerhead/Double-Breasted Cays, Jumentos:
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Johnson Cay, Jumentos:
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Williams Bay, Lee Stocking, Exumas:
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Hog Cay/Warderick Wells – Southern Anchorage, Exumas:
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Warderick Wells – Northern Anchorage:
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Mahi-Mahi-Arama!

As we’ve been making our way north, the mahi have been running in the warmer waters, and the fishing has been good.  In a period of 3 days, we had 9 hits and landed 4.  These fish put on a good show when hooked, and using just hand lines, it’s a bit of a battle to get them on deck.

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Posted by: nicawaters | April 26, 2010

Pictures – Little Inagua through Georgetown

DSC_1126 Approaching Little Inagua – wing-on-wing with the genoa poled out
DSC_1118 Mahi caught on the way to Little Inagua from Turks & Caicos.  This guy hopped off the deck after the first gaffing… but we got him on the second try.
DSC_1133 Calypso at anchor in Little Inagua
DSC_1158 Underway to Hogsty from Little Inagua.  Sailing wing-on-wing with genoa poled out – and occasionally surfing.
DSC_1169 NW Cay at Hogsty, with stone beacon, and light (works!).  The cay is tiny… just a couple hundred yards long. Not much protection to anchor here.
DSC_1197 Wrecked liberty ship at Hogsty Reef
DSC_1198 Wrecked small freight boat “Lady Eagle” at Hogsty Reef.
DSC_1209 Beachcombing on SW Cay ay Hogsty, with Lady Eagle in the background.  Amazing shelling here.
DSC_1230 Castle Island, with lighthouse (works!), wrecked coastal freighter (definitely does not work), and Calypso (still working, for now).  Neat spot – but need calm weather to stay here.
DSC_1250 Delectable Bay, bight of Acklins.  Pretty desolate and rocky.
DSC_1261 Albert Town, Long Cay, Crooked
DSC_1330 French Wells, Crooked
DSC_1351 Bird Rock lighthouse, Crooked (works!)
DSC_1354 Mahi caught on the way from Crooked to Long Island
DSC_1387 Dean’s Blue Hole, Long Island.  The world free dive championships were being held there.  The hole goes down to 660 ft.  The free divers reach 300+ ft.
DSC_1406 Gordons, Long Island.  Wrecked Bahamian fishing smack.
DSC_1417 Calypso anchored in Dollar Harbour, Long Island.
DSC_1436 The beach at Conch Cay, Dollar Harbour.
DSC_1454 Pigeon Cay, Great Exuma.
DSC_1495 Family Island Regatta – Class B sloop.
DSC_1503 Family Island Regatta – B Class sloop.
DSC_1507 Family Island Regatta – Class B sloop.

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Family Island Regatta – Class A sloop “Anna Nicole”.  Jeremy crewed with these guys on Friday and Sat.  Not a very competitive boat, but you can only get so serious on a big pink boat reportedly previously owned by Anna Nicole Smith…
Posted by: nicawaters | April 26, 2010

Crooked Island & Long Island

The Bight (Crooked/Acklins) – Thu Apr 15

Having overdosed on Delectable Bay, we headed out across the bight headed to Long Cay – this in the face of 20-25 kt NE winds with no prospect of good anchorage at Long Cay.  We ended up snugging up as far as our draft would allow us in the NW corner of the bight.  Several miles from Long Cay (to leeward) and with a couple miles of fetch over shallow bank water to windward – essentially the middle of nowhere.  It was a bumpy night – but nothing notably horrendous.  Overall, cruising the bight is nothing I’d highly recommend to fellow sailors.  The scenery is relatively bland and it is stunningly desolate – not an experience I will do again.

Long Cay (Crooked/Acklins) – Fri Apr 16

After our night on the banks of the bight, we headed down to the eastern shore of Long Cay.  The forecast was NE 20 – so we knew this was going to become an uncomfortable anchorage once the nighttime bubble burned off.  So we got there early, anchored the boat, and headed ashore.  The only settlement, Albert Town, is tiny at 30 souls.  It’s located on the western shore, so you have to hoof it for the mile track over the island.  Along the way, there are old salt ponds with pink flamingos.  The settlement itself is large given the population – a testament to better, more populous times.  In better times, a hundred years ago, 2,000 people used to live here; working the salt pans, harvesting sea sponges, and servicing the the trading ships that used to stop here as a favored port of call.  Many ruins remain as a testament of those better times, including a huge church and a prison compound (odd combination of ruins).  Despite today’s small population, the cay sports a Batelco office, school, and power station.  The western shore waterfront and beach are spectacular, but the reef-strewn anchorage looks downright dangerous (all the guides advise against it).

