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The Height of Summer

…and what a summer it has been!  The heat of July is long forgotten, along with that stifling dorm room at NEWS.  In addition to the best summer weather any New Englander could possibly hope for, I spent two days at my monthly tapestry class with Archie and Susan, and I spent almost five days with two other members of the Wednesday Group.

We looked at and critiqued each other’s works, and I got tremendous input and inspiration from these friends.  We ate well and enjoyed amazing views of the Hudson from our host’s house.  Tugs and barges floated by, going both north and south, day and night, breaking the bucolic spell of this rural area with such a contradiction of noise and spectacle!

We spent an entire day driving to and from Auburn, to see the exhibit Innovators and Legends: Generations in Textile and Fiber at the Schweinfurth Memorial Art Center.

This exhibit is traveling around from Michigan to Auburn, New York, then to University of Kansas in Lexington, and finally to Fort Collins, Colorado.  It was curated by Geary Jones, with works from well known artists and newcomers…75 works that span several decades of fiber arts and offered a trip down retro lane as well as powerful new ideas.  We all loved it!

The one piece that has intrigued me since leaving the exhibit is Piper Shepard’s “Dome.”  Although we could not take photos of anything in the exhibit, and I was not impressed with the photos in the catalog (which was sold out anyway and had to be ordered from Muskegan Museum), I have enjoyed reading about Ms. Shepard’s work online.  Her piece titled “Dome” was made from a large sheet of muslin fabric that had been treated with gesso and graphite to have a very dark surface.  She then cut out tiny shapes in the manner of cut paper, like Scherenschnitte.  She displays these works as if they are made of heavy metal, hanging from sturdy steel brakets that hold them out from the wall.  Light creates marvelous shadows, and any breath of air gets the large work to undulate, giving the viewer the realization that this is a very light and fragile material.  It’s a beautiful blend of bold, fragile, delicate and large all at once!

My drive home took me through wonderful parts of New York state and Connecticut.  After dropping off one friend at the Hudson train station…

…my GPS directed me home entirely on back roads!  I usually get to this area of New York by taking Rte 90 through the Berkshires, which is quite scenic, but this route of Rte. 23 from Hudson to Sheffield, then Rte 7 down into Canaan, Connecticut,  and Rte. 44 through western Connecticut just can’t be equalled!

In Avon, I stopped at a local bead store and got some crystals to add to the hem of one of my recently finished silk scarves. The bead store is on the right of this lovely building.

Back in the studio, I am on the home stretch on my sunset tapestry!

 

 

 

There’s No Place Like Home…

There really isn’t.  And to top it off it’s May in New England.

My sister had offered to meet me at the airport.  It would just be the two of us; we’d have dinner afterward so she could catch me up on her family and her long solo stint of taking care of our aging and difficult mother.

Instead, she and my sons planned a larger family gathering to greet me.  Seven  family members were waiting for me when I arrived, and because my flight was late all the other people waiting for loved ones had gotten in on the act.  So, I arrived to a crowd of clapping bystanders, who were shouting, “Welcome home, Mom!”  I was completely confused, which is a very good thing, because otherwise I would have cried…

Mother’s Day weekend was about as perfect as possible.  The kids and I went to the annual Garden Club sale at the little park in the center of town, and we worked in the garden cleaning up the debris from winter and planting my purchases from the sale.  It was a wonderful homecoming!

Today I plied the brilliant saffron mohair that I spun in the Bahamas.  Here it is with the mohair skeins from Persimmon Tree that I plan to use with it.  I’m envisioning a fall jacket….

 

 

Farewell to Hope Town

Today I will begin organizing what I’ll take home with me, and tomorrow we will head back to Marsh Habor to do laundry, restock the larder for the arrival of our next guest, and get me close to the airport where I will end this journey.  I can’t really believe this is happening.

A few last sights of Hope Town, definitely the prettiest settlement in all the Bahamas!

All the houses are painted wonderful pastel colors down here.

