Wednesday, March 17, 2010

From: Big Majors Spot N24 1.327 /W076 27.537
To: Allens Cay N24 44.952/W076 50.261
Miles Traveled: Around 48nm Winds: Light & Variable from the NE
Start/Finish: 9:08am/5:00pm

It was mostly cloudy all day today. We originally started out for Shroud Cay but the weather was so mild and seas so calm we ended up going further to Allen’s Cay. This year you need to take advantage of the nice weather for traveling whenever you can get it. This has been the year of ducking out of the fronts and hiding from the weather!

It was so calm out; I could walk to the bow, look down 20 feet into the clear, emerald green water and see yellow sand with tufts of sea grass and large orange starfish crawling along the bottom. Later in the day, the gray cloudy skies blended with the water so well that you couldn’t tell where the sky ended and the water began. It was so strange to look out and not be able to pick out the horizon. The calm gray afternoon got me to thinking about what awaits us back home. Home… There’s an interesting concept. How do you go back home when you no longer know where home is? I feel so divided. How does the thought go? Home is no longer a place but a concept that exists somewhere in time and space?

What do you do when you can no longer envision the future, see the present or care about the past? It feels like there’s no binding to the ties that remain back home. There are no bindings to the people that we meet here so many hellos and goodbyes…

I hate goodbyes… Some goodbyes come so hard because you know that it’s permanent. I heard one guy on the radio saying goodbye to another guy. He said that they’d meet their next new best friend in the next anchorage. What a strange state to be in, in this vagabond way of life. What do you do when you can no longer envision the future, see the present or care about the past? Only the present exists. In the absence of dreams we don’t really live, we only exist. I want to live. I want to continue to dream. I hope that the end of this trip is not the end of a dream that was started…the path home feels difficult this year. At least spring awaits me. I do love spring in the hills. Okay – enough of my moping…

I made a beef with mushrooms and onions in gravy and we had that on top of mashed potatoes with corn on the side. During dinner, we saw a boat coming in with a Great Britain flag. The voice was so familiar, I had to look over and watch them come in. “Up there dear, next to Kolibrie. Not to close though…” He looked familiar… As the boat turned to come around and anchor, I had to laugh – It was Baroness from Deltaville! We hadn’t seen them since we were on the hard in Deltaville! We shouted out greetings and quick catch-ups then let them settle in - in peace while we finished our supper. They made it in right before dark and are still in the process of moseying down toward Trinidad for Hurricane Season.

It was quite a rolly evening… and managed to get more so. At 11:00pm we swung the wrong way and were pushed onto the sandbar. So now it was a rolllly and bumpy night. Tide goes out, we go bump – there was a 3.9-foot tidal difference tonight. We must be coming off a new moon or at a new moon. I’ve been negligent in checking lately…