Well, we're back in the Bahamas. After 4 days of motoring down the Intercoastal, stopping at the same anchorages we stopped at the last time, and hopping across from Fort Pierce, we are finally back in the Bahamas. If you remember (not that we're so important that you WOULD remember…), but on our last trip, we hopped over from Miami to Bimini. Well, this time, we came to the West End.
After waiting too long for a weather window to open up so that we could sail on the outside, we decided to just grin and bear it and take the Intercoastal as there was a small craft warning off shore now for quite some time. We saw a small weather window potentially opening up for a Gulf Stream crossing when we left St Augustine, and hurried down to try to be at the right place at the right time if it did open. Believe it or not, the weather forecast was ACTUALLY accurate 5 days out. (Oh man, praise the lord, Jesus Christ!) When we got to Fort Pierce, we realized that our window for the crossing would be opening shortly, and in order to intercept it, we had to leave at sunset, sail 8 hours down the coast, and head east for 12 hours before landing in West End. The trip itself was uneventful, though pretty bumpy with the wind on our nose and some choppy seas. Comparatively, I would say the first time crossing from Miami was an easier trip because of the angle that you have on the stream. With that route, you start slightly south of your destination which allows you to use the stream more to your advantage and fight it a lot less.
Being back on the ocean again was intimidating to say the least. It has only been 3 months since the Ocean and Moitessier rendezvoused, and the experience was no less exciting than the first time. Like 2 new lovers meeting for a date, butterflies filled my stomach with nervousness, excitement, and warmth. I was overwhelmed with emotion when going out of the inlet, and to be honest, I couldn't really pinpoint why. Perhaps it's because it would be a while again until I am back in the comforts of the things and the people that I know and love. Or maybe it was the unknown of what lies ahead. Or maybe it was realizing that I would no longer be getting fresh water showers on a regular basis that had me sobbing like it was my last day on earth. Or perhaps it's knowing that I'd once again be alone with my thoughts and self reliant. Back to a world, where you're constantly humbled by your surroundings, and that though you may be self sufficient, try as you might, YOU are no longer the one that's in control. But really, who among us are actually in control. Whether living on a boat where Mother Nature pulls the strings, or living on land, where the illusion of control and safety allows you to live complacently and let life pass you by. One way or another, I'm not quite sure which one is the key to my happiness, and often I find myself torn between the two. Sometimes, I want both and neither all at the same time. And ultimately that makes me a crazy person, which makes sense cause you have be crazy to live on a boat, right?
|Sunrise on the ICW|
|Double Rainbow at Fort Pierce....good omen or what?|