Taua’s return was a wonderful sight for us. Nicole was nearly beside herself, she was so happy. Unfortunately for Taua they had steering trouble, which was the reason for their sudden reappearance. On the positive note Boyd was able to help identify the problem. They were able to order a part and receive it in a very short period of time and now are ready to sail again. They kindly offered to stay until we were also repaired. Their part came in and repairs were made on Monday and our part was in and repairs were made on Wednesday. Now, since everyone is clear to go to the Exumas as soon we will leave as soon as the weather allows.

Meantime the girls have not eaten dinner apart once. They are together as much as we will allow them to be and they are entirely happy. Sleepovers have begun to be the hallmark of our stay here at Marsh Harbor as, for the girls at least, it has turned into one big play date run on. Did I mention how happy we are that they returned?!!

Looks like the weather will be cooperative by the weekend and we’ll try to move down to Little Harbor then. Little Harbor is the end of the inside in the Sea of Abaco. In fact we can’t get into Little Harbor and will have to anchor outside. That’s the way it is over here. 5.5 ft draft and some places you just can’t get to. For the most part though it hasn’t held us back. I wouldn’t want to try to see this area with a deeper draft though. It’s a squeeze sometimes even for us.

Well it had to happen eventually and today’s the day. Taua, the boat with Nicole’s friend Claudia on it left the marina. It’s been a sad day aboard Passages as Nicole’s 10 year old friend Claudia left the dock headed for the Exumas. We can’t go with them because our part still hasn’t come in and there is only a small weather window to cross from Abacos to Eleuthera so they decided to get out. I don’t blame them.

From where we are, in Marsh Harbor, you have to go out of the Sea of Abaco to get to the Exumas. In fact you have to go out of the “Little Harbor Cut” which is similar to the Whale. This means that the same weather conditions that impact the passage conditions at the Whale impact the Little Harbor Cut. Everyone has to wait for decent weather and good sea conditions to leave the Sea of Abaco and start off to Eleuthera or the Exumas.

Taua saw a two day weather window with North wind and a good sea state and they decided to go for it. We were all so sad to see them go. Peter and Boyd get along well and talk incessantly about engines, steering and all manner of boat stuff. I enjoy Monica’s company equally as she is such a gentle person, never flustered and very easy going.

After just a night and a morning without having Taua around I was already asking Boyd when we could leave just so we could catch up with Taua. Nicole missed Claudia that much. We started school and I found myself unable to offer the carrot, “As soon as you finish you can go play with Claudia” as I had just the day before. It’s probably the most difficult part of this trip, meeting people that you really like, not just interesting but fascinating people with whom conversation just seems to flows effortlessly and then moving on.

As tough as it is for us it’s harder for the kids as we can have the perspective that we will perhaps meet again, stay in touch, or meet someone else that is just as interesting, compatible or nice in the next anchorage.

Nicole was laboring through her school work as I went up on deck to hang out the laundry (at least the breeze taking Taua to the Exumas could dry some laundry for us). Can you imagine my surprise when I looked off our port rail to see what appeared to be Taua. Not willing to sound the alarm without being entirely sure I was right I put down the laundry and went to the cockpit to get the binoculars. Before I could get them out I became convinced that it was safe to announce the Return of Taua.

Marsh Harbor is full of “two blender” boats. Oh, you don’t know this term, two-blender boat; well it’s probably because it’s a faithism. It’s an old category of boats that have been seen and recognized by many other boaters for many years but have been previously under identified. Two blender boats are often powerboats but this category is not exclusively power, some sailboats can be seen among the largest of the class. It is also possible to find monohull and catamarans this classification however cat’s are more prevalent and often come in a shorter lengths.

Two blender boats in the powerboat variety are usually over 45 ft while the catamaran may come in shorter lengths. Monohulls in the two-blender boat genius nearly always come in substantially larger sizes, 65 ft or over.

Two blender-boats are created when the owner of the craft makes the decision that their boat is of the size that requires, nay demands two blenders. Most of the rest of us, on boats of more modest lengths wrestle with the decision, do we bring a Crockpot or not, what about the stand mixer? Maybe the hand mixer, or the rice cooker, should be left behind.

The decision is influenced primarily by the size of your boat and the amount of storage available. The first requirement of a two-blender boat is that the boat is large enough to store 2 blenders. Second the boat’s owner must be of the ilk to prioritize dedicating the available space for storing blenders rather than something else. By default this means that the blender is high enough on the priorities list to demand two.For the owner of a two blender boat there is the need, or perceived need to have either one blender and a backup or actually to have two blenders going at one time on the boat. This is a big, party boat.

