The Bahamas experienced strong winds and some heavy rains this week, just for a day or two. Our friends in Georgetown, in the Exumas, had a much rougher go of it (gusts over 50 knots with a reported 100+ knots by Chris Parker in Spanish Wells) than we did in protected Hope Town. We are just glad to hear that our boat buddies are all ok and survived the ordeal, and with humor.
It was “blowing a houlie” here as our Brit sailing friend, Sue, on san cles says (I love that phrase although I have no idea what a “houlie” is) We saw constant mid 20s with gusts in the 30s, in the protected harbor. There was a moored boat here in the harbor that dragged and hit two other boats, so we heard.
The rains, they came a pourin’ down. Al had removed the sunshade (aka water collection tarp) because of those high winds, but then decided to put it back up. Free water, you know? Our tanks were half full after 5 weeks in the Bahamas so we still had about 125 gallons left.
We were stuck on our boats for two days, unless you had a desperate reason to go to shore (like a dog to walk) or couldn’t take any more “together time” in small quarters. We did fine, but by evening, we braved the elements just for a change in companionship. One night we went to Cutting Class for dinner, and on the second evening, Sam and Kayda joined us for my leftover “deconstructed lasagna.” Good friends don’t mind leftovers. 😉
The next morning was a different and much improved weather story – sunny and no humidity. A great day for a bike ride – get some exercise and take a look at the ocean side of things. We biked south to Abaco Inn and Sea Spray Marina. I took many photos of the ocean waves from there, which were big and rough. No boats would be going through any cuts today. The Whale, Man O War, Tiloo, North Cut were all declared to be unsafe for passage by the Cruisers’ Net. Somehow the photos don’t show the power and majesty of the ocean’s waves. And the sound!
My favorite photos are closer looks at the “curls”. These pics are zoomed in.
We never made it to PapaNasty’s barbecue on our first trip. When we heard he was closing up and returning to the states in January, a group of us made a trip out to it before Christmas. Yum. Yum. While we were biking down that way, why not stop one more time for another barbecue?