UPDATE: Stuart Florida - Pictures of Sunset Bay Marina

Despite some cold and windy days we are really enjoying our stay here in Stuart, Florida. Here are a few photo’s I took this morning from the Roosevelt Bridge. Sunny and 82 degrees.

Click on the photo’s to zoom in and pan. 

HEADLINE: New Ice Age Starts in Florida

Monday Dec 13, 2010

Yes, the land of Grapefruit , Oranges and Alligators  is now the land of ice and cold. Damn Global Warming, oops, I mean Climate Change. Sorry Al.                                    
We are looking for investors to invest in the construction of the 1^st Snow Skiing Resort in the Great State of Florida. Anyone in? 
Gee, I lost my train of thought for a minute. Must be hypothermia creeping in. Seriously though, it’s been freaking cold and the wind has been blowing so hard I didn’t even have to shave for a couple days. Clocked 47 kts of wind on Monday and woke up to 30 deg temp Tuesday morning. That’s 2 whole degrees below freezing with a 15 kt wind to boot. We looked at our tickets we bought to Florida (just kidding) and it said "Welcome to Sunny Florida, your warm home away from home". Oh well, maybe we'll get a partial refund. 


Blue Skies, Crystal Clear Water and White Sandy Bottoms are on the way. Stay tuned.

St. Augustine to Stuart – Thanksgiving in Vero Beach

Ships Log - Monday, November 15^th we were up early (6:30 am) and underway to Titusville 39.5 nautical miles away on the awesome Indian River. This section of the waterway is chocked full of wildlife. The North Indian River, south of New Smyrna has dolphin, manatee, eagles, ospreys, pelicans and many, many other species of water fowl. It is one of our favorite stretches. We arrived in Titusville by 2:30 pm and had showers on shore and dinner on the boat. We ran into Santa who was having a little R&R before making his run on Christmas.

 

Tuesday, November 16^th we stayed at the dock as there was supposed to be a front coming through. It was a gorgeous day and we walked to downtown area for lunch at a local diner. We hit the Save-a-lot for a few items and I got a much needed hair cut on the way back to the marina. We messed on the boat listening to news, music and reading books. I went below for a nap and Ginny was on the aft deck reading a book when Mike and Barb from s/v Goose Bumps came to see us. They were heading back to Daytona for a few more months of work before they hit the Bahamas in February. It was great to see them again and they stayed onboard for a couple of hours swapping stories with us.

Wednesday, I was up early writing and just after day break I heard something so I stuck my head up and found Mike leaving the light we had loaned them and taping a note on our door. We chatted for a few minutes and he was off to weigh anchor and head back to Daytona. We feel very fortunate to have met Mike and Barb and look forward to seeing them in the Bahamas. We were with Mike and Barb in the spring when we saw the launch of Space Shuttle Atlantis.

I listened and read all the weather reports I could get and decided we would shower and shove off to Melbourne as the weather was forecast to blow hard starting on Friday. We ran down the Indian River with a 15 to 20 knot wind on our back all the way to Melbourne and anchored south of the Melbourne Indian River Bridge causeway. This was the night we earned our wings (see our previous post about the Osprey).

Thursday we weighed anchor early and moved down to Vero Beach. It was a good run and another good day on the water. On this section of the ICW the homes are awesome and we always enjoy gawking at them. We picked up mooring #57 in the north mooring field, our favorite spot at Vero. We like this spot because of all the wildlife and the views.

The next few days we enjoyed hanging out at the marina, hitting the beach and shopping. Monday, November 22^nd Bill Bartlett on s/v “Memento Mori” arrived in Vero. We spent part of the summer in Brunswick on dock 7 with Bill and will never be able to repay him for all the car trips and selfless deeds he did to help us. It was good to see Bill again and we looked forward to celebrating Thanksgiving together.