Walking through the north end of town along the “road” better suited to golf carts than to any bigger vehicles.

Farewell to the dramatic skies and thunderstorms we are having every day this month!

I will definitely miss my daily visit to the pool at Hope Town Marina!

Farewell to the lovely gardens, the exotic scent of gardenia and jasmine and things I cannot name…..and colorful hibiscus and bougainvillea!

And seeing Pandora at the end of a lovely street of colorful houses and gardens!

Until next year……

2725 Miles….

Yep, it’s true.  Hard to believe that I have sailed 2725 miles over the past 9 months.

I cannot deny that this trip has had a steep learning curve for me, and I think the first couple of months down here I was so focused on coping that it was hard to see the larger picture.  We headed south determinedly, and did  the more remote areas first. Now that we’re in the Abacos, everything seems so easy!  Short sailing distances, lots of provisions, more forgiving weather….

Once I got past how hard things were going to be and got a little experience under my belt, I had time to take a look around me.

The community of sailors is about as small as the community of tapestry weavers.  There just aren’t a lot of us. I have tried to find the number of personal sailing craft that have cleared customs in the Bahamas for the winter of 2013, but I can’t find an answer to that yet.  Seasoned sailors who have been coming down here for years tell me that it’s usually between 1500 and 2000 boats.  In the vast world of people taking some leisure time or vacation time, this is a very small number.

I’ve been keeping track of the foreign home flags down here, though, of course all of us are foreigners.  Canadians just might outnumber Americans down here this year, but both nationalities are certainly the majority.  I noticed that many Quebecois do not fly a home flag at all, and I have heard a number of times (but not from the Quebecois themselves) that there are some political reasons for this.  Beyond Canada and the US, we have seen flags from Germany, Switzerland, France, the UK (they are not keen on flying their home flag either!), Denmark, Sweden and Norway.  Oh, I almost forgot South Africa….now that is a journey. It’s a cultural melting pot down here!

It is no surprise that the visitors down here are almost entirely from northern climates.  However, just yesterday we noticed a flag we did not recognize flying on the stern of the boat right next to us in Hope Town.  It is from Suriname.  Where’s that??  It’s on the northern coast of South America, between Guyana and French Guiana (I had to google this!), and it’s the only South American country that has Dutch as its national language.  We hope to meet the Surinamian couple later this morning.

Here is the flag:

Another surprise to me is the list of home ports on the US boats.  I expected to see mostly boats from the East Coast… maybe a few boats from the West Coast, those adventurous sailors who would cross a hemisphere and go through the Panama Canal.  Maybe even a few boats from the Great Lakes. And yes, boats from these places are certainly down here.  The surprise is how many US-flagged boats down here have home ports that are completely land-locked.  There are boats from Iowa (no kidding!), Arkansas, Kentucky! We just met a couple who split their time between their house in Montana and the boat they just bought in Florida.  I’m just naming a few.  I’ve seen lots of boats from Texas, with home ports no where near the Gulf Coast–Ft. Worth, Austin… Right now there is a boat in Hope Town harbor with a home port of Boulder City, Nevada!

In talking to some of these travelers, we’ve learned that the lure of sailing can entice those who’ve never been anywhere near a coast. I can’t imagine buying a boat and immediately heading offshore, but there are a good number of folks down here who don’t know much about sailing and are not yet familiar with their brand new boats.  Now that’s a learning curve.

The experienced cruisers we’ve met are a marvelous group of people. They are out to explore, not to exploit.  They are are impressively self reliant and very generous with their hard earned knowledge. I cringe at the thought of making stereotypes, but there just aren’t that many of them and they seem to have similar goals and values: to leave a clean wake, to be respectful of the cultures they are visiting, and to help others in need by sharing their sailing knowledge… or even their supplies, or by lending a helping hand. Bob and I have been the recipient of tremendous help from these seasoned sailors. It has made a world of difference to me.

 

 

 

 

 

A Wedding and a Funeral

As my time here grows short, I have been reflecting on the months I’ve spent in this remote tropical culture, and what I’ll take with me when I leave.  I think one day spent in New Plymouth over the weekend summed it up rather well.

