Author name: ozweaver

It was hard to drag ourselves away from Rum Cay. We  had both begun to feel the sirens’ call to stay, but hard as it was, we could not ignore the first favorable sailing weather in 9 days that was conducive to sailing to Long Island.  That weather was another kind of sirens’ call!!

Our first trip ashore on Long Island, to check out Long Island Breeze resort and find the food market! We are anchored in Thompson Bay.

On our second day on Long Island we rented a car for the day with friends Laureen and Miles (aboard Ariel).  We explored some places they had visited in previous years, and we hit a few places we’d both been told were not to be missed!

First on the list of “must sees” was Deans Blue Hole, the deepest blue hole in the world!  It was a very windy day there, so the water was ruffled up with chop and not as clear as on a calm day.

There were a number of SCUBA divers there that day, but only one free diver.  We enjoyed watching him make his preparations for the dive, which includes meditating and slowing one’s breathing down for long trip down….over 600 feet down.  I read that someone once said that once you reach the bottom the trick is to find some powerful reason to come back to the surface, because it’s a powerful temptation to stay down there.  Yikes!

Just around the point from Dean’s Blue Hole we could really see the strength of the winds!

Another wonderful sight in Clarencetown is the Catholic Church, built in the early 20th century.  This church would look just as good on an island in the Aegean as it does in Exumas Sound!

Bob and I climbed up a narrow winding stair case in the left side tower of this church, hoping to get the view from the tower.  At the top of those stairs, we were not at the tower, and there was a series of old wooden ladders to climb to get the rest of the way to the tower.  That’s when I chickened out!  Bob kept going, climbing up four wooden ladders to get this view!  Brave man!

Meanwhile, I checked out the sanctuary and found this little lizard watching me from the board that holds the hymns for the day.  I found a hymnal to see if I’d know any of them.  I did know the first one, # 56.  It was “Crown Him with Many Crowns.”  Now that hymn is on endless loop in my head…

The view of Clarencetown (a large settlement at the south end of Long Island) from the steps of the church.

We got a number of important chores down while we had the car yesterday.  We got our cell phone up and running with a new SIM card, and we extended our visa at the local government office in Simms settlement.  Pink seems to be the color for government offices.

We finished the day with a lovely dinner at Chez Pierre, a lovely spot that is reminiscent of 1930s casual elegance.  (I could envision Ernest Hemingway at the next table.)There was an honor system bar, and in spite of the name, everything on the menu was Italian!  It was a beautiful way to end the day…

Today while doing laundry at Long Island Breeze I met Nancy from Trumpeter who gave me a very thorough lesson in starting a coiled, Silver palm basket.  I’m hooked!…and off to look for Silver palms!

Yesterday was quite eventful on Rum Cay.  Due to weather, the mail boat was a day late in arriving.  Bob and I happened to walk into the small center of town as we saw the mail boat approaching in the distance, threading its way through the maze of coral reefs as we’d done just a few days ago.

The mail boat carries everything needed on the island, including passengers.  It had left from Nassau two days previously and had stopped at other islands along the way.  The folks returning to Rum Cay had to spend one night on board, on a boat that does not have staterooms.  We heard that cots are set up for people who want to sleep, and the most surprising part to me was that there is no gangway for embarking and disembarking!  We watched the well-dressed Bahamian travelers hurl themselves over the high bulwarks and down onto the docks.  Others were waiting to leave and I did not get to see how they clambered over the high sides of this small freighter. …with luggage no less!

There was a boom and crane on the bow of the ship, and lots of supplies were off loaded:  crates and boxes, large items encased in plastic wrap, plenty of smaller items.  I sat in the town square as the boat approached the “government dock,” and within a matter of minutes people were arriving to meet the boat by all manner of transportation… cars, bicycles, on foot.  Even the island dogs were arriving one at a time from their various locations.  Most people brought large plastic bins with them to collect their provisions.  Two large trucks with open flat beds backed down that dock to collect provisions for the “Last Chance Food Store” and the police department which got quite a supply of new office furniture.

The most interesting item to me that came off the ship was a large bag of dry cleaning that the police chief picked up personally.  It looked like a week’s worth of uniforms.  No wonder Bahamians always look so crisp and natty in their uniforms!  The dry cleaning came all the way from Nassau!

We followed the white truck to the grocery store and watched as various men carried boxes of fresh produce inside.  One of our companions was pretty sure he saw a box of avocados, and I almost swooned at the thought of having a couple of those!  I saw a huge bag of carrots, a 50 lb. bag of potatoes, and another one of onions.  I had designs on some of those carrots!  But…after the provisions were taken inside, the owner came out and locked the door to the store!  We were all in shock, but I then realized that none of the locals were waiting nearby, only us visitors.  I asked the shop owner when she would be open for business, and she said not until the next day….not sure exactly what time, maybe noon-ish!  Oh well, I was a bit despondent walking back to the marina without any avocados.