Today as we were leaving our little slice of paradise (okay not ours exactly) but we get to look at it and dingy to it and swim from it (and move pianos onto it) we were all very sad. The weather however, has decided to become crazy windy tomorrow. Our little cove at Manjack has been great for us so far but it doesn’t have the protection from the NW winds and that’s why we have to leave. The prediction is that a front is coming in that will bring with it winds up to 40 knots and that’s just more than we want to sit through here. The anchorage will become bouncy and that much wind might cause us to drag our anchor.

Normally if we knew there was a big wind coming we could compensate by putting out more scope on the anchor we already have out or even putting out another anchor. The bottom at Manjack however, is sand over a layer of old coral so while the anchor may set seemingly well, if the winds are significant and a lot of strain is put on the line/chain the anchor only has 6 inches or a foot to dig in to after that it will hit the old coral and pop clear. If that happens, as it would, when the weather is bad it would be nearly impossible to re-anchor under the new, worse conditions. So of all our options running seemed the wisest thing to do. So we did, we pulled up anchor and headed for Treasure Cay.

Treasure Cay is on the “mainland” side of Abaco and is a much more protected area especially in a NW blow. First where the marinas and anchorage are is inside a small cove with a very narrow entrance so that reduces the rough water. Secondly the larger portion of the land is on the side where this wind will be coming from so the land will give us some additional protection from the wind.

Treasure Cay is farther into the Abacos than we have been yet. One reason for that is because we so enjoyed Manjack Cay so very much. Another reason for our delay in exploring further into the Abacos is because just below Green Turtle Cay is a section that the locals call The Whale. So that you get a better idea of the significance of “The Whale” I’ll tell you that there is a local report about “The Whale” that is given daily. If it’s a bad day at The Whale, it’s called a “Rage” and no one goes through. In fact the school aged kids who live on Green Turtle Cay and are past 6th grade have to go to school in Treasure Cay (the other side of The Whale) and if there is a “Rage” on the ferry doesn’t run and the kids can’t go to school; the Bahamian equivalent of a snow day.

Well fortunately we made it through The Whale with no problem, as we left enough before the weather to get through when the swells were only 1 ft. Boyd was a little tense even still as the cut that goes out into the Atlantic Ocean to go around The Whale is through coral heads and is very narrow and shallow. With just a 1 ft swell the ocean lifts and pushes the boat sideways with every wave.

I can’t even imagine what it’s like on the days the ferry doesn’t run, on a day like today. Two days after the big wind the swells were reported to be down to 8-12 ft. As we went through the cut around The Whale the 1 ft swells were causing waves to crash 4-6 ft up the island. I could see from the line of black running the length of the island that nothing grew in many areas along the whole island lower than 30-35 ft up and in from the water line.

Once on the “other” side of The Whale I was much more relaxed as most of my concerns centered on getting past that sticky point before the weather came in. As it turned out letting down my guard just after The Whale was premature and ill advised.

We had sailed through The Whale fine and were taking down the sails, (mizzen, jib and staysail, for those of you that are taking notes) and were just passing the first set of posts into the narrow and serpentine channel entering Treasure Cay when it happened.

It was windy, 20-25 knots by now, and the waves had picked up as a result. Still I was feeling pretty good as we were almost into this protected harbor and the sails were down and suddenly Boyd shattered all my warm fuzzy feelings by shouting, “We have no steering, we have to abort”. With 20-25 knots and no steering we “aborted” our negotiation of the narrow entrance to Treasure Cay narrowly missing the most southerly post as we backed into the wind with no rudder control.

Not knowing why we had once again lost rudder control we all scrambled for our posts. Paul and I who had been tying on dock lines on and putting fenders out quickly changed posts to man the anchor. Nicole hurried below to get the hand held VHF so we could announce our new condition and her life jacket. Boyd valiantly did his best to keep us backing out of the shallows and away from the island that the wind was trying to push us on to. On Boyd’s command Paul dropped the anchor and put out as much scope as we dared to try to keep us from dragging and yet not allow us to swing into too shallow water.

It was a harrowing time! Once we got the anchor down I cleared the main cabin and Boyd dove down below to try to ascertain what the cause of the loss of steering was. All the while the boat was again drawing closer to the shallows as the anchor kept catching and releasing. After what seemed an interminable amount of time Boyd reappeared, just in time to tell us that we were too close to the shallow water (something Paul and I had been yelling below somewhat urgently for several minutes) and we would have to pull the anchor and reset until he could try to fix the problem.

