There’s been a little rustle in the recently established pattern of activity (wake up, radio & weather, breakfast, cleanup, get in the water w/all your gear on, return with catch of the day, clean catch, rinse gear & self, then on to dinner arrangements).
Yesterday, just after the 6 of us climbed into Scooter’s dinghy, “Big Red”, and were headed out the very narrow, shoaled-in cut, a new arrival made it’s way in and promptly went aground. This, after the Canadian=hailing sailboat assured us that yes, they had been in there before, thus they were familiar with the channel. So, we turned back to see if we could assist, and after a brief discussion, we convinced them that if they threw an anchor where they were stuck and waited for incoming tide, bad things would happen, most significantly the current would push them right up on the rocks.
So we spun them around with a dinghy on their stern & one on the bow, both pushing clockwise, so they could get back out the cut to anchor outside and wait for the tide to get in. THEN, we carried on with our dive plan.
Later, at high tide, it was our own turn to leave the Ship’s Channel harbor that we have been calling home the last 4-5 days. Bruce decided to dive the cut and inspect at close range for exit strategy, and found it so shoal, that he decided to mark with buoys a different route out of the harbor. Scooter led the way, then, with inches to spare, Different Drummer made it out, with Independence right behind.
Ah, good bye to a lovely little anchorage (so what, we each had to have 3 anchors out to keep ourselves in the deep water through both tides), where we had internet (!), friends caretaking the island, excellent snorkeling and diving all around, protection from wind, a place to burn trash, and relative peace from the outside world.
Next we found ourselves anchored at Highborne Cay, just outside an expensive, but nice marina with a well-stocked general store, fuel, a few mega-yachts, and some very nice people running the place.
Despite all those perks, the anchorage was rolly from swell, making it frustratingly uncomfortable for the 2 trawlers. The real tragedy was for our neighbors at this anchorage, in a less than 25’ sailboat, who lost their dinghy overnight. A young couple out of Maryland, just engaged, heading south to the Virgins to try and pick up some work once they get there. In other words, broke, and now without a dinghy & water.
We filled their jerry jug with water and gathered together a bag of provisions from us 3 boats, and Pete (the hero) donated his spare inflatable rowing dinghy to be returned to him in Georgetown via Paul & Melanie. (The young woman came from Chestertown where we know people in common-- previous cruising buddies of ours)
Needless to say, they were extremely grateful, and the intrepid trio, Indy, DD and Scooter, headed out of that #$@%% rolling anchorage to a better locale.
We have reached Norman’s Cay, the island once controlled by the notorious drug lord, Carlos (Joe) Lehder, and more recently a small resort & restaurant for the small planes that land at their airfield & the occasional cruisers. The island is now private and partly owned by a couple from Australia that we met in Southold last summer.
The small world phenomena continues.
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