But then another wonderful island event was underway!… preparations for the marina owner Bobby’s birthday!  What a bash that was!  The younger cruisers were out during midday catching fresh fish. They returned with two giant lobsters, a large grouper, and a huge octopus.  Bobby had ordered a large supply of ribs that were delivered on the mail boat.  All of us cruising visitors were asked to bring side dishes.  The festivities started at 6.30.

Bobby cut up the grouper quite fine and mixed in various other ingredients to make ‘fishballs’ which then got sautéed in oil.  I think they were the hit of the meal, better even than the lobsters!

 

Amazingly, Bobby’s teenage son who lives with his mother arrived from some other island on the mail boat.  And two older women arrived all the way from Norway (via New York and then Cleveland and Nassau) at the small airstrip on the island!  One of these women is the mother of Bobby’s current partner and she had traveled all the way here with a good friend.  It had been their first visit to the US and New York, and now their first visit to the Bahamas.  They left from Oslo wearing their winter clothes, spent three days in New York, then were surprised to find Cleveland every bit as cold as home, and then on to the Bahamas where as the night progressed they shed more and more layers.  I enjoyed talking to them and to the locals and other sailors who all came to celebrate.  It was quite the cultural event! We ate in the dining room of the now defunct restaurant. The two Norwegian visitors are at the right of the photo.

The wonderful bar is curved and has a mosaic counter with a great mural along the base.

The evening ended with a big bonfire on the beach.  My stamina for partying gave out before that!  But, just before sunset, as party preparations were in full swing, Bob got this photo of one of the younger cruisers bringing a cache of firewood to the beach for the bonfire.

And now it’s the day after, and everyone is a bit subdued…. the air is warm and still and everyone is a bit drained from last night’s excesses! Well, except for that young crowd who have gone off in their dinghies looking to surf.  Bobby has chosen a piece of coral that he will carve for me.  Hopefully I will photograph the transformation!

The farther we go, the less internet we have… for the past 10 days now we have been in the outer islands at the bottom of the Exumas chain, close to truly remote areas.  We are not at the ‘back of beyond’…. but we are close to it!

I’ve always felt that it verged on incredible that Columbus first landed on these tiny islands in the midst of vast reefs of coral after sailing so far.  On the day we sailed here to Rum Cay, we couldn’t spot this island at 20 miles….or 16 miles… I was getting worried that our next stop would be Africa.  Of course, this was an illogical fear since we have two forms of GPS on board giving quite an accurate position of our location.  Still, I wanted visual confirmation.  On a clear day with nothing but ocean in all directions, I thought we should see Rum Cay far sooner than we did.

Columbus named this island Santa Maria de la Concepcion, when he landed here on his second voyage to the New World.  Then at some point the named got changed to Rum Cay, supposedly because of a cache of rum that floated ashore from a nearby shipwreck.

On the way to Rum Cay we stopped at the northwestern side of Long Island, at Calabash Bay.  Aside from walking the amazingly creamy, soft beaches there (and collecting more beautiful shells) we did not explore Long Island.  We are saving that for when we begin our journey north.  When we left to sail east, we passed the northern tip of Long Island, which is also the highest elevation of that island where there is a monument to Columbus and to the Lucaya native people.

We sailed east to the tiny island of Concepcion that sits out in the Atlantic. Ocean.  Concepcion is an uninhabited island, now designated a wildlife preserve, so it is pristine and teeming with life in the coral reefs.  While we set our anchor in the crystal waters, where the visibility was truly about 100 feet, a large puffer fish came right up to the stern of our boat.  Either these fish are extremely used to people and know they cannot be hunted, and/or they know that boats often offer tasty treats, like bits of unwanted vegetables. This fish was quite happy to get some lettuce and broccoli cuttings. Rays and turtles also swam by the boat.  The beaches were full of exquisite shells.  Bob snorkeled on the reefs with friends, while I sat in the dinghy talking to others who sat in their dinghies along the reefs, looking at the fish through our ‘look buckets.’  I saw so many tropical fish in these reefs, and so many interesting types of reef life… sea fans, anemones, sea cucumbers…. Other things that I have never seen before so I cannot name them!  I saw live brain coral which is even more fascinating than the bleached dead corals I have always thought is so beautiful.

