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Travel Blogs from Green Turtle Cay
OUR ADVENTURE BEGINS
... toast to our successful crossing. Dot, Jack’s crew tells about life in DC. She is an inspiration. At 69 s he climbs around the boat and on and off the ladders with the rest of us. We are exhausted again. I sleep all night.
So, what have we been doing for 3 months? Some days it felt like we would never get away from the marina. Cruising the Bahamas was just an elusive dream. For anyone who thinks this is a romantic vacation and Chad and I are ...
Yeah - At last we made it !!!!!!
Well hello to all.
We departed West Palm Beach at midnight on New Years Day. We had three hours of sleep before pulling up anchor and heading out into the "inky black".
To be honest, once we hit the calmer waters of the Little Bahama Bank I had forgotten about all the unpleasantness we had along the way. I do remember the slaps of water underneath Windwalker and Skye looking at me with her big eyes saying "what's going on?" But once day break ...
Thankful on Thanksgiving
... 8211; there aren’t many on Elbow Cay – to the marina, leaving our carts in the public parking lot at the edge of town. Back on Wild Cat, we rested and nibbled. Towards evening, Paul, Pas and I walked to the lighthouse (new clouds had developed, so the lighting was no good for photographs but lovely for walking), passing through the boatyard, which was fun. Pas became fascinated by the amount of engine power many of the fishing ...
Manjack Nature Trail
... flat. As we sailed past No Name Cay and Green Turtle Cay, we could see storm clouds gathering on the horizon. Just as we approached the top of Manjack Cay, and our planned anchorage, we were hit by a squall. The squall was definitely strong enough that we put up the dodger, so that the helmsman could see what was up ahead. The squall passed quickly, though, and the rain had stopped completely before we entered the small bay.
Another cat was already ...
ESCAPE FROM THE BAHAMAS!
May 23, 2009 - Escape from the Bahamas Ahhhh, it's like getting two guard dogs drunk so they'll lie down and let you sneak out! That's what it has felt like trying to find a window to cross back to the US. Actually, we're still trying to get out of this marina! Finally, a passage window seems to have surfaced, the guard dogs are going to sleep and we're going to slip off the Bank and get to the Gulf Stream on Tuesday ...