Vero Beach Municipal Marina was packed to the hilt with cruisers heading south. On most moorings there were 3 boats rafted together. We signed up for the cruisers Thanksgiving Dinner which was held at the Riverside House. It was amazing to see how this event came together. 140 + people celebrated together with everyone bringing a covered dish. On Thursday before Thanksgiving there were only 4 people signed up on the signup sheet! The food was awesome and the event was a very memorable one indeed. Our table was #8 and we had crew members from “Sirius Endeavour” (Don and Ellen Freeman), “Memento Mori” (Bill Bartlett), “Precosious” (Susan and Wayne), “Talisa” (Joan and Duncan Ellison) and “Wind Dust” (me and Ginny).

After Thanksgiving and while we were still in Vero we enjoyed having dinner with Bill Bartlett (Memento Mori) and his visiting sister Carolyn.

 We also met a new couple who rafted to us for a few days on sailing vessel “Odissea XX” (Laurie and Blair Aston) from Toronto, Canada. A great couple with lots of great stories and a beautiful Morgan 461. 

UPDATE: The Night We Earned Our Wings

Ships Log Wednesday November 17, 2010: Anchored safely south of the Melbourne, Florida Indian River Bridge causeway, we had just finished dinner and were getting ready to watch the TV show Survivor (at 8:00 pm) when we heard this loud noise. It sounded like the chain paying off our windless. I thought to myself “how could this be?” The anchor set well and the rope snubber was providing a cushion, the GPS says we are not moving so what in the H is going on. I went forward to have a look at the chain and snubber and to my surprise they were fine. As I turned around to go down below, I discovered the source of the sound. About 25 ft above the deck at the 1^st spreader was an Opsrey. The Osprey apparently landed in our mast rigging and got his talon caught between the two steel cable stays on the starboard side of the boat (these cables are attached to deck fittings and hold the mast in place). When he tried to fly off he flipped over and broke his leg. He was hanging upside down and couldn’t free himself.

Those of you that know me and Ginny know how much we love animals. When we realized what had happened and the sober realization hit us that more than likely this bird was going to suffer and die, we began to get sick to our stomachs. We watched and listened to the poor bird trying to free himself to no avail. His high frequency screech for help was ear piercing and each time drove a stake through our hearts. We began to hear another Osprey calling him from a distance with the same high shrill call and each time he would try to free himself.

Thinking through our options, I couldn’t come up with many that would be good for the Osprey. I decided to tape together boat hooks and pvc pipe to see if I could rig something long enough and sturdy enough to push his talon out from between the stays. From the top of the pilothouse, I steadied myself and began to try to push on his talon. The Osprey looked into my eyes as if to say “thanks for helping me”. He stayed calm and didn’t move while I tried to release him. I could barely reach the lower spreader tip where he was caught. It was apparent this was not going to work. From my bosons chair I wouldn’t be able reach him way out on the end of the spreader and even if I could I didn’t have talon gloves so I decided to call for help. As I climbed down from the cabin top, the Osprey let go a shower of you know what and the wind helped deposit it on my hat and shirt. I thought to myself this is the true definition of a shitty day.

I could hear my sweet wife praying for the Osprey as I changed hats and shirts. With new found determination, I decide to call the Coast Guard on the VHF radio to see if they could provide the phone number for Florida Fish and Wildlife. I called the Fish and Wildlife and luckily, they had a waterborne officer on duty about 45 minutes from us. While waiting for the officer to show up, I decided to see if I could rig a more sturdy pole that we could use if the officer didn’t have something more adequate. We found another boat hook and I was able to tape them together with Gorilla tape.

The F&W officer arrived around 10:30 pm and tied his boat up alongside ours. He came on board and I explained what had happened. We used spot lights and binoculars to get a better look at how the Osprey was tangled. We both agreed, the only hope was, to use the extension rod I made and see if we could push his talon free. I climbed back on top of the pilothouse and began to try to push the talon free. It was not working. The officer suggested that I push up from the opposite side just above the Osprey’s broken leg. I had thought of that earlier but couldn’t bring myself to do it. This was our only hope. I extended the rod a few more inches and got into position. I was thinking this is really going to hurt the Osprey. With a deep breath I gently pushed up on the Osprey’s thigh. About one hundredth of a second into the push the Osprey started flapping his wings and “poof” he was free and flying off into the night. I could see his broken leg as he flew away. Calmness filled the air as we all realized this was a happy ending to what could have turned out very differently for the Osprey.

