Day 82 Boat tales and storm prep
Seeking Shelter
We’ve been anchored at Little Harbor Cay, but with a storm brewing we’re heading to Marsh Harbor for protection. Chris Parker, our marine meteorologist, is calling for winds and thunderstorms gusting up to 40 mph—time to tuck in somewhere safer.
Boat Projects
The past couple of days have been all about maintenance: patching the dinghy, scrubbing inside and out, and battling the endless salt. Salt on clothes is its own lesson—turns out they won’t dry properly unless rinsed in fresh water, which we’re carefully conserving.
Boat Tales
Since Christmas, our nightly ritual has been cozying up with The Sopranos DVDs. Sometimes one episode, sometimes three, sometimes rewatching when someone nodded off. Many times, I got so wrapped up, I forgot I was on a boat at all. We finally finished the series—well, technically the night before, since we fell asleep and had to rewatch the finale. Now we’re left wondering: what’s next? We’ve got Breaking Bad (already seen), 24, and a few odds and ends, but nothing that excites me. Any suggestions?
Laundry Lessons
After cleaning the conch, I wiped out the bin with a dish towel. That towel went into my laundry bag, and soon everything smelled awful. Steve helped me track down the culprit, and everything in the laundry bag had to soak in Pine-Sol. Two days later the clothes were dry—still faintly Pine-Sol scented and put into a new laundry bag. The towel and one pair of socks (already shrunk to infant size thanks to the Georgetown dryer) didn’t survive.
Night Visitors
Saturday night brought a new kind of excitement: a large, flying black bug dive-bombed me in bed. It fluttered past, tangled in my hair, then crawled along the walls and floor.
Steve eventually caught it, but I barely slept even with the light on as I was reliving the events. We’ve seen water bugs before, but this one flew—so is there such a thing as a flying water bug?
Shore Adventure
Friends anchored nearby invited us to Pete’s Café last night, about a 2.5-mile dinghy ride. They drove and we went crossing the open channel. It took 50 minutes in swells, foul-weather jackets, and plenty of spray. The ride back was smoother, but still—another adventure logged and grateful for these adventuresome friends!
Typical Bahamian Bar- Pete's
Stay safe NC friends and family ..thinking of you with the storm on its way!
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