Bahama bound

On Monday Dec 14, the little boat called Fiesta with her fearless co-captains, Leslie and Tim,  cast off her double mooring lines from the coveted safety of Boot Key Harbor (Marathon, FL) to finally set out on her great adventure into the world unknown.....it was exciting....it was scary....it was simply time to go.  We have had the boat for a year now, working to make this one day a reality.  


Our float plan....with flexibility of course.  



Out into the Hawk Channel we motored northeastward paralleling the Florida Keys.....with hopeful anticipation of a flawless crossing of the Gulf Stream overnight.   Two miles out, we heaved up the large mainsail to catch the southeasterly 10-12 knot winds....all looked good.....and then BAM!  Narrowly missing Tim's head, one of the stainless steal blocks (pulley) that attaches under the boom to help guide the mainsail sheet (rope)--- 

broke off and slammed to the deck like a 10 ton weight....the holding pin was rusted through....so much for stainless steel.   Ok....down with the mainsail, find the replacement block in the spare parts locker.....reattach the new one....and back on our way with a full set of 3 sails....now about an hour behind schedule. 

 Not that sailors like to keep schedules, but the weather often forces us to make decisions on being someplace soon, as was our case.  We had 3 days to cross the big ocean river called the Gulf Stream and find safe harbor before a very large cold front with 25-30kt winds predicted to slam the entire Bahamas....closing a passage window for maybe 2 weeks. 
Though our first waypoint was a heading northeast to a middle-of-nowhere point called South Riding Rocks (south of Bimini) with a bearing of 71degrees, we had to account for the very strong current averaging 2 knots pushing us northward in the Gulf Stream....so our bearing became 90 degrees eastward to account for the "crabbing" angle it would take us.  About 5pm, the winds slowed down AND shifted due east, yep, on the nose and so we motor-sailed the whole night under a kazillion stars (and for a short while, the radiant Miami city glow to the north).  
Early on, we saw a very large electrified ship passing south about 3 miles in front of us....it was a cruise ship probably heading for Key West.  About midnight, the waves became rambunctious from the south east...maybe 4-6ft, not too bad, but keeping the helmsman awake for sure, which is a good thing.  We took turns between napping in the cockpit and taking the helm (wheel) about every 1.5 to 2 hours.....after midnight, the hours fly by.....and in the deep darkness before dawn, we crossed a major shipping channel on the east side of the Gulf Stream.  We could barely make out the monsters on the horizon with only a few running lights....more importantly, what direction and how fast were they going?  Depth perception is lost in the wee hours of an all night sail, but guesstimating their course and speed is tricky anyway.  According to our radar, it seemed like we were on a collision course with 2 different freighters within an hour of each other.  Throttle back and steer aft of them....they each passed within a mile before us....no racing ego here, large rusty monsters have our respect.  

Sunrise brought us off the 2500ft depths of the Gulf Stream, and onto the turquoise shallow waters of the Grand Bahamas Banks....ahhhh, now it's heaven.  Fried egg cheese sandwich, fruit and coffee for breakfast....we managed 5.5 hours of pure sailing, before the winds died, and we could have walked faster than we sailed.  So back on with the motor for 5 more hours until just after dark,  when we dropped the hook (anchor) in the vicinity of what's called the Russell Beacon (never saw a marker or a light)...basically in the middle of the shallow (8-10ft) banks with no land in sight.   This was magic....calm, quiet Bahamian waters with dolphins coming to say hello under a half moon...and except for a couple of anchor checks and position alignment with the North Star, the  gentle rocking induced a heavy sleep.  

Northwestern Channel pole in background...boring

Up before dawn (because we're usually asleep around 8pm) and on our way to the Northwestern Channel light.....which is a tall marker post---- still no sight of land,  but the coconut telegraph says the light doesn't work....welcome to another country.  This is a crossroads mile marker for getting off the shallow Bahama Banks and onto the 3000ft deep trench called the "Tongue of the Ocean". 




Tim was closely watching the beautiful build-up of puffy cumulus clouds over land in the distance....they seemed to turn into angry dogs warning us of the impeding predicted cold front storm coming our way by Friday night....we had 2 days to find a safe harbor hole. 

Morgan's Bluff--named after Captain Morgan

After going the whole day before without seeing a single boat, we now merged with 3 other sailboats/catamarans all heading with us to Andros Island's north harbor called Morgan's Bluff to officially pay our $300 cruising permit fee and check into Bahamas Customs.  

Bahamian beer---Kalik

Out of the 5 boats in the harbor, we were the newbies by a long shot.  The others, had been doing this happily and habitually for anywhere from 6-9 years...some part time...others full time. 


 A few Kalik's (Bahamian Beer pronounced "click")  were shared by all at Unca Harvey's Water Loop Bar (formally Willy's) on the small protected inner harbor ---just off the large outer harbor where we were all anchored.  Little did we know how important this would be to Fiesta....inner vs outer harbor.  The next day 4 of the 5 boats departed the outer harbor for other ports of call....we too decided to try and get to West Bay on Providence Island (Nassau) about 26 miles or 6-7 hours away and wait out the storm.  But, King Neptune decided to be difficult for us and kicked up 15-20kt winds on the nose with 5-7ft seas.....we tried for an hour to make southeast motoring, but soon made a smarter decision to turn around and go back to Morgan's Bluff....being humble is good.  Besides, we had discovered yet another possible weak point on the gooseneck pin where the boom meets the mast.....we we're afraid to use the mainsail, it'll need work.

Stormy outer harbor

Now, Morgan's Bluff outer harbor is open to the north and therefore not good for the imminent weekend storm.  

So the wonderful kind folks of the inner harbor AND mostly the supportive assistance of Karen and Dwight in his dinghy from M/V Popeye II  helped us get Med-moored (Mediterranean Moored) off a bank inside the protected harbor....it was hot and we were sweating bullets, we are so thankful to those that helped us get tied up. Here you can see the inlet to the inner harbor from the outer harbor....Fiesta on the left.

 Mediterranean mooring is a style, obviously popular in the Med, that ties your stern (back) end to the shore on trees or docks, and the bow anchored out front into the harbor.  And sure 'nough, here came the winds, clouds, rain and cold (ok, it only got down to 70F) Friday night.....we added more lines and have listened to the creaking and groaning of Fiesta for 2 days now.  

Video of the harbor

We feel blessed to be here experiencing the small harbor Bahamian people......so so friendly.....and great sense of humor.....don't take anything serious.....no problem mon.  This low key agricultural island is a beautiful view of Bahamian culture unlike other islands awash in mega yachts and tourism.  We feel lucky to be "stuck" here....it's more our style.  Though the intense north winds will eventually turn southeasterly, they are predicted to be 15-20kt on the nose for us all week...and the week after.  So.....we'll take the advice of the islands and....'relax yourself mon'.....and Happy Holidays to all!