The F&W officer told us the Osprey would be alright. He said he had seen many birds with only one leg and they learn how to survive just fine. We thanked the officer profusely for coming by and helped him shove off into the darkness of the Indian River. I looked at my watch and it was 11:30 pm. Ginny and I decided to have a glass of wine to help wind down from the events of the evening. As we discussed what had happened Ginny looked and me and said, “you earned your wings tonight”. Our efforts to help the Osprey fly another day made us feel really good as the rain began to fall.

UPDATE: Brunswick to St. Augustine and Great Weather

Well, Monday, November 8^th we said goodbye to summer long friends at Brunswick Landing Marina and started our 2010-2011 adventure to southern latitudes. We will miss all of our new friends we spent part of the summer with and especially friends at Dock 7. Each of the 15 docks has a covered entry way that we call the porch. It’s a great gathering place for afternoon chats, cocktails (coined “hooley dooleys”) and a great place to grill. One of the long time boat owners on dock 7 named our porch “the porch of knowledge” because many of us would come up and discuss repairs and upgrades to our boats. I think everyone who participated in the discussions benefited by expanding their knowledge base. Many thanks go out to the staff of Brunswick Landing Marina for making our stay very comfortable.

Our run from Brunswick to Fernandina Beach was a good one. We timed the tides for the trip about optimal. We stayed on a mooring in Fernandina Beach and the weather was awesome. Tuesday morning we were up and underway by 7:30 am. Our goal was to anchor north of St. Augustine Tuesday night and then move down to St. Augustine on Wednesday morning. We ran the section between the Fernandina Beach and the St. Johns River (Jacksonville) at a leisurely/cautious pace due to shoaling in the ICW. 

The anchorage on the Tolomato River we had picked was crowded so we moved down river to another anchorage picked as our bailout point. When we arrived we poked our way back into the anchorage and set the hook for the evening. We enjoyed an awesome sun set and Ginny cooked a great meal. Just after sunset and with enough light to still see, a waterman on a small boat passed by and said “it doesn’t get any better than this”. I was thinking the same thing and felt very lucky to experience nature at her finest.

We weighed anchor around 10 am and ran down to St. Augustine. A couple miles or so north of the Vilano bridge Customs and Border Patrol were practicing chase maneuvers. These guys were “hauling some butt” as they chased each other on their patrol boats equipped with (4) 250 Hp outboards engines. Rooster tails were flying high as they made tight turns and crossed their own wakes. I thought, this looks like a job I would enjoy until I remembered bullets could be added to the fun. Hats off to our CBP for the work they do to keep us safe.

We picked up our mooring at the St. Augustine Municipal Marina just before noon and lowered the dink for a run to shore. A hot shower and quick downtown tour was followed by a great late lunch at O.C Whites which we highly recommend. As forecast the wind picked up and we were glad to be on a secure mooring. The city recently constructed two mooring fields near the marina. The small field on the north side of the Bridge of Lions and the larger field on the south side near the marina. The construction of the mooring fields have done a great deal to make safe and to cleanup the area as many derelict vessels use to be anchored in these areas. The city removed the derelict vessels and has created a much safer environment for cruising vessels. The mooring fees are $20 per night and include the Marina facilities. 

Thursday morning we went ashore to the serendipitous fortune of seeing the 122 ft Schooner “Lynx” come to the main dock at the marina. “Lynx” will be staying in St. Augustine for 3 months and will be available for touring and cruises during her stay. This vessel was built in Rockport Maine and launched July 28, 2001. She is owned by The Lynx Educational Foundation and serves as a sailing classroom. If you are in St. Augustine, step back in time and visit “Lynx”. Gee – That almost sounds like a commercial. Maybe they will consider sending us some kitty cash if they see this. Lol.

