|Island Spirit, one of the many commercial ferries here.|
Along the way she dropped her hook in the bite off West End, Mangrove Cay, and Great Sale Cay, all places she had stopped last year. Those three days of sailing were romps in three to five foot seas while hard on the wind. Sometimes so hard on the wind that motoring was the only option, but whenever she could make way under sail, heeled hard, water washing down the deck, flying everything she could carry, she did. Like last year, two days were spent in Great Sale. We were a bit behind in housekeeping and boat work, and also a bit weary from a series of sunrise “anchors up” to late afternoon cold ones.
|Sunset at Great Sale Cay|
|A cloud formation that Tim would have flown through in days gone by.|
|Full moon over Great Sale Cay|
|Henry the Cape Horn wind vane.|
I don't really know where that puts us, but, where ever it is, it is a good place to be.
|Headsail poled out always gives us an extra knot in speed.|
|Still can't get used to looking down and seeing the rudder.|