Author: Rod Wolfe

Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
August 7, 2006

Didn’t intend on the last update to have a cliff-hanger ending! So you know, we did survive our 7-day island tour and didn’t get lost or kidnapped! We returned from that fantastic excursion to a busy two weeks ending June because we decided to make a trip home to Boise in July to address our homesickness. It was wonderful to see our family and we kept thinking that we would have time to post an update once we were “home”
but we seemed to maintain sprint mode for four weeks during our stay. And we still didn’t manage to see all our friends that we intended to see! For those of you that are just now learning that we were in Boise and didn’t call or see you – we are woefully sorry. If we could’ve managed our time differently to fit everything in we certainly would have. So please forgive us if we didn’t connect with you and for those of you that we were able to see – thanks for being flexible with your time.

Anxiety twisted our stomachs the last few days of our Boise visit as we watched Tropical Storm Chris turn into a hurricane with a projected path along the north coast of the Dominican Republic. In the previous weeks we had received many welcome updates from our cruising friends in Bahia Luperon that Lucky Peek was doing fine on her anchor, sitting right where we left her – just looking a bit lonely. Then with the approaching storm we received word that many boats in the harbor had moved to the harbor’s edges to tie to the soft yet strong mangroves. Large fishing vessels from Puerto Plata were even moving into the protection of our mangrove-lined harbor. Ann and Steve on Receta graciously offered to move Lucky Peek for us but we made the decision to just leave her put. Before leaving her at the end of June we had set our storm anchor (Fortress FX37) in tandem on 25 feet of 3/8” chain with our 45 pound CQR acting as the sentinel on 140 feet of chain. We removed the headsail, storing it below along with the cockpit cushions. The mainsail stayed on in its cover with a tight wrapping of line securing it. We were relatively confident with the ground tackle in place and our other preparations, but suddenly with a real threat of a storm in our absence it all seemed inadequate. Fortunately, for everyone, Chris tuckered out before gaining more strength and visiting any shorelines.

We leave tomorrow morning to return to Luperon and are excited to be reunited with our home on the water along with our cruising neighbors. We’ve just spent the last six hours trying to fit the following into our new hard-sided thrift store luggage: a KISS wind generator, an assortment of 18 billion stainless steel screws/nuts/bolts, a handheld VHF radio (to replace the one that is now at the bottom of Bahia Luperon after Rod assisted with wrangling a boat dragging on its anchor), a replacement VHF radio for the one that went kaput in the Bahamas that we had to replace there for a billion dollars (the one that went kaput was under West Marine warranty so now we have a spare), one satellite phone, two Hella fans to help keep us not-so-hot at night, an anchor holder to replace the one we broke during a not-so-graceful exit from a fuel dock in the Bahamas, cotter pins and more cotter pins, a replacement shower hose for the one that sprung a major leak the morning we were leaving Luperon, and so many other boat things that at this moment of exhaustion I can’t think of them. It is 12:53am and we are leaving for the airport in six hours. Some things never change.

Night-night.

Republica Dominicana
June 11, 2006

Last night as we sat in the cockpit of Lucky Peek watching the full moon make it’s slow arc over us we reflected on last month’s full moon that provided the light for our two night crossing from Rum Cay, Bahamas to Providenciales, Caicos. It’s hard to believe that we arrived here three weeks ago already with tomorrow marking the beginning of our fourth week in the Dominican Republic!

We have made the decision to stay put in this protected harbor of Bahia Luperon as the “H” season officially began on June 1. Others planning to continue south have made the same call while some still plan to play with the weather windows and continue on. Old timers here say that there’s still plenty of time to get south to Trinidad or Venezuela; both popular destinations due to their latitudinal position for statistically hurricane safe waters. Our sights were set on Venezuela as well, but after a team meeting we arrived at a consensus (some habits die hard, or don’t die at all) – we would stay here and enjoy this beautiful country and take advantage of the opportunity to learn Spanish by immersing ourselves.