The south mooring field in St. Augustine is surrounded on the east and south by shoals and on the west by land. Deep draft vessels have to enter and exit the field from the north end. Every morning while we were there, vessels would try to exit to the east and would be warned by fellow cruisers before running their vessels aground. Saturday morning one sailing vessel slipped past everyone’s attention and ran aground. Now mind you running aground here is not the end of the world. It usually only hurts one’s pride and creates a few minute delay. Well in this guys case all was good until he backed off the shoal and over one of the new heavy duty mooring balls. Somehow the prop sucked the mooring chain into the prop and wrapped it around the prop and shaft. With a loud thud (which caught Ginny’s attention) that was the end of their trip for the day and several others days until the boat could be freed, hauled and the prop and shaft repaired. They were very lucky they didn’t hole the boat and sink. We felt very sorry for the misfortunes of this couple. Regardless of our feelings, their calamity must be filed in our LLWWONOB file (Lessons Learned While Watching other Non-Observant Boaters – pronounced “el-wo-nob”). 

Friday we found an awesome Pizza Restaurant called “Pizza Time”. It’s Brooklyn style pizza by the slice on St. George Street in downtown St. Augustine. Hands down the best pizza I have had in years. Not to mention their very reasonable prices. A must try for Pizza lovers if you are in St. Augustine. 

Brunswick, Georgia 2010 Rockin' Stewbillee

UPDATE: Ready to head South, Brunswick Rockin’ Stewbillee First.

Since our last post we spent a lot of time trying to stay cool, visiting friends and family and doing boat projects while waiting out hurricane season in Brunswick. The cold weather moved in this week and our insurance company will now let us move south so we are outa here till next June. The plan is to do Thanksgiving in Vero Beach, Florida and Christmas in the Abacos. From there we plan on heading down to Eleuthera and the Exumas for the winter. We scheduled leaving today however pulled the trigger and decided to wait a couple more days to allow the weather to settle down a little. This morning we attended the Brunswick 2010 Rockin' Stewbillee on the water front. Lots of fun. There were 31 entries in the stew contest and we sampled most of them. Very, very good. The band started at 10am and laid down some good soulful grooves that fit the festival nicely. The event started with a dog show that was adorable. Across the tracks were classic cars and bikes from around Brunswick. Here are some photo's from the Stewbillee: 

Some of Our Favorite Photo's

We are currently staying in Brunswick, Georgia at the Brunswick Landing Marina for part of Hurricane Season.  We have been working on various boat projects and most of the time reading books trying to beat the heat. The weather Gods have been kind the past week or so with below normal temp’s and great weather. Here are a few of our favorite photo’s from the past couple years. More to come.

Car Trip to Jekyll Island

We are currently staying in Brunswick, Georgia at the Brunswick Landing Marina. We took a short side trip by car yesterday to get a taste of Jekyll Island.

Here are some photos from our side trip.

UPDATE: Back to the U.S. to Reckon with Hurricane Season

Our cruising insurance requires us to be north of Cumberland Island Georgia before June 1st so as much as we would like to stay it’s time to hit the road.  We thoroughly enjoyed our 5 weeks in Abaco and are planning much more time here in the future.

The weather gods created a good window to run the 180 nautical mile trip back to Vero Beach. We left Green Turtle bright and early Friday morning and enjoyed a beautiful day on the water arriving at Great Sale Cay around 3:30 pm.

I must admit we had a first time experience on this leg of the trip. I remember seeing a tee shirt that described our experience a few years back. We were about 5 miles off Great Sale Cay when I noticed a cruising power boat begin to pass us. They were a quarter mile or so off of our starboard beam. As they moved away I picked up the binoculars to read the name of the vessel. About that time their rod on the stern began to bend over. They caught a fish. Well that’s not that unusual, however seeing the woman quickly climb down from the fly bridge totally nude was. Yep, not a stitch of clothes. She grabbed the rod and it must have been a big one. The guy stopped the boat and climbed down to help out. Yep, you guessed it, not a stitch of clothes either. I thought to myself I might want to learn how to fish like that. Seems like it could be a lot of fun. Anyway, you’ve got it. The tee shirt I saw a few years ago said “Fish Naked”. While at the time I laughed and thought yeah right. These guys must have thought it was a great idea, so now we have it. People really do fish naked.