Over the next 10 minutes we reset the anchor and Boyd refilled the hydraulic fluid canister and within a few minutes we had steering back. After a couple of tests Boyd was satisfied that we had steering back. We pulled up the anchor and resumed our course into the marina. Inside of half an hour we were tied to a dock safe and sound.

The cause of the problem turned out to be two pinhole leaks in a hydraulic hose that had caused the total amount of fluid leaked down to a level that was insufficient to maintain pressure and thus caused us to loose steerage. By refilling the hydraulic fluid canister Boyd was able to recharge the system and regain control. We stayed two days in Treasure Cay as the winds blew through.

I for one was happy to be safely tied to the dock, and not to have to worry about steering problems or wind or dragging anchors. After having refilled the water tanks, dumping the trash and taking advantage of the marina showers we have moved on to Marsh Harbor where we may be able to find new hydraulic hose to complete the repair correctly.

The rhythm of life has been different since we arrived in the Bahamas. For the last 3 months, while making our way down the coast and through the ICW, and for the 14 months before that working incessantly to try to get this to all come together we have been at a frenetic pace. Days at home before we left were filled with work, personal commitments, hours of sanding, varnishing, sewing and fiberglassing. Often times Boyd and I would work a full day at work and then labor well into the night on one project or another trying desperately to finish in time to leave Maine.

Even once we left the urgency to make tracks south influenced our every waking moment. Frankly by that time (November) it sometime influenced our sleeping moments too as the temperature in the cabin dropped below 40 degrees at night. We were nearly manic to reach climates more conducive to, well living, more comfortably.

When we got as far as Georgia we changed focus and began to prepare for the jump to the Bahamas and while the focus shifted it was still an all consuming push to accomplish the task at hand. Ordering spare parts, anticipating issues with paperwork, straightening out medical stuff and tying up our rentals back in Maine so as to not have too many problems while we were out of the country made for busy days and nights.

Now we are here, we have made it to the Bahamas and suddenly the focus has changed. There is no urgency to go anywhere or to do much of anything. Most of the systems that needed to get done were completed back on the main land or we are going to just live with it until we get back. It’s like going from 100 mph to 0 and it’s a bit odd but I think I could get used to it! We have been snorkeling, hiking, swimming, and just walking on the beaches.
Yesterday however, was different, we saw an inflatable head out to our boat on plane and the person aboard asked us to turn on our radio for a call. We did and within moments the radio was squawking with information. Apparently there was a piano, yes, you heard me correctly a grand piano being delivered to the island and there was a general call for assistance to get it from the barge to it’s final destination. Within minutes of the call we heard the chugging of another engine and popping our heads out of the companion way we saw the barge approaching.

Quickly grabbing the camera and a few other items like work gloves and life jackets we made a dive for our trusty inflatable, Puddles, and we were off. The house that the piano was going to was across the island so after making it to shore we quickly hiked the 3 or so miles to the other house just in time to find the barge offloading huge boxes with a forklift. More than one of those boxes was enormous and we watched and helped as most of them were placed on the second story suspended porch.

Finally the piano was loaded onto the porch. Now we just had to figure out how to get it into the second floor loft a full story and a half above where it was, using only people power and without the benefit of a staircase. Fortunately many of the cruisers and all of the island inhabitants had come to help.

So yesterday, rather than working on the boat, swimming, snorkeling or walking on the beaches, we moved a piano. Nothing we’d ever have imaged we’d be doing when we woke up that morning but it was very rewarding. I’m sure we’ll all remember the day we moved the grand piano on Manjack Cay in the Bahamas.

Honestly not much time has gone by since we arrived in the Bahamas, less than a week actually but I’ve been pestering the guys to get me some local fish or lobsters pretty much constantly. Today Paul was invited to go “lobstering” with one of the semi-permanent cruisers. Their boat is Jazz, a 28 ft sailboat that came with a couple of kids (practically they are only 23 years old) all the way from France. Jeremy invited Paul and in the end, when he couldn’t get Jeremy’s boat going Boyd, Paul and Jeremy all went lobstering in our dinghy. They were gone several hours but came back with a cooler full of beautiful lobster.

Never having had Bahamian lobster before I was surprised when they cleaned them raw at the dock. In Maine we leave the lobsters whole until they are cooked and then clean them prior to eating them. Not one to look a free lobster in the face I decided to cook it the best I could and parboiled the tails first (as I don’t have a steamer on board) and then cutting them nearly in half down the middle stuffed butter into the slots and broiled them for a few minutes. I used the two cooking methods because I didn’t want to loose all the flavor of the lobster to the boiling water and I didn’t want to broil all the moisture out to the tails before we got to eat them.