When we dinghied in to New Plymouth on Saturday, we  found the settlement abuzz with activity.  Walking through the town we saw a gathering of women in the public park decorating a tent over the basketball court with purple and white balloons and arranging matching table settings for a large dinner.  It looked like preparations for a wedding!

Moments later, on a different street, a golf cart whizzed by, with purple and white balloons streaming from it.  One white balloon came flying off toward me, and I picked it up and returned it to the young man who was driving the cart.  Surely this was the bride’s chariot!

Passing the cemetery on our walk, we were drawn through the gates by the lovely view of aquamarine waters, a ring of reefs, and distant islands.  The grave markers were all recently whitewashed and many graves had flowers in bloom… bougainvillea, gaillardia, portulaca, lantana. That’s when we noticed a little tent with chairs underneath, placed near a freshly dug hole in the ground.  Looks like funeral preparations were going on right down the street from the wedding preparations.

A short walk from the cemetery we found the local museum, and while were admiring the medicinal garden and the ‘out kitchen’  we heard hymn singing at the church next door…

…and then the distinctive sounds of mourning.  The choir processed out into the street, followed by the pall bearers and the mourners.  Together they all processed on foot the short distance through the streets toward the cemetery.

The town dock was busy with ferries bringing full loads of friends and families from other islands to participate in the wedding and the funeral.  In such a small community, it seemed apparent that everyone would be participating in both events.  What a sad and joyous day….

And these two events that rallied an entire community, and brought in a hoard of folks from outlying communities, clarified my impressions of the time spent here in these small settlements.

There are many conveniences in my life at home that I no longer take for granted.  Water is probably the the most striking example of a precious commodity here.  Many islands in the Bahamas have no fresh water at all.  Hard to imagine, but true! In recent times, some of these islands have opted to put in reverse osmosis systems for making fresh water from salt.  It is an expensive way to get fresh water so water is quite a luxury.

On several islands we visited there was a salt water pond with a shallow lens of fresh water on top, salt water being heavier than fresh.  This lens of water is carefully tapped each day by the residents.  On Rum Cay, someone would deliver a big tank of fresh water to the marina on the back of a flat bed truck several times a week.  It had to be carefully rationed out to the boats in the marina at $.45 a gallon.  I watched the local fisherman clean an entire day’s catch with only a small bucket of fresh water.  Everyone knows how to conserve in these islands.

We heard that the residents of Hope Town recently voted against having a water making system installed on the island.  They have chosen to continue collecting rain water in cisterns as they have done for generations.  It’s a viable option in the Abacos since there is a reasonable amount of rain here.  Still, there is dry season and they all have to be very careful at that time of year.

Having little fresh water certainly puts a different perspective on bathing and laundry and general household cleaning. It has been quite an eye opener for me, even though I have always considered Bob and I fairly frugal with water usage!  I know there are plenty of places in the world where water is much scarcer than here in the Bahamas, and that realization stuns me.

As cruisers we have opted to install a water maker onboard Pandora, and it is powered by our solar panels on top of the canvas work that shades our cockpit (called a bimini).  Many cruisers also have wind generators.  There is plenty of sunlight and wind down here to supply our electrical needs:  electric lights at night, hot water, electronic gizmos such as our navigational system, radio communication system,  chargers for our computers, ipad and smart phones…. it’s pretty amazing that we can have so many toys and be completely off the grid!  When the weather doesn’t cooperate (on the rare days when there is no wind or sunlight) we fall back on running a small gasoline powered generator. Our cooking fuel is propane, and luckily we have found a number places along the way to replenish our two 10 lb. tanks.  We use about 10 lbs. a month.