The crossing from Great Sale to Ft. Pierce Inlet had it’s moments. Most of the trip was comfortable however about 11:00 pm Saturday night the wind shifted and picked up from 10 kts south to 33 kts out of the northwest. Couldn’t have happened at a worse time. We were in the middle of the Gulf Stream and things got a little rough. Wind Dust did her job well and we pushed on despite the conditions. Around 3:00 am the wind began to die down and we were able to pick up speed to Ft. Pierce Inlet arriving there at 7:45 am. It was a beautiful sunrise on Mother’s Day Sunday and we transited the inlet to the point where we turned north on the ICW for Vero Beach. The 1^st obstacle was my favor bridge, Ft. Pierce North. This is the bridge that almost closed on us our way to the Bahamas so I’m ready when I hail the bridge tender. Well guess what. The bridge tender tells me they have had an accident and the opening will be delayed until repairmen can fix the problem. All I can hope for is no one was seriously injured and the investigation will wake up the person responsible for Florida Bridge tenders. This guy needs to retire.

After a 30 minute delay the bridge opened and we head for Vero Beach City Marina. We were on the mooring by 11:00 am and promptly crashed. The next morning we put the dinghy down and headed for bathhouse. After defuncking at the showers we headed to Publix for cheap beer. I say cheap because of the cost of beer in the Bahamas. One case of the cheapest beers was $38.00.  The Bahamas does not have sales tax or income tax. The only revenue the government collects is import duty on imported items. Next year I will repaint the waterline on Wind Dust and load her down with lots of Ship’s Store “Beer”.

UPDATE: Atlantis Rocks the House

What an awesome and proud moment to be an American. “Wind Dust” on anchor 9.4 nautical miles from Space Shuttle “Atlantis” in the Indian River prior to launch. The anchorage provided an unobstructed view of the launch and provided us with a memory that will last a lifetime. Many other vessels were anchored in the Indian River off the ICW to experience the event. We feel very, very lucky that the last flight of Space Shuttle “Atlantis” went off on time and without a hitch. The pride we felt seeing “Atlantis” take our finest space veterans into the heavens is beyond description.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

UPDATE: Unplanned Meeting of Old Friends

Hope Town, Abaco Bahamas

You can’t plan for things like this. Sometimes you just sit back and enjoy life as it comes your way. Ginny and I were sitting in Hope Town on a mooring and I decided to try the Oii Wireless internet service. It worked reasonably well and Ginny decided to email an old friend of hers who in the past came to Hope Town every year in April. Off the email goes and before we can shake a stick and (drink a couple cold ones) she gets a reply. Sure enough, Debbie and Lanse Houston are continuing their yearly trek to one of earth’s special places and they will be in Hope Town before we leave.

A little history. Ginny and Debbie have known each other since they were having babies. They worked together for many years at the same companies and Debbie is responsible for getting Ginny interested in sailing vacations (good for me). Ginny introduced Debbie to Lanse by telling her about a position at Lanse’s Company years ago (good for Debbie and Lanse). So now you have it. This relationship goes way back.

Well Debbie and Lanse invited us to have dinner with them and their friends (Jeff and EJ) Thursday night before we left Hope Town. They rent this home which is located on the harbor in Hope Town and is absolutely awesome. What a magical evening. This was my first time meeting Debbie, Lanse, Jeff and EJ. Their hospitality was beyond believable and they made me feel like I had known them as long as they had known Ginny. We told old stories and laughed until almost midnight. What fun! It will be one of those evenings we will never forget.

UPDATE: Almost a Month

Almost a month in the Abacos and we are ready for another year or two of this. After spending many of our vacations bareboat chartering in the BVI, St. Lucia, Martinique and St. Vincent we somehow managed to always skip the Bahamas. Save the best is all I can say. The natural beauty is absolutely breathtaking. So far we have stayed in Green Turtle Cay, Guana Cay, Marsh Harbor and are currently in Hope Town harbor.