It turned out to be an excellent choice. We had moist, sweet, buttery lobster for dinner at next to no cost. What a yummy treat!

Since we have arrived in the Bahamas I have yet to purchase any food (due to the prices and availability) so being able to eat something we catch is practical for both an economic and logistical reasons. Did I mention it’s also been yummy?! Anything we can catch and eat is one less thing that has to come out of the larder and that means we can stay just a little longer on the food stocks that I brought from Florida.

Are you buying what I’m selling? I love lobster and nearly any fresh seafood, heck the conch was great! I’d be happy to have it 3-4 times a week to cook with and to eat. Its very practical but it’s such a treat as well. I really can’t wait to talk someone into fishing, but for now I’ll be very happy with lobster and conch and anything else I can get my hands/teeth on.

Thanks to Paul, Boyd and Jeremy I’m certain we will be having lobster dinner again soon. I will be looking for a Hawaiian spear as soon as we find an island with stores again. Jeremy had some extras so we were able to borrow his to catch these lobsters but we will need our own once we leave Manjack. Believe me when I say that it’s at the top of my list of things to get!

Back to Manjack, remember Manjack? The little harbor with just a couple of houses that we were nearly forced to stay at before we got in to Green Turtle Cay. Well today Paul announced “I’d be fine if we stayed here a month”. Actually we’ve been here 3 days already and no one seems to feel the need to rush anywhere else.

It’s really a little slice of paradise, and it’s in the Bahamas! It has a lovely little harbor which seems comfortable enough in most weather. It has multiple beaches, which are all seemingly fantastically amazing. There are more white sandy beaches covered in wonderful sea creatures and littered with discarded shells within a 10 minute dinghy ride of here than there are in the state of Maine, sorry Maine!

Day before yesterday we walked to “Ocean Beach” on the other side of the island. We found it completely deserted, not a person anywhere. Yesterday we dinghied around and checked out the mangrove swamps, here the ocean almost divides the island through the middle. We also went back to the closest beach and met the entire population of the cove, one couple and a single guy.

Leslie and Bill are super and very generous with their time and island. They have gone to great lengths to cut back the dense foliage on the island and create paths from one side to the other. Leslie was also kind enough to show me her extensive gardens and then we went up to the house for a “limeade” with lilicoi. It was such a treat! Boyd talked to John, the only other inhabitant of the island and said he seems in total sync with Leslie and Bill. What a really nice place to live. Leslie and Bill have been here for 18 years.

Today we decided to try to “live off the land” a bit as we still haven’t gone fishing I did manage to talk Paul and Boyd into helping me look for some lobsters. Apparently they are all around down here and as long as you don’t scuba dive for them it’s okay. Since we don’t have scuba equipment that’s fine with me.

We went to the south end of the island through the cut to the mangroves and anchored the dinghy just off shore. It was a somewhat protected area that was only between 2 and 6 ft deep. Bill and Leslie, while not giving up any “secret spot” were kind enough to point us in the right direction.

We all got out the snorkeling gear and looked around. It was awesome and the kids loved it. No lobsters even showed though and while we saw some rather delishious looking fish (they nearly all look good enough to eat to me) we aren’t allowed to spearfish and we didn’t have any poles with us so we started home empty handed.

Nicole and I convinced Boyd to pull over to check out another beautiful sandy beach before we made it back to Passages and we must have spent 3 or 4 hours there picking up star fish, conch and sea biscuits. In the end we came home with 2 conch big enough to eat and a shell that’s huge (someone else dined on that one). What a fun filled, exhausting day it was.

Boyd cleaned the conch while I determined the best potential cooking options based on our current larder. Eventually, once Boyd managed to get the buggers out of the shell I prepared it. We had a Conch Fritter feast. Boyd, who must have been a bit discussed at the idea of eating the rather large slimy snail like creatures was amazed at how good dinner was. Everyone ate their fill and I was happy, not as happy as if I’d had lobsters to prepare, but really it was cool to find our own dinner.

Not that any of you out there have any extra conch that needs eating but just because you might be interested here’s a recipe of how I prepared the conch. Most of you know that Boyd is gluten intolerant so the flour I used is Gluten Free. It was, delicious, amazingly so if you’d have seen what they looked like before I cooked them.

I’m attaching the photos from the last several days just because “you’ve got to see this place to believe it”!