Electricity in any form is a feat of determination here.  Most settlements are run on generators, and I have given up keeping track of the times when the power goes out on these islands. It’s just a facet of daily life. Surprisingly, in spite of the constant winds down here, we have seen very few wind generators. …or solar panels.  Yet just getting fuel for the generators is another feat of determination.  Supply boats arrive only once a week, and  that is at the mercy of the weather.  I have seen first hand that there are plenty of weeks with no hope of seeing the boat come in! People here are very familiar with doing without.  Remember the old adage, “Make do and mend”?  It’s alive and well down here….

I couldn’t help noticing the fashion sense of the women going to the wedding this weekend.  I think a significant number of women made their own outfits. These outfits were a feast of bright colors in dress styles I’ve never seen anywhere on a rack.  It was such a thrill to see so many women making do, and doing it in their own unique style.  I’m sure they would prefer to have access to an array of inexpensive clothing chain stores, but instead there was such a marvelous array of individual creativity on display….well, what can I say?  I loved it.  I might not want to participate in creating my own wardrobe, but I certainly enjoyed being a spectator of it here.

When you are living off the grid lots of daily chores begin to take on greater significance.  If you are walking a long distance to gather water or go the market, or gather at the dock to see what has come in on the supply boat,  it is a good opportunity for connecting with others who are doing the same.  The camaraderie that comes from spending so much time on the little chores in life, amongst others doing the same, is hard to beat.  No wonder the Bahamians are so friendly.  I have become a bit slower in my quest to accomplish chores….a bit more ready to listen… to slow down… I don’t want to lose that enjoyment of being less frenetic when I return home.

For cruisers and native islanders, both living such ascetic lives, there is the balance of a rich community and a wealth of natural beauties.

Here are a few scenes of the lovely settlement of New Plymouth….

The historic gaol (jail), painted the traditional pink of Bahamian government buildings!

One of the many pretty churches in New Plymouth.

 Lush tropical gardens everywhere!  

 

And from the shallow waters where we are anchored in a small harbor just north of New Plymouth…

A sea slug in clear water…. when I first saw this I thought it was a lettuce leaf bobbing along the beach! Then I noticed the head and antennae!

This bird was keeping an eye out for tasty treats from his perch in the mangroves at the edge of the harbor.

And the day’s haul of treasures from the nearby beach!

One Perfect Day…

Another day of shelling, at a calm beach at Coco Bay, on Green Turtle Cay. Miles of sand flats at low tide that offered up pretty shells, along with live cushion stars, crabs, and lots of baby conchs!

Such clear water we could photograph right through it!

We ended the day with dinner on the elegant screened porch at Green Turtle Club, with a sunset to accompany our hors d’oeuvre!  We shared the evening with Larry and Susan from Moira.  

This is the terrace just outside the dining room.

And the full moon rose as dinner ended.  Another banner day!

 

 

Rainy Monday

Yes, it is a rainy Monday, our first rain since leaving the US way back in January.

It has rained non-stop all day today, and it’s been very lovely here in Man O’ War Cay.  The locals told us that April can be quite wet, just like New England.  No wonder it is so lush here.

We wandered through the town, along wide paved walkways just wide enough for golf carts to pass.  Lots of those here, and very few cars.  The cars that are here are models we don’t see in the US….cute miniature vehicles.

We saw a border of amaryllis planted along a fence.  They were in various stages from spent to full open and still in bud.  They were a bright, single red….just like we force at Christmas back at home.  There are lots of things that we’d call houseplants, growing as perennial foundation plants here:  Kalenchoe, “Wandering Jew,” coleus, vinca.  We even saw the biggest poinsettia we’ve ever seen!

But there are also things we cannot identify.  Some vines with huge purple trumpet like flowers, some lily-like flowers, and a huge tree covered with bright yellow flowers! I really wanted to grab a seed pod off the yellow flowering tree!…but I refrained.

Bob enjoyed visiting the Albury Boat Works that have made so many of the small powerboats we’ve seen throughout the islands, as well as many of the traditional wooden sailing dinghies used in the regattas, and most of the small inter-island ferries.

