Woke up to sweet quiet here at Hoffman's Cay. Slight breeze and sunny. Something just jumped out of the water not
far from the boat; couldn't see what it was.
Coming in here yesterday was a little bumpy,
literally. Shallow-draft boats are
needed here in the islands; catamarans preferred. We don't draw overly much, but we had to squeeze
through some really tight spots. At the
first bump, we threw off the lines and furled the genoa, started the engine and
motored off. Thank goodness for the
sandy bottom; we kind of bounced along for a bit until we finally got back to a
grand height of 7 feet of water.
Weird to think that just a week ago, we were sailing
in 3,000 feet of water.
I was thinking about personal hygiene this morning
and how my routine has really changed. I
get up whenever, which is similar to home, but now, instead of a 20-minute
shower, I quickly wet a washcloth, turn off the water, add a little soap to the
cloth, and wash my face. Quick handfull
of water for a rinse, brush teeth with a spritz of water and then I'm
done. At home, I'd still be just dazing
out under the invigorating spray of the shower.
I do still love my occasional shower, though, and I did partake of one
at the marina. And it was long, five
minutes.
Oh, and speaking of luxuries, we've been using the
freezer! First time ever! And plagues and locusts and death to the
first born son has not happened! Oh
joy. We stocked up on bread and froze
it, some fowl meats, and froze bottled water to help for on-shore excursions. Gary still doesn't like it because it uses
the battery, but well, we can recharge the battery. Though his discontent does grow; I fear the
end of freezer use is nigh.
And I was right; the male contingent just turned it
off. Oh what do they know, these mortals
of the male gender? And why am I all of
a sudden sounding so Shakespearean?
Must
be the locale; the serenity (somewhat), the colors, the angle of the sun.
Back to the subject at hand, our beautiful spot here
at the Cay. When we were coming in, inch
by inch, we noticed so many sea stars on the bottom sand. Brown, some with yellow, so many we lost
count. And this morning, we've seen a
turtle so far raise its wonderful head and a dolphin. This place really is unreal.
I think I'm going to vomit. Elliott and I just let the dinghy down and as
I walked back to the side of the boat, I looked in the glorious depths of the
water and noticed a tube of fecal matter floating by. Gross!
People just don't get it. I
realize they may not be as "strict" as the U.S. purports to be in
their waters, but yuck! There are only
three other boats nearby, a cabin cruiser, a boat that brought over visitors to
kayak, and a sailboat way down the island.
Elliott says that maybe the people have a dog; I don't care. You bag it up and trash it in an appropriate
place. Jerks.
So, yeah, welcome to Paradise!
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