March 15: We are now in Spanish Cay, in a well-protected marina in the Abacos. We crossed the Little Bahama Bank, anchoring overnighting at Sale Cay (yes, that is spelled right). It is 90 miles from Grand Bahama Island to Spanish Cay, two long days either under sail or motor for a sailboat.
I admit, the first day was boring. Winds were on the nose, so no sailing. Seas were choppy so while not uncomfortable, it wasn’t great either. We were alone, didn’t even see another boat until we got to Sale Cay for the night. We both wondered if we really wanted to continue to do this. There was jot no sparkle. Now, we knew we had a good night ahead of us. This is a very protected anchorage-from North or East winds and before we left Old Bahama Bay Marina, I bought fresh lobster from the Bahamian diver, Platinum. (Yes, that really is his name!). He twisted off the tails, cleaned them and threw in an extra, so we had 4 lobster tails which we broiled on the boat.
So after dropping anchor-we were one of 12 boats in the anchorage, we ate lobster with drawn butter and lemon, rice and caesar salad. Oh, and wine of course. Red like always. We watched another beautiful sunset and called it a day.
Now, I’d like to tell you it went this way all day. But, no. The wind changed, our course changed and the weather changed. We had two rain squalls and one just before we were to dock at the marina. Now that adds some tension since we had poor visibility. Our glasses were useless and we had taken them off. We had never been in this marina before and we had to find the passage through the breakwater. Even with foul-weather jackets, we were soaked. Fortunately it is not cold. This was a day that we felt like sailors and had a real sense of accomplishment when we were finally tied up.
I forgot to mention two other problems with this passage. Add the navigating. Ed had entered all the waypoints on the chart plotter before we left Old Bahama Bay but this passage was more intricate and one of us had to be at the helm all day-sun, wind or rain. This was not like the first day when we only had a shallow intricate passage through Indian Channel for a few miles then nothing but point in the right direction.
Then there was a second problem, the bilge pump came on-meaning we were taking on water somewhere. Since we had a leak with the acqualift muffler on the last trip and repaired it with JB Weld, we suspected we had sprung another leak. No need to turn around, but something we would have to repair once we got in. We (make that Ed) is now convinced that when he showered, water had gotten into the bilge. At least the bilge pump is no longer on and we are still afloat.
We have to make a plan, but somehow it doesn’t seem very important right now. Ed’s smoking a Cuban cigar and the sun is shining. We will see what happens next.
From the Abacos,
Jan and Ed