We had a long day ahead of us, a
long sail – about 79 miles for today. To
accomplish that many miles we had to leave our anchorage at Rum Cay very early
this morning. I wasn’t sad about leaving
it, it didn’t offer a lot of protection from the ocean swell and we rocked and
rolled most of the night. Daniel was up
and dressed and in the cockpit – ready to go at 2:30. I, on the other hand, rolled out of bed and
grabbed a flashlight and headed for the bow of the boat. Since we anchored in about 9 to 10 feet of
water last night and the tide was down another foot or two this morning, I got
to take my flashlight and shine it on the water looking for coral heads and/or
rocks. Picture me, half asleep, in my
gown, on the bow of the boat. I saw no
reason to get dressed – it was just the fishes that were going to see me and I
had big plans to go back to bed. So I
was on “watch” for about 15 minutes while Daniel backtracked using the “cookie
crumb” trail on the chartplotter. After
we were well clear of the hazards, I threw a Coke Zero and some pop tarts at
Daniel and crawled back into our soft bed.
Daniel did an awesome job steering the boat and when I got up at sunrise,
I rewarded him with bacon and eggs (I’m not all bad).
Winds were favorable for us to
sail for about 4-1/2 hours, and motorsail the rest of the time. Ocean swells were about 6 feet and weren’t
bad at all. The wind during the middle
of the day kicked up some moderate wind waves, but they didn’t last long. We watched a squal sitting over Crooked
Island for a long time, but it never threatened us. All in all it was a perfect sailing day. Other than the cargo ships in the shipping
channel, we never saw any other boats until we reached the anchorage. We were pretty much the only 2 people in the
world for a whole day - but we finally pulled into beautiful Atwood Harbor on Ackins
Island. It is a remote location and
there were only 4 other boats staying here with us. There are no houses around and I didn’t see
anyone on shore. Really quiet place,
tonight.
"cookie crumb trail on the chartplotter"? "kicked up some moderate wind waves"?? "a squal sitting over Crooked Island"??? "motorsail"???? Oh my goodness, look at those nav phrases! My mom has turned into quite the sailor!!! If you show up in South America with an anchor tattoo on your forearm, you're grounded!
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