I have been looking forward to visiting Sallie’s Gift Shop ever since I learned that it is well stocked with Androsia fabrics and finished garments. Androsia is a local company (on Andros Island) where women make traditional batik on various weights of fabric.  There is light weight garment cotton, heavy canvas for making bags or upholstery, and some mid-weight cotton for household linens.  The batik motifs are all Bahamian: shells, turtles, hibicus, sharks….  It was hard to stay on task, but I think I did a good job of getting some fabrics to make presents and some small presents for my nieces!  A little something for me too!

Then there was the Albury Sail Shop, where women from the Albury family make duffel bags and every other kind of imaginable bag.  There were more bags than you can possibly imagine under one roof!  The Alburys have been making bags for three generations now.  Again, what a hard choice for me!  But I did pick a good one!

The woman on the left is the Albury who now runs this shop.  Her grandmother started the shop 60 years ago.

So what to do on a rainy Monday afternoon?  Dig out some more of my stash and start another knitting project!  I skeined this mystery yarn, rigging up a hank holder between two portholes in the galley.  I know it is merino but the tag is long gone, so I don’t know who dyed it.

I just downloaded Romi Hill’s “7 Small Shawls,” which are named after the stars in the Pleides.  I will start with “Celaeno”….very feminine and pretty.  It will be a gift.  The directions for this shawl call for over 900 size 6 beads, but I have decided to omit this since I think the shawl will be uncomfortable heavy with so many beads.  On the other hand it sure would sparkle like the night sky with beads knitted into it…

 

 

Chillin’

A few more days in Hope Town.  Sailing friends have also arrived, so we are now joined by Nati, Meltemi, and Firecracker.  Take Two is still anchored just outside the harbor. We all seem to be reluctant to leave this idyllic spot, where relaxing is as easy as breathing the tropical air…

Ways to chill in Hope Town include visiting the newly opened Hope Town Marina where everyone is welcome at the pool.

Visiting Hope Town’s famous lighthouse involves just a little more effort if you want to see the view from the top, but it’s not too strenuous…  that narrow spiral stairway is challenging for claustrophics, like me!

Lovely view from one of the windows on the way up…

Spectacular view from the top with Pandora front and center!

Other ways we have found to relax here include driving around the island in a golf cart, walking the oceanside beaches, walking through the quaint town, and eating out at several delightful restaurants! This is the bar at Firefly looking west at another wonderful sunset…

Walking the quaint residential streets in town…

I’ve gotten my spinning wheel out again (properly known as an electric spinner since the wheel is a fly wheel attached to a motor, and there is no treadle!) and am enjoying working with some intensely saffron dyed mohair.  It is the color of energy and sunshine and happiness.  Zen in my hands!

Hope Town

We are anchored just outside the entrance to Hope Town Harbor on Elbow Cay.  It’s a beautiful town, with pristinely maintained cottages and gardens…. a tropical version of Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard.

The weather has turned hot and noticeably humid, so we have opted to stay outside the harbor where we can enjoy a little breeze when there is one.  A strong blow is predicted for tomorrow, which has us debating the merits of moving into the harbor or staying out here.

Hope Town was settled by British loyalists near the end of the American Revolution, around 1783.  They brought all their farming equipment, slaves, and livestock to establish a similar agricultural lifestyle on the island, but that was not supportable on Elbow Cay.  The land was not nearly as arable as what they’d left behind, and there wasn’t even a drop of fresh water on this island.  Life had to be unspeakably hard.  They survived by fishing and by salvaging the oft-occurring shipwrecks.  They rescued the crews from these wrecks, then commandeered the valuable supplies.  Over time they built their lovely houses and made paved streets (barely wider than sidwalks) that get shared by pedestrians, cyclists, and golf cart drivers!

I enjoy listening to the speech of the descendants of these British settlers, which has a distinct sound.  It has a twang like our American southern accent, yet is is decidedly British…a bit flatter than Australian.  I could listen to the nuances of this accent for hours!  But I am a long way from being able to imitate it!