Here are some recent photos from Elbow Cay and Hope Town.

UPDATE: The Crossing - Vero Beach to Great Sale Cay, Abaco Bahamas

April 2^nd, 2010

Weather forecast is good for the crossing and today is get out of Vero day. Slept late and had breakfast and coffee on the boat. Off to the showers at 10:30 and back to the boat to hoist the dink and outboard. Off the mooring at 1:30 pm just in time to wait in line for the fuel dock for an hour. It’s Friday of Easter weekend and every boat that will float in Florida is out. A good time to get out of here! Not that we didn’t enjoy our stay in Vero Beach, we did and will be back sometime in the future. We now know why they call it Velcro beach. It’s hard to leave a great place like this. There’s this one guy who told me he came to Vero Beach Marina 30 years ago and has never left. He’s Ex-Marine and a funny soul to talk to. With guys like that I guess there’s no need to try to set any longevity records at the marina so off we go.

Departed the dock around 2:30 pm and made the turn south for Ft. Peirce. Had a nice little pull from the tide and we dodged boat after boat on our way south to the inlet. As we approached our last obstacle before hitting the high seas (North Ft. Pierce ICW Bridge) we were following another sailboat. We hailed the bridge on approach and to our surprise it began to open. Was quite impressed by the bridge tenders timing. The first vessel passed through the bridge and we were maybe 20 boat lengths behind them. The current was pulling us toward the bridge at about 2.5 knots and we were under power. At a point maybe 10 boat lengths before the bridge the tender starting close the bridge. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Not only did he not answer my initial opening request the butt-head is not paying any attention to the fact that we are almost to the bridge and he’s starts closing it.  Well with a shower of SOB’s and other sailor language, I managed to turn Wind Dust about 10 seconds before the point of no return.  Now, if you have been following our blog you know how I feel about some bridge tenders. Mind you we have encountered some real buttheads along the way but have been amazed how professional the Florida Bridge tenders have been. Well this guy wins the prize for all we have encountered so far. Pardon my French please – but I call him the (insert your imagination here) of the century. Calling this guy an idiot just doesn’t do him justice. I managed to bite my lip and took about 45 deep deep breaths and moved on once he decided to let us through.

We met lots of other sailing vessels who apparently had crossed from the Bahamas heading back for the States as we made our turn and began our passage through the busy Ft. Pierce inlet. The tide was going out and directly opposing the east wind therefore we plowed through some big waves until we passed the entrance mark. We turned south as planned and ran offshore down the Florida coast to a waypoint about 10 nm north of Lake Worth inlet (Palm Beach) then made our turn NE towards a waypoint north of the White Sand Ridge on the Little Bahamas Bank around 12:45 am Saturday morning.

Our AIS system worked awesome as we could see the many big freighters, tankers and cruise ships moving up and down the Florida coast at night. The system shows their vessel on our chart plotter along with the vessel’s name, heading, speed and CPA (closest point of approach). We have a Class B AIS Transceiver so the other ships/vessels can see us on their AIS system. Our unit transmits our position, speed, heading, radio call sign and vessel name. All large ships are required to have a working AIS system installed onboard.  We also used our radar to see small vessels that were crossing the Gulf Stream from the Bahamas to the US.

After we made our turn to the northeast to cross the stream we encountered very confused seas and the wind was out of the E-NE at 15 to 20 knots. The forecast was for E-SE 5 to 10 knots. We pounded into the confused seas for about 4 hours only making about 3 to 4 knots progress. At one point I considered turning back for a better day. Once we were about half way across conditions began to improve and we were able to pickup speed. We hit the our waypoint turn about 11:30am Saturday morning and made the turn for Great Sale Cay still 52 nm away. Once we were on the bank we still had wind and seas on the nose however we were able to plow through the seas without getting slammed all over the cabin. We never got the push from the Gulf Stream we were supposed to get. In retrospect we should have run straight from Ft. Pierce inlet to our waypoint on the bank. We had a great trip across the bank to Great Sale Cay. We met 7 or 8 sailing vessels on their way back to the US as we made our way to Great Sale.  The water on the Little Bahamas Bank is a gorgeous aqua blue and runs from 15 to 25 feet deep. We really enjoyed our day experiencing the water.