The people of Luperon are very welcoming and friendly. Since most of them don’t speak a lick of English we’ve been trying to refresh our Spanish from high school and college classes to make ourselves understood. Of course I remember some of the basics from those high school dialogue practice sessions. “Hola! Como estas? Muy bien, gracias, Y tu? Tango tu madre por la classe de salud!” That last one always throws people. Translation: “I have your mother for health class”. I try not to use it very often but it just rolls off my tongue so smoothly it’s hard to resist. Rod often surprises me with his ability to seemingly pull the right word for the moment out of thin air. How did he know that word? I ask myself, and then him later. He’s not sure but he has somehow retained some odd vocabulary words that he’s now able to put to use. We enjoy the practice of going into the local businesses and using our CaveMan Spanish to communicate, and the locals seem to enjoy it as well. They laugh heartily and then sincerely correct us when needed, which is often.

Luperon, as a town, is very third world. While the good-natured residents are very conscientious about their personal cleanliness they don’t seem to mind the garbage that is everywhere on the streets, in the gutters, on the sidewalks, in open lots. It’s a confusing combination to me. Walking into town from the government dock, which is where we tie up our dinghy, involves strolling past litter so thick in places that it appears to be piled that way for removal. But it never gets removed. It’s normal to witness someone (local) simply pitch their empty plastic cup wherever they are standing – on the sidewalk, in the road. If there’s a Spanish word for “littering” I don’t think it’s in the local vocabulary. We would suggest a national campaign involving a crying Indian – the local equivalent would be a Taino Indian, which was the original inhabitant on Hispaniola. Only problem with that is there are no Tainos left.

The Spaniards that took over the island after Columbus’ discovery in 1492 were ruthless and managed to reduce the indigenous Taino population from 400,000 to less than 3000 in less than 30 years. Once the Tainos were completely wiped out, the Spanish turned to the west coast of Africa to import their slaves. An estimated 500,000 Africans were brought to Hispaniola as slaves between 1518 and 1801. Centuries of political unrest and war lead to the island being divided into two nations: Haiti and the Dominican Republic. The Dominican Republic has actually declared its independence three times, twice from Spain and once from Haiti in 1844 after 22 years of occupation.

Of the roughly nine million residents, most Dominicans are classified as “mixed race” given their mixed ancestry of European, African, and some indigenous descent. The official poverty level is US$400/month and more than one third earn less than that. In 2005 the minimum wage (as we know it in the States) was US208 per month. Walking through Luperon the poverty is obvious. Rudimentary houses/shacks line most streets while more modern homes line another. Very nice homes are being built on “Gringo Hill” which overlooks the harbor and the ocean. Given the name, you can surmise where the occupants hail from.

Eating at the local comidors in Luperon is cheap and usually delicious. At the Pica Pollo (gringos refer to it as the Chicken Shack), you can get a chicken dinner of 3-4 pieces of chicken, delectably fried, rice and beans or cassava for 70 pesos. Right now the exchange rate is 32 pesos to $1. You do the math. A number of local establishments offer a daily happy hour where a grande Presidente’ or Bohemia beer (large bottle which can be shared between two) is 40 pesos. No wonder we’ve been here for three weeks already!

At the beginning of our second week here we took a land excursion to Santo Domingo with William and Terra on “Maja”. To get there we first negotiated a taxi to take us to Imbert where we then got on an Express bus to Santiago where we then took a nice air-conditioned modern bus to Santo Domingo. After about 4 hours of travel we arrived in the bustling capital. One more taxi ride and we secured a room for the night at the Duque de Wellington before setting out on a walking tour of the Zona Colonial, the old city – the Colonial Zone. In the day and a half that we were there, we toured the New World’s first hospital (what’s left of it), the oldest working church in the New World, the oldest monastery, and Christopher Columbus’ son’s house. We had an impromptu dinner the first night in the most amazing historical building with an expansive courtyard. Ferns sprouting out of the ancient stone walls in the courtyard provided the perfect ambiance after a day walking the hot sidewalks. Obviously a day and a half is too little time to see everything so we definitely plan a follow-up trip.

Tomorrow we are leaving for a week long land tour. This time we will travel by rental car with William and Terra (we liked traveling together the first time so we’re doing it again!) and we plan to tour the countryside of the interior and then visit the southern coast. We are anxious to see the waterfalls that are listed as a “must see” in the guide books and to get up into the mountains. It has been very hot the last couple of weeks so we look forward to the cooler temperatures in the higher altitudes. As we pass through the small interior towns that don’t get a lot of English speaking visitors we will have plenty of opportunity to practice and hopefully improve upon our CaveMan Spanish.

Hasta luego, amigos!

