Today we left George Town, on the first leg of our trip to the Ragged Islands. When we went up into the cockpit at 10:30 am to begin our preparations for leaving we saw dark clouds to our north. We checked the radar and it indicated that the squall was moving our way. We were able to get ahead of it and—although there were squalls around us most of the day—we never got wet. We timed our departure to get through the shallow Comer Channel at about mid-tide and to arrive at our planned destination around sunset. We looked longingly at Hog Cay Cut, a shortcut that would have reduced the trip by half. Even at high tide, however, we would have had just inches beneath our keel. Too close for our comfort.
Sunset from our anchorage on the south side of Little Exuma Island.
Squalls to the east at sunset.
Since my brother left two days ago we have been doing laundry at a laundromat, shopping for fruits and vegetables, buying gas and diesel, dumping trash, and giving each other long-overdue haircuts.
The squall chasing us as we left George Town.
Sunset from our anchorage on the south side of Little Exuma Island. Squalls to the east at sunset.
You and George were mentioned today in our fiber class. The topic was what an accomplished seamstress you are. When you are back home, I may ask you to help me cut my bangs since I now know you are a hairdresser/barber as well.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, Grace. But you may want to check my barber skills before I start cutting your bangs!
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