Back to Crooked Island that is. Some of you who know sailing and the islands, may have wondered why we had ventured off north so early! We traveled 135 miles northeast and in the wrong direction 2 days before the big storm (forecasted wind gusts up to 40 knots) to take shelter at Cat Island. From there, Daubie departed us, back to cold Port Townsend, WA, and we hunkered down until the storm passed, feeling sorry for ourselves that it was too cold to swim (70F). Well to be honest, we did dip in a few times, but we didn’t spend the usual hour upon hour of swimming and snorkeling.
That is neither here nor there; the story I want to tell is our return out to the “Out Islands” – Crooked Island to be exact.
|Mike at the helm, leaving Cat Island|
The trip to Clarence Town was a great sail (meaning we were making good speed – 6+ knots), but the day was long and ruff. We traveled 80 miles in 16 hours with seas 6-9 feet, the boat rocking and winds up to 20 knots. To say the least, it picked us up and spit us out, comfort level a 4 on a scale of 1-10. We arrived at 7pm, in the dark, and set anchor. No fish to report – Mike will comment on that later.
The next day was Mike’s birthday (March 12th) and we celebrated in Clarence Town with rainsqualls and clouds. The winds picked up and we hunkered down again, this time in Clarence Town. No one wants to leave a comfortable anchorage when seas are approaching to 9 feet. We explored Clarence Town, this time by foot and dingy. A grouper, a grunt and 4 conch to report.
|Mike with grouper|
|Relaxing on the beaches near Clarence Town|
We re-read the charts and noticed the comment “The Little Harbor entrance will be impassable during windy or large swell conditions“. Needless to say, the swells were large that day and we didn’t want to risk entering the harbor and not being able to leave, so we took a 180-degree turn and headed 30 miles due east – to Crooked Island.
This sail was much smother than the last and we made it to Crooked in 5 hours traveling an average of 6 knots. The great part about the sail was that we could actually sail comfortably heading due east (sailing this direction is rare because the prevailing wind is out of the east). We anchored 30 minutes past dusk, in the dark, again. Exhausted, we crashed out early; tomorrow would be our 6-month anniversary and 3-month mark in the Bahamas.
And we’re back. Back to Crooked Island after two long, sporadic travel days. We had not entirely planned to be here, but we are both glad are.
|Tranquility Bay - out front of restaurant on Crooked Island|
|Restaurant at Tranquility Bay|
|Overlooking the sound|
|The sound - one of our stops on the road trip with Nappy & Trevor|
|Track picture of the Father|
|Being the track fan, I had to take a photo|
When we made it back to the boat, around 5pm, we had invited Nappy and Trevor to go for a sail. They were not only enthusiastic about going sailing, but said that it made their dreams come true.