The Adventures of the Fort Myers' Gypsy
January 26, 2013
So, last time I wrote I had writer's block. It was a pitiful update. Promise this one more interesting.
Question: How do you make 6 hours 12. What is : A sail into the wind. We ran hard........no pictures because no one left the cockpit. Way too dangerous. 12 footers and on the nose (eyes, ears, over my head and everywhere else). last 13 miles pure hell trying to reach Chub Cay (with no where else to go but onward )before dark because it is difficult to find in the dark if not impossible with nowhere to anchor out of the slop. We made it just at dark.
From there we headed to Nassau. As we headed south to the Exumas out of Nassau harbor with a whole day of sailing to think about the past 2 weeks there I had many flashes of what I had seen there. With the very upscale Paradise Island to the left and just a hop over the bridge to the much lesser fortunate (but maybe richer indeed) Nassau Island both connected by the turquoise water a Ray leaped out of the water and belly-flopped as if to wave goodbye.
As we sailed away I thought about the women whose existence revolved around a small patch of cheap goods for sale made in China in the straw market. (I thought my old job was lousy looking at the computer for 8 hours a day) or the fishermen with boats too broken down to describe, who go out for conch and lobster every day - catching them by hand (spear not nets or fishing poles).
I thought about the people I saw on Sunday all dressed to the nines for church. I thought about the pastel-colored houses. I remembered the taste of the fresh fish. I wondered if my daughter thought I was crazy for just picking up and leaving on this great adventure. I thought about the families I saw cruising and how well behaved their children were. I wondered if any of my grandchildren have inherited the "gypsy spirit". Who will be the travelers and who will be the home-bodies. I tried to really drink in the beauty of the crystal water, bluest of skies and whitest of clouds. I tied to burn the images in my mind for when the adventure is over I can visit again and again. I tried to remind myself that this adventure was a true gift and I'm glad to have received it.
Every day has been some kind of learning experience. Flying fish, GPS way point loading, sail trim, conch cleaning, fish filleting, anchoring and re-anchoring and re-anchoring. Okay, enough with the anchoring. We lost an anchor and then by accident (and total luck) caught it and captured it back with the second one we dropped. I just remembered as I am typing the day we discovered the baby octopus (maybe 10 inches long) and I touched it It stuck itself right to me and I squealed like a pig. Gosh that was gross!!!!! Piles of sea urchins and a large red starfish rounded out that days' lesson.
No camera as we were exploring and it was a wet trip so no pics to post. I'm thinking about no pedicures, manicures or dye jobs and how I don't even miss them. I'd stay gray to stay longer any day. I bet for sure some thought Miss Diva could not survive and thrive in such a small space - pace it out in your living room. I am also amazed at this vessel, how 13k pounds FLOATS and slides through the water with such grace.
Captain Kathy and Captain Sunny Bob