The day seemed to take forever and our ETA at Great Sale was projected to be 7:45 pm or just after sunset. Flying the yellow quarantine flag we pulled into the anchorage just as the sun was setting. We set the hook, celebrated our achievement with a couple drinks before promptly beginning to set all kinds of snoring records. We were not alone in the anchorage as we counted 5 other vessels on anchor.

We slept late and woke up to a beautiful Easter Sunday morning. We decided to rest and stay on the hook Easter Sunday. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful place. All the other vessels began to leave one by one until we were the only vessel in the anchorage.  In the afternoon we began to see other mast over the horizon and by sunset there were at least 10 other vessels in the anchorage. We enjoyed sitting on deck listening to music and watching the departures and new arrivals. We whipped out the grill and cooked a couple New York strip steaks for dinner. Boy did they taste good.  We had another great evening on the hook with a nice breeze and beautiful stars.

Monday morning we had coffee and some breakfast and got underway to Manjack Cay. This leg of our trip was 55 nm and took us from 9:00 am until 6:00 pm to make the run. We passed several vessels headed north towards Great Sale and by the time we made it to Manjack the anchorage was beginning to fill up. With the quarantine flag flying high we set the hook and cooked dinner.  Another beautiful day in a beautiful place.

Tuesday morning we weighed anchor and shoved off for a quick 4 nm run to Green Turtle Cay and New Plymouth. We took our time setting the hook and had to also drop the dinghy and lowered the outboard so I could run into customs. When checking into Customs only the Captain goes ashore to clear in. 

With Ginny onboard I shoved off and ran to the dinghy dock at the main ship dock. What a beautiful little town New Plymouth is. 

I walked down this one lane concrete road past many shops and homes with bougainvillea and many tropical plants to the customs building which also serves as the post office.  I met Kelly the customs agent whom we had previously spoke with on the phone and she was extremely nice and helpful. I paid our $300 entry fee and received our official paperwork which includes a fishing license. 

As I’m walking back to the dinghy dock I’m sure Ginny is going to love this little place. Even though we didn’t plan on spending an overnight anchored off New Plymouth that’s what we did. Two nights as a matter of fact. My hunch was correct and Ginny did love New Plymouth. 

UPDATE: Don’t Push the Wrong Button

Yesterday we decided to explore the north end of Green Turtle Cay on foot. We decided to do this after meeting a delightful cruising couple who recommended the endeavor. Ginny and I took out for our adventure around 1:00 pm. We walked the road from the resort east until we hit the Atlantic side beach. The wind was blowing nicely and it was a nice walk to begin with. 

We knew the walk would be a little challenging and we were up for the task or at least we thought we were. About two miles into our walk and after climbing over a couple of rocky areas on the beach Ginny began to ask how much further is it. 

From studying the map I knew we were maybe halfway so I kept saying it’s just a bit further. This strategy worked until we hit the extreme north end of the island where it was almost all limestone and volcanic deposits. Tough walking to say the least. 

At this point Ginny started asking who’s idea was this and began complaining about being hot and complaining about her knees hurting. There was no turning back as we had crossed the worst spots and had the beautiful beach of Coco Bay ahead. 

I kept coaxing Ginny along over the rocks and finally we hit beach. It was low tide and water was about a foot or two deep for a good distance into the cove. 

Coco Bay is a place where sportsmen like to Bone fish and home to a couple private seaplanes. Within a couple minutes Ginny found a sea biscuit which was just the ticket to perk her up. 

Another mile and we were back at the resort and planning our evening while treating ourselves to a cold Kalik beer.  I was glad I didn’t push the wrong button along the way.