Luperon, Dominican Republic
June 1, 2006

Hola Amigos! We are now in the Dominican Republic! Luperon is a small town/village on the north coast and we are safely anchored in the Bahia Luperon (harbor). We arrived on Monday, May 22 after an overnight sail from Big Sand Cay in the Turks and Caicos.

We are planning to work on our Spanish and see the sights of this beautiful country! Hispaniola, the second largest island (after Cuba) in the Caribbean, is comprised of the Dominican Republic and Haite. It is green and mountainous, featuring the highest mountain peak in the Caribbean islands at over 10,000 feet. Quite a change from the low-lying, dry islands of the Bahamas. There is much to see here, waterfalls, beaches, spanish colonial architecture, and even possibly the bones of Columbus are buried here. Plenty to keep us occupied for a while!

Stay tuned for a more detailed update on our adventures in the D.R.

Hasta luego!

Rum Cay, Bahamas
May 2006

Rum Cay is just 20 miles southeast of Conception Island. We spent three days at Conception exploring its protected waters and Rod was getting anxious to get away from the Land and Sea Park rules of the island and go where he could fish!

We reached the northern shore of Rum Cay on the afternoon of Sunday, May 7. As our guide books advised we took a wide arc around the reef that extends a couple miles out off the northwestern corner of the island. Then the tricky part – we had to navigate through coral heads to get closer to shore to anchor. We knew it was possible as we could see Maja, Asolare, and Pathfinder already in the Flamingo Bay anchorage. Rod went up to the bow for better visibility and I manned (womaned?) the helm. I could see the coral heads pretty well just under the surface of the water but I needed Rod’s hand signals for affirmation of which direction to turn. He looked somewhat like an aircraft controller wagging his hands to the right, then left, then RIGHT! Breathe deep. Okay, he’s giving the OK hand signal to stay the course. Left, left, right, left, right, LEFT, LEFT, right, OK, OK, etc. And so this goes until we reach the shallow turquoise waters near the shore. We find a sandy spot in 7 feet of water (we only need 5) and we drop the hook. We make sure it sets well as we can see some exposed heads just 20 yards behind us.

This 10-mile-long isle only has about 100 residents, none of which live within sight of Flamingo Bay. All we see is a beautiful beach with an occasional wild cow on it. Rod gets some male bonding time with the guys (William, Anderson, Paul, and Greg) on the other boats by going on several spearfishing expeditions. The first day he got two groupers – one black and one strawberry. He returned from the following day’s hunt with a 12 pound Nassau Grouper! The associated story with this fish was quite dramatic; highlights included: deep water free-diving, fish swimming into a hole in the rock with the spear, coming to the surface several times for air, getting the spear but losing the fish, sharks, then retrieving the fish from the other side of the rock. In the verbal telling of the story that night over a potluck dinner aboard Day Dreamer there was much emphasis and animation regarding the sharks. But I’ll omit those details to save our mothers from having heart attacks. Moms, they were little itty bitty baby sharks that didn’t even have any teeth yet. One detail that should be mentioned is that the Nassau Grouper was actually a 2-for-1 deal. When cleaning the fish, Rod discovered a whole lobster in the grouper’s belly! That explained why he was so fat! No, we didn’t eat the lobster (yuck), but of course we took pictures to document the bizarre finding.

After spending two days in the isolated waters of Flamingo Bay we threaded our way back through the coral heads and went to the southern side of the island to explore its only settlement, Port Nelson. Dinner at Kay’s Restaurant and Bar was a real treat for us, Terra and William (Maja), and Greg and Cindy (Day Dreamer). On these small islands you have to be sure to make reservations for dinner so that the cook will have something to serve. We told Kay that afternoon that we would be back at 6:30 that night for dinner and when we arrived at 6:30 she had our table all set and she served us a fantastic meal family style; lobster bisque soup, fresh baked bread, fried chicken, baked chicken, green salad, peas and rice, baked pumpkin, and a delicious casserole that we were surprised (and saddened) to learn had turtle meat in it. Even though we were stuffed we managed to eat the coconut pie she served us for dessert. We were the only customers that evening for dinner, but the small sandy-floored bar next to the dining area drew in many locals.