And speaking of brain coral… the main reason I was interested in visiting Rum Cay, which is also sitting out in the Atlantic Ocean, far from what I would feel is the protected water of the Exuma chain,   there is a man who is simply known as Bobby, who does wonderful carvings on brain coral.  We saw quite a few examples of his work aboard Cat’s Meow whom we met at Concepcion.  The treasure trove of carvings that they bought from Bobby would sink our boat, but I came here hoping to find a little something to bring home to my garden terrace in Connecticut.  Well, either Cat’s Meow cleaned him out, or he has taken whatever was left to a gallery in Georgetown.  I’m a bit disappointed, but I have enjoyed looking at his large works that grace the grounds of Sumner Point Marina, where we are staying.

I love this one and wonder how much it weighs…. very tempting! If only you could see how much patterning there is in the coral!  Bobbly uses different grinders to create these wonderful pieces.

Rum Cay suffered some severe damage in hurricane Sandy a few months back.  The entrance to the very protected harbor was silted in, and is not yet fully opened again.  Getting here through the maze of coral reefs was quite challenging, and then when we finally got to the harbor entrance we’d been warned that unless it was full high tide most boats have to wait on a pier because there is still so much dredging to do!  Luckily, when we arrived two hours after high tide, there was a crew of other visitors ready to help us dredge our own path through the sandy bottom to the pier.  At full low tide we were really hard aground, with our bow completely out of the water and about 15” of our bottom paint visible along the whole side of the boat!  As the next tide rose, we were slamming down into the sand on our keel.  I’ve never felt anything like that before, and never thought we’d purposefully run ourselves this hard aground to visit a location.  But when the next tide came up the following morning, we were able to move into the little protected basin and get a deeper spot along the dock.  This marina is not yet open for business after the hurricane damage, so this year all dockage is free.  Repairs to this marina are somewhat on hold right now, and we have heard that ownership of the marina is in question.  Bobby is in residence here and might soon become the legal owner, but he has no real desire to run a marina.  At the moment the large restaurant is his gallery and he generously offers use of the restaurant’s kitchen to boaters who create large communal pot-luck dinners several nights a week.

The sailors who visit this island are as interesting as the people who live here.  This is a group of adventurers who strive to get as far from civilization as they can.  They want to be off the grid.  Most of them are headed further south to more remote destinations.  There are a group of young people on boats here that is refreshing since the majority of sailors here are all retirees, like Bob and me.  A group of young people goes out snorkeling and spear fishing every day, and when they return in the afternoons to clean their catch, hordes of nurse sharks, lemon sharks, and bull sharks come in to this tiny harbor for the trimmings.

This is some BIG lobster!

A beautiful golden spotted grouper!

One young couple will certainly be memorable to me for a very long time.  The young man is 25 and the young woman is 22.  Wow.  In real life they live in Alaska and work as crew on a salmon fishing boat out of Prince William Sound.  She runs the nets while he runs the small boat …not sure what it’s called.  Other than the two of them, the only other crew is the captain.  Tanya was born in Cypress to parents who were circumnavigating on their sailboat.  Her older sister was born in Panama.  Tanya’s family is from Norway, and sadly I didn’t get to ask Jumel (not even certain how he spells his name!) about his background.  They fish in Alaska from May to October, and take the rest of the year to sail together on their pretty sloop Rainbow Connection.

Rum Cay has a very small settlement.  We’ve heard that the mail boat comes once a week with provisions for the small general store (called the Last Chance Food Store), and that any fresh produce that arrives on that boat is gone within moments of arriving. I believe it… we took a look in that store that is about the size of a small backyard garden shed, and there was nothing but a few canned goods.  There is one restaurant that looks a bit questionable, and when Bob asked about getting something for lunch yesterday, the owner Ruby, said she hadn’t prepared anything.  (I have to admit that I was relieved).  She said she prefers people to give her at least one hour’s notice if they want lunch or dinner.    When you get your food, you take it outside to a little covered structure, open to the weather, with old picnic tables where you can sit and look out at the bay with its maze of coral reefs and varying shades of blue and green waters.  Rougher than any dining spot I’ve ever seen, but also with a view more beautiful than I could have ever imagined!

We walked a couple miles of this island, and what sights there were!  Beautiful little canals where salt water used to be captured in pools to dry for making salt…  a stunning little whitewashed church with a lovely garden…  the small, colorful, ramshackle houses of the inhabitants.  We saw a few men around, but mostly we saw lots of women sitting in the shade here and there, always in groups.  Most people here keep chickens and goats.  At one small house we saw a huge black Hummer II parked in front with two goats tied to the vehicle.  What a sight!

Five week old baby goat!

 

The pretty little Anglican church just beyond the center of town.

We plan to stay here until the strong winds blow through, which might take most of a week.  Our sage weather router in Florida says he believes this will be the last strong wind of the winter down here.  I sure hope so! And I can’t help thinking that in the next couple of weeks the snows at home will melt and the crocus will be popping up.  The days will get longer, and I would love to see spring arrive in New England….