Month: December 2012
December 25 – December 31. We are in Rock Sound, Eleuthera. On Christmas day we left our anchorage off the western coast of Current Island in Eleuthera and headed east as the sun, blazing orange, was just sitting on the…
December 23 – 24. On December 23 we sailed from Marsh Harbor to Lynyard Cay where we spent the night before our jump to Eleuthera. Lynyard Cay is the southern most inlet to the Sea of Abaco and is a…
Jupiter appears first in the eastern night sky. It’s so clear, strong, and bright one has time to imagine seeing all those moons and the huge red storm moving across its gaseous surface before anything else appears. Then, slowly, the…
December 18 Snake Cay was my idea. Once we replaced our main sail with our spare main, we needed to be able to fold and store the old sail. A main sail is a rather large thing and folding it…
We are counting down the hours to our new favorite day of the year. In two short rotations of the earth it will be here, marking an end to the excessive darkness and the beginning of happier brighter days. No,…
When we last heard from the crew of Blue Wing, they were creeping toward Marsh Harbor to find the parts needed to attach half of their sail back to the mast… “Pistachios? Oh yes, we’ll take those” said Judy. That…
December 4 through December 11 It’s nice to leave one place and arrive at another with enough time to explore. After days of steady travel we were able to go ashore for a little R&R at Powell Cay. Last Tuesday…
Besides developing new relationships with cats, traveling around visiting friends and family in their various habitats, and pining away over the meaning of “home,†we spent our season on the dirt like so many other sailors do, spending money on…
“Duwan, we have a problem. Do you feel good enough to steer for a bit? The mainsail is coming off the mast.” It was about midnight. The wind was blowing over 20 mph, and our boat was bucking like a…
Several years ago I learned that Doc Watson’s family was so poor his father used cat hides to stretch over the heads of banjos. My first thought was ‘Gosh, there IS some use for cats’. But after house-sitting this summer…