Rum Cay is small now but it has been discovered. The Prime Minister was arriving the morning we left to be part of the ground breaking ceremony on a large housing/hotel/condo/marina project. Rumor has it that the planned development will employ 2000 people! The hard working entrepreneurs of Rum Cay will certainly benefit from the increased customer base, but I’m sure glad that we were able to experience this beautiful sleepy island as it is today.

Conception Island, Bahamas
May 7, 2006

We left George Town, along with almost every other boat in Elizabeth Harbour on Wednesday, May 3. Most boats leaving were heading north; there were about 7 of us heading southeast. We had an exciting exit from the Middle Channel cut out of the protected Elizabeth Harbour and into the Exuma Sound as we rode on 10 foot waves and carefully navigated our way around the nearby reef where those same waves were crashing noisily. Once we were out the cut the waves were benign and we had a great sail over to Long Island where we anchored in a beautiful serene bay – all to ourselves, as others had chosen different anchoring destinations.

Anchoring at Long Island was just for the night. The following morning we pulled up the hook and set a northerly course to Conception Island. Conception is an uninhabited island that is under the same protection as the Exuma Land and Sea Park. Look but don’t take fish, shells, etc. That evening we anchored on the western shore of Conception among other boats including Day Dreamer, Glide, and Asolare – from Ketchum, Idaho! When we were in Georgetown (at a Red Bull sponsored VIP party that Rod managed to get us into – yes, a Red Bull party!) we met Pam and Dennis aboard Glide. When they learned we were from Idaho they surprised us by saying they knew another boat from Idaho! The next day we had the opportunity to meet John and Ann. They keep Asolare in Florida while they enjoy Ketchum and in the winter months they cruise in the Bahamas.

The snorkeling/diving at Conception was phenomenal. Southhampton Reef on the northwestern corner of Conception is an extensive reef system stretching out 4 miles from the island. Twenty-five to thirty foot towers of coral over a sandy bottom reaching vertically to the surface like skyscrapers. Snorkeling there was like flying around and through the buildings of Manhattan with piscine residents. Amazing.

We toured Turtle Creek by dinghy with Day Dreamer and watched the schools of sea turtles coming to the surface for breaths of air. If they saw us watching them as they surfaced they would make a large splash as they quickly dove back into the water, making it impossible to get any good pictures of them!

Even though Conception Island is just a small speck on the map it was well worth the stop. It’s always hard to leave paradise, but we hear that Rum Cay is just as spectacular, so that’s our next stop.

Paradise Found!

We’re in the Exumas! First and foremost we are now witness to beauty beyond words. We had been told over and over that the Exumas are the pinnacle of the Bahamas. We now understand.

We left the Abacos, from Little Harbour at the crack of dawn, on Monday, March 27th. We sailed the 54 miles south to Royal Harbour at the northern tip of Eleuthera. We talked about exploring Eleuthera but came back to our initial plan of hopping a little bit further south to the Exumas. So we left Royal Harbour on Thursday, March 30th and sailed the 50ish miles to Allan’s Cays at the northern end of the Exuma chain. We had been warned, and our charts confirmed, that we would be sailing through coral heads that are dangerously just beneath the surface of the water. We had intentionally planned our departure from Royal Harbour so that we would be transiting through the heaviest coral area with the sun directly over us for the best water visibility. Also important to have someone up on deck looking for the tell-tale signs of coral heads and relaying back to the helmswoman on which course to take. This was not an area where one of us could go down below to make a sandwich or take a nap. We had been told that the coral heads are obvious and that in the right light you can see them from perhaps 100 yards. Until we saw the first one with our own eyes it was difficult to imagine just how clearly we would be able to spot them. We soon learned that when sailing on a turquoise sea they are like big black beacons on the surface! Black as night round patches in the water that were usually ringed by brighter turquoise water, indicating shallower sand around the coral. We were relieved to see how obvious they were to spot. It still wasn’t a relaxing tour through this coral garden, but it was an amazing experience. One that boosted our confidence in our abilities to read the water – a necessary skill in these waters surrounding the Exumas. We were sailing on the west side of the island chain in the shallow waters of what’s referred to as the Exuma Bank or the Great Bahama Bank. The eastern shores of the hundreds of cays that make up the Exumas face the body of water known as the Exuma Sound – very deep water of the Atlantic Ocean.