French Wells (Crooked) – Fri Apr 16

After our pitstop at Long Cay, we headed out the bight around the southern tip of Long Cay and up to the the western shore of Crooked Island.  We intended to anchor just north of the entrance to French Wells along a beach where the chart assured us we would find 12′ close to shore.  Well, I’m sure there may be 12′ close to shore in there – IF you can find your way through the maze of patch reefs that are not shown on the chart!  Ahh – good ‘ol eyeball navigation to the rescue.  We weaved our way along the reefs until they were thin enough for anchoring comfort… a few miles north of the French Wells entrance.  This turned out to be a nice anchorage.  In the morning we headed off to French Wells in the dink.  The scenery in there is spectacular.  If I’d brought more gas, I would have headed up Turtle Sound.  Instead we walked the immaculate beach north of the French Wells cut.  This is definitely a nice spot.

Landrail Point (Crooked) – Sat Apr 17

After exploring French Wells, we headed up to Landrail Point.  Here we engaged in  true drive-by cruising.  In one afternoon, we visited the settlement, and toured Gun Bluff and the Bird Rock lighthouse.  It’s a nice settlement – notably clean and well kept.  But everything was closed, as this is a community of Seventh Day Adventists, which we discovered means they observe the Sabbath from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday.  So while we were able to ogle a few veggies through the grocery store window, we were unable to partake.  While the chart indicates Gun Bluff is the site of fort ruins, we only found a private residence – nice views to be sure, but no ruins.  Bird Rock lighthouse is dramatically situated on the northern-most rock of the Crooked/Acklins chain and services the important Crooked Island Passage.  It’s an impressive tower situated among the ruins of the old crew quarters and such (it’s all automated now).  Nica was not permitting a landing, despite protests… next time.  Looks like the door to the tower was unlocked and open though! Tempting.  There are ruins of "Marine Farm", an old British plantation and military outpost.  There are reportedly several canons to be seen there, but none of the guides pinpoint the location.  I suspect it’s on the high ground east of the salt pond.  Maybe we’ll find it next time.

Little Harbour (Long Island) – Sun Apr 18

The following morning we headed across the Crooked Island Passage to Long Island.  We headed to Little Harbour, an anchorage on the southeastern coast.  This is the windward coast of Long Island, exposed to Atlantic swells and such.  The entrance to the harbour is through a shallow cut with reefs on either side – and there was an Atlantic ground swell running… So this was a relatively lively lanfall.  Nica could not watch…  The harbour itself offers surprisingly good protection from the Atlantic surge.  It’s also surprisingly big.  We were the only boat – with a couple wrecks to keep us company.  Once, "Southern Waters" was a commercial fishing boat from Andros – it’s now stranded on the beach at the south end of the harbour.  The other wreck is a small (maybe 25′) canoe stern sailboat hailing from Boston (no name on the hull).  The hull is overturned (keel up) on the rocks next to the entrance.  Maybe he got rolled on the reef on the way in.  The decks are missing and pieces of the mast are strewn around the shoreline.  Potent reminder that "bad things" can happen.

Clarence Town (Long Island) – Mon Apr 19

From Little Harbour, we could either continue north up the eastern shore of Long Island to Georgetown Exuma, via Clarence Town and Conception, or head south around the southern tip of Long Island to get to Georgetown via Gordons, Dollar Harbour, and Hog Cay Cut.  The weather forecast suggested favorable conditions for the northerly route, so we headed up to Clarence Town.  Clarence Town is site of the Flying Fish Marina, and the town has some (meager) reprovisioning.  The marina seems to be doing well.  It has fairly new bulkheads and the grounds are well kept.  A few sport-fish boats seem to be based here.  We took the opportunity to do laundry and fuel up.  The settlement is clean and well kept – but sparse on facilities.  One of the two grocery stores has closed and the propane depot is gone.

