The First Days

It’s my third night on our boat in the Bahamas, and I finally feel like taking the time to write about it a bit.

Getting here was pretty easy, if long. I flew into Ft Lauderdale on Northwest. I don’t know why it makes sense to go from San Diego to Ft Lauderdale by way of Detroit, but that’s the way it works. It took from noon to midnight, and no, of course the airline doesn’t serve meals any more. They claim that they can’t afford it. The flight was full. Can somebody explain how they lose money when they sell out all their flights? No? I didn’t think so. Oh well, I’m just a passenger.

I stayed overnight in Ft. Lauderdale and continued on to the Bahamas on a small turboprop. Now that was more interesting. I sat next to a retired navy captain (Med corp) who was flying with two of her employees on some project in the Bahamas. When I asked her what they do, she said “Stuff!” and refused to elaborate. She was quite familiar with the area and told me a lot about it. I was fascinated by how shallow the seas in the area are. I sort of knew it, given the name and pictures I’d seen, but seeing it with my own eyes is different.

Anyway, I made contact with the boat with no trouble, discovered that my cell phone works at least some places in the Bahamas, and got on board the Roseate about 1:30 Sunday afternoon. My brother Charlie and his wife Donna were aboard, along with their dog Guaba, a Yorkshire Terrier with a strange-looking but practical haircut. We spent the night at an anchorage across the harbor (Stocking Island) with plans to pick up a replacement outboard for the dinghy in the morning, then head out for a southern island. The motor was stuck in Ft. Lauderdale waiting for an invoice, but we started off anyway.

It was a long and bouncy trip. Charlie claims that Roseate is more stable than the average trawler, and I have no reason to doubt him, but it was still a very bouncy trip. We did find a nice place (Dollar Harbor) to spend the night, and I caught up on some of my missing sleep. It was also, not entirely incidentally, beautiful. Even the bouncy part was beautiful. This isn’t a terribly fast way to travel, and sometimes it’s not terribly comfortable, but it is interesting, and when we aren’t actually bouncing around it’s restful.


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