As we approached the small anchorage between Allan’s Cays and Leaf Cay we were worn out from the long day from Royal Harbour and our first practical experience with sailing through coral heads. We were looking forward to getting the hook set and relaxing in this picturesque location for the evening. The other part we were looking forward to was visiting the beach at Leaf Cay where there was supposedly a large population of “Bahamian Dragons”, the local iguana. As we pulled into the anchorage we could see the beach fill with the iguanas who came out of the brush to greet us and possibly coax us to their shore. From anchor we could get a pretty good look at them but the following day we dinghied ashore to get a close up view. Wild! They are certainly prehistoric looking. If we sat still on the beach they would come out and join us in the sun. We didn’t have anything to feed them but it quickly became apparent that they were accustomed to being fed by curious humans. Making an arm motion like we were tossing food to them would cause a stampede of iguanas in our general direction, searching the ground for invisible food. They were so entertaining that I think we left with approximately 52 pictures of these large lizards!

At Allan’s Cays we met Cindy and Greg aboard “Day Dreamer”, a 42 foot Privilege catamaran. They too are taking some time off to sail about and experience life outside an office for a while. We have much in common with them and have really enjoyed their company as we’ve continued down the Exuma chain.

Rod continues to hone his spearfishing skills and speared a trigger fish and a small grouper at a reef near Highborne Cay, which was our next stop after Allan’s Cays. Those two fish were supplemented by a gift of a large batch of fresh caught mahi mahi from a fishing trawler anchored near us. They had spent the day on the other side of the island in the deep water and finally had to just stop fishing because they were catching so many dorado (mahi mahi)! Fresh fish for dinner was delicious! We were joined in this beautiful anchorage by “Highlander” – the Forbes yacht. This particular yacht had its own helicopter on top, which the following morning we watched take off. Pretty cool! Somebody must have had an important meeting to get to. Poor soul.

Norman’s Cay is notorious for its history as a hub for drug trafficking through the Bahamas in the ‘80s. Carlos Lehder, connected with violent Columbian cocaine smugglers, purchased the cay in the 1970’s and proceeded to run out most of the island’s residents with his armed thugs. He built a landing strip on the island and set up shop, so to speak. Carlos subsequently spent some time in prison for his business activities and is supposedly now in the US witness protection program for testifying against Manuel Noriega. Norman’s Cay is now a quiet stop, still has charter flights using its airstrip – but those planes now carry tourists and the locals that have returned since Lehder’s demise and departure. We were disappointed that McDuff’s, a famous spot among cruisers to stop for a cold beer and a burger, was closed. Ownership has changed and they’re getting ready to reopen. We just happen to be a month or so too early. We did have a nice chat with Stephen, who is running the property for the new owners, and he shared a cold beer with us from his personal cooler. Stephen is a 14th generation Bahamian and was a wealth of knowledge on these islands. It was a real delight visiting with him. And, not to leave out this important detail, Stephen had a 6 month old yellow lab named “Salt” that was a spitting image of Moon when she was that age, except maybe a little smaller. I loved on Salt and thought of my puppy girl back home. Since we missed out on cheeseburgers at McDuff’s, Rod went spearfishing and provided 4 fish for our dinner that evening!

A stop at Shroud Cay, which is where the photo in this posting was taken, gave us an opportunity to explore the beautiful salt water creeks that run from one side of the island to the other. When we reached the other side of the cay we were awestruck at the perfect beach that lay before us. And not another person in sight. We hiked to the top of the hill to leave a momento (“Lucky Peek” carved into a found coconut) at Camp Driftwood, where other boaters leave messages on various items. One message left on an old water jug was left just the day before our visit from a group from Sun Valley! After the hot hike back down the hill we took a refreshing dip in the crystal clear waters. We couldn’t imagine it getting any better than this. A new bar has been set.

We’re now at Warderick Wells Cay, in the middle of the 175 square miles of protected islands and seas of the Exuma Land and Sea Park. This small island is home of the park headquarters and its warden. We are connected to post this update via the headquarters internet. Rod won’t be doing any spearfishing here but we will enjoy seeing all the sealife that make these protected waters their home. We plan to do some hiking on this cay along its 4 miles of nature trails.

From here we plan to stop at Staniel Cay and perhaps some other cays between here and Georgetown. Did I mention how beautiful it is here? Breathtaking.

Bryan and Allison Mann Visit – March 2006

On February 28, after much anticipation, Bryan and