When the weather is cooperating, which is rare lately, we are on the move quite often. If you follow our tracker you will see that Selah moves around every few days or so.
Part of this is our wanderlust; it drives us to always wonder about the next place. The other part is just simply part of the journey. If we don’t move we will never get anywhere. Pretty profound, right?
The Bahamas being what they are means that we can move a few hours each day and arrive at a new quaint little place with a perfect beach, a new road to run on, and of course a new bar for Happy Hour. This morning we pulled up anchor around 8:30am and headed south. We have been in a part of the Bahamas called the “Abacos” since we arrived. We have enjoyed it so much and I think we have rung every ounce of fun out of these tiny islands. And it is time to move on.
The first step in any move is to wait. Yeah, it makes no sense unless you live on a boat. We decided last Saturday to move on. We will be waiting until this Saturday to actually move. Weather dictates our life 110%, so the weather says Saturday we can go – so we wait til Saturday. In the meantime we did what the old salts call “staging.” We pulled into Little Harbour today to “stage” for our jump further down the Bahamas chain to a region known as the Exumas. (Staging just means pulling into a safe spot that gives you good access to the big water so you can be ready to go as soon as the weather turns.)
Little Harbour is exactly that, a little harbour at the very bottom tip of Great Abaco Island – the big land mass we have been traveling up and down the past few weeks. We pulled in Green Turtle Cay on the top tip of the island back in mid-December and will depart this weekend from the bottom of the island.
It is hard to give you a good flavor of the kinds of characters we meet, simply because a blog post will not do them justice. But the vast array of characters we met in the first 30 minutes of being here deserve a mention.
**Breena and Spencer on a little 25 foot boat called Hedgehog. They are a young couple, so of course we beelined the dinghy over to their boat the minute we spotted their non-gray hair in our binoculars. This is their 6th season in the Bahamas and both work in the construction industry in Alaska during the warm months of the year. Fun fact: they travel without a fridge/freezer. I can’t for the life of me figure out what they eat. We were instantly invited on a snorkeling adventure tomorrow. Stay tuned.
**4 friends on Irie Joe. They are old hippies that somehow came into a lot of money. Fairly certain they were high on something. Friendly as can be. They were fishing off the back of the boat with no luck yet today – except a Ramora. Gross.
**Dude from Norway. He was clad in only a pair of navy biker shorts and putting together his Kayak. He and his wife had sailed over from Europe and were so interesting to chat with for a bit. That is a ton of miles under their keel. (keel = bottom of the boat)
**Couple from NC. More people lacking gray hair!!! Except the guy does have gray hair – but he must have grayed early, as they are probably forties. Pretty sure he said the F word at least 35 times in 3 minutes.
**2 couples from Montreal. We have met a majority of Canadians down here so far. Typical cruisers and had plenty of advice to offer. Some we took them up on, some not so much.
**Family on a rental catamaran. True confession: most of the cruisers hold their breath when they (we) see a rental boat coming. Most of the time the people driving the boats are less than experienced and a bit reckless. You know how you drive a rental car a little faster and carelessly than you would your normal car? Same thing. Except on giant catamarans. No one is really thrilled to be anchored with a bunch of rental boats around. We pulled in in about 25 knots of wind (yowsers!) and they pulled in right behind us. As we grabbed a mooring ball they missed theirs and dropped an anchor instead.
Within seconds, a more “experienced” (read: older and wiser) cruiser hopped in his dinghy to let them know they would not be able to anchor where they had dropped the anchor and offered to help them pick up the mooring ball. Crisis averted and we will all sleep well tonight knowing they will not be dragging the big ole boat all over the anchorage in the dark. We stopped by to say hi to 2 peppy kiddos and mom and dad from Calgary.
Tomorrow is a new day and I have no doubt we will add to this cast, as their are about 15 boats in this harbour with us, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to share a little slice of life with you. Obviously I have limited pictures since I am only a lower case “s” stalker and use binoculars – duh. I’ll let you know when I up my game and get a telephoto lens and become a proper Stalker.