Gordons (Long Island) – Tue Apr 20

Unfortunately during our stay at Clarence Town the weather Gods dealt us a bum hand.  The wind clocked much faster than originally forecast, cutting off the option of a leisurely run up to Conception.  We’d expected this to be a broad reach in the lee of Long Island.  Instead, the updated forecast dealt us north winds… so we turned tail and headed back south – backtracking to Little Harbour and onward around the southern tip of Long Island to Gordons.   To our surprise, as we rounded Cape Verde, the NE winds we had been running with all day long switched to NW on the western shore of Long Island – making Gordons a lee shore… This must be a localized phenomena, caused by thermals over land.  We anchored anyway, figuring the wind would settle back to NE in the evening – and it did.  The beach at Gordons is pretty, but the shelling is not all that great.  There was a marooned Bahamian fishing smack in the mouth to Ford’s Creek which made a good photo subject – I’ll post pictures when I have bandwidth.

Dollar Harbour (Long Island) – Wed Apr 21

This place is just spectacular.  It’s like Joe Sound on steroids.  Meandering tidal creeks extend for miles into the sand flats, which dry at low tide.  We anchored in an area called the "Snakes".  We went walking on the southern beach at Conch Cay.  It’s a dud of a beach for beach combing (hardly any shells or flotsam at all), but the sand is exceptionally fine and the gentle slope of the beach makes for pleasant wading.  From here we headed up through Hog Cay Cut to Georgetown – to catch the last couple days of the Family Island Regatta.

Posted by: nicawaters | April 25, 2010

Northbound, with glitches

April 25, 2010

George Town, Exuma, anchored under the monument

Back in George Town, this time for a couple of days rather than the week we were before, this time for the Family Island Regatta rather than the Cruisers Regatta.  There are still chaotic numbers of masts when approaching the harbor, still an amazing number of cruising boats (many of whom have not really moved since we were last here).

The scene this time, though, is very Bahamian.  Bandwidth in George Town on the internet doesn’t allow for much in terms of pictures, unfortunately, because Jeremy has caught some spectacular scenes with the camera.  Picture an entire festival based around old-style work boats and the racing thereof.  Boats have come from all over the out islands, from Cat Island and Staniel Cay, from Ragged Island and Long Island, from Mayaguana and Crooked Island.  I am sure I have missed many, many spots.  These boats, racing in either C, B, or A class, depending on size, are wooden, mostly homebuilt, and sport incredible arrays of canvas.  The boom on all boats overhangs the transom by a good 6 feet.  Tacking (or even going downwind, sometimes) means the pile of people out on prys (long boards that are on the windward side, to provide “hiking out” areas to level the boats) have to time their scramble inboard, the hoof of the pry across the boat, and the scramble back out on the new windward side.  These boats are ballasted – if one goes down, it goes down (and we saw one go down!  Jeremy helped with the re”floating” of it, though a serious bilge pump will be needed to get it really floating.)  The starts of these races is different as well, as all boats start at anchor, with sails down.  The warning gun is a minute before the start, and the trick is timing the anchor lifting with the sail hoisting and the start gun!  Jeremy was lucky enough to be able to race on one of the A-class boats, the biggest class of boats racing.

The scene on the water, other than the racing, is incredible as well, as there are hundreds of dinghies and fast motor boats watching the races.  These spectator boats, some driven by people who might have had a little too much to drink, race all over the course, following their favorites, throwing huge wakes and sometimes getting in the way of the racers.  Going across the harbor during a race is an exercise in vigilance!

Ashore, too, is a special form of chaos.  All along the government dock, normally a staid and placid area, shacks selling food and drink and drink and drink have sprouted.  You can no longer get from the beach to the dumpster, and earplugs are recommended as you weave along the multiple-speaker boomboxes that line the dock.  Regatta Park is filled with booths selling all kinds of stuff, plus 2 large moon bounces for the kids.  Kids are swarming, eating candy apples and other sweets, playing hard.  Bahamians have come from all over, from Nassau and Long Island and Williamstown (south of GT) and they stay for the week, many of them repeat visitors.

So we are exhausted from our 2 days here, filled with fresh veggies and propane, clean laundry and memories.  From here we buck into the wind to head south to the Jumentos for about a week, and then we head north for real. 

We hope to be able to post pictures (we have LOTS to share!) before we leave the Exumas.  Enjoy spring!

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