Bob and I had drinks on this beautiful terrace as the sun set earlier this week.  Then we moved inside to the elegantly appointed dining room of the Hope Town Harbor Lodge for a wonderful dinner.  Another opportunity to eat spiny lobster!

 

As interesting as Hope Town is, we are enjoying the entertainment at our anchorage just as much! The 48′ catamaran Take Two is right next to us, and we are completely entranced watching the five children play all over the boat, swim in the water, bring up creatures from the deep (like lots and lots of cushion stars), take the dinghy into town with Mom as a passenger.  They are an exuberant bunch, but also incredibly respectful of each other, well behaved in an out of control sort of fashion, and so curious and bright!  I know that Tanya and Jay have their hands full as parents of these active youngsters (ranging in age from 11 down to 2!) over the five years that they have been out cruising, but what an incredible way to raise children. How many people of any age get an experience like this? Since children are so inquisitive, both intellectually and physically, I can only imagine that this is just the preface to a long life of adventures for each of these five children. Their blog is equally compelling to watching the family in action!

 

Thoughts of Home

It is truly springtime in southern New England now, and I’m feeling a bit homesick.  I heard that the peepers are calling at night, and the forsythia and daffodils are in bloom!

Bob happened to get the New York Times on Sunday, and saw this editorial, “The Rural Life: A Box of Sheep,” by Verlyn Klinkenborg, which he sent to me.  It put me in mind of springtime all across the continental US.

Klinkenborg wrote: I set the box on the kitchen table, opened it with a knife and folded back the newspaper inside. The scent of sheep rose like a genie from a bottle — a genie who used a lot of lanolin. This was the fleece from a Cheviot sheep, sheared only a few days earlier.

I can see that flock of sheep, moving out into the fields now, at least during the mild days, feeding on the lush new greens of spring.  The ewes are lambing so there are frolicking little wooly creatures in those fields as well.  I remember the little lambs that Susan and I held in our arms at Kinderhook Farm in New York state. In my new little part of the world on the Connecticut River, I have seen a nearby sheep farm and an alpaca farm.  I can’t wait to visit!

I’ll be arriving home in time to visit the Connecticut Weavers’ Guild biennial exhibition in Hartford.  There will be one more guild meeting for me to attend before the summer hiatus, and you cannot imagine how excited I am to reconnect with weavers!  In July I’ll be going to the New England Weavers’ Seminar.  My landlubber life is starting to call to me!

Meanwhile, life here is still quite fascinating.  On our last day in Little Harbor we visited the smallest blue hole I’ve ever seen! The water around the hole was barely ankle deep, yet in the hole we could see yellow tangs, parrotfish, sargent majors, and some varieties we don’t yet know!

We spent some time with Bret and Kristin and saw the pieces coming out of their plaster shells.

On our last morning in Little Harbor we took a walk along a residential road.  One property had quite an elaborate tropical garden.

The weather is decidedly different now, and we’re not sure if it’s because we are now in the Abacos or because it’s now April….or both!  We’ve had some terrific squalls that brought lots of rain, the first we’ve had in almost four months.  On our walk we found some orchids that we think are Epidendrums that are just now setting buds.  I guess the wet season will be here soon….and then the hurricanes!

We have spent two days in Marsh Harbor, provisioning, doing laundry, and  Bob found a barber!…his first haircut since December!  He is thrilled, but I thought his longer hair was quite cute! While Marsh Harbor did not inspire us to take photographs, I am thrilled beyond words to now have onboard two avocados, several tomatoes, and a green pepper!  Can you say guacamole?? We may now have enough lemons and limes to last ’til I leave! Even better than that are clean sheets and towels!  And Marsh Harbor has a lovely spot to relax called Curly Tails!

Yesterday we wandered into Curly Tails for the second time in late afternoon and saw on TV the coverage of the Boston Marathon tragedy.  Being in this simple place, where people have so little and yet, on the whole, are so thankful for their little piece of home, it seems impossible that there could be such malice in the world.  I cannot fathom it.

Shortly we will head to Hopetown.