We only hung out in Georgetown for a week before the tasty lobsters of the Jumentos were calling us back so loudly that we HAD to sail back down. Several trips to Exuma Market then we were ready to up anchor to go fish our faces off.
This trip we traveled with our good friends from Charleston, Island Time and Toes in the Water. Then we rendezvoused with Everlong and Bijou de la Mer and had ourselves a TIME. We fell into an awesome rhythm – the mornings were spent schooling while the rest of the crew went out fishing. After lunch we explored the deserted islands waiting to see what the ocean had provided us for dinner. Evenings were spent sharing the daily catch together and watching the moonrise. Pretty dang fun. Logan celebrated another trip around the sun surrounded by happy friends and more fresh seafood than we could eat.
The last time we made the trek down, the winds were super light. Not the case this time around – we finally got to SAIL. A lot. It got a little bumpy with strong trade winds right on the beam, but totally worth it to make the hop between islands without the hum of the engines in the background.
Our sail from Water Cay back to Georgetown was charted to be 60 miles this time. The previous trips we had been able to use Hog Cut – but that guy is shaaaaaallow. We need to hit it pretty close to high tide in order to have enough water under the keel. This time the high tides were early in the morning and in the evening, so we had to sail around the island via the Comer Channel. 60 miles is a long day sail for us, so we upped anchor at first light in order to make it back to Georgetown to catch the Super Bowl (priorities!).
As much as we all love the ocean, we all really love the mountains. We have been living on anchor since November and a little boat break sounded pretty nice. We also missed grandparents, had an 8th birthday on the horizon, AND our visas were about to expire. So we spent the next week tackling boat chores and tucking Tideye in for a couple weeks without us.
Being back on land is such a bizarre thing. We’ve been here for a week now and it feels so completely normal and entirely foreign at the same time. I appreciate every long hot shower, but I miss watching the sunrise each morning. I love walking down the aisles at Target, but my feet feel a little cramped in shoes. I can’t tell you how great it is to hug friends and family, but I constantly wonder what our boat friends are up to and if we are missing out on anything cool. I guess that’s why it is important for us to do a little of both. We still have a week before we head home, but I’m already checking the weather forecasts for Exuma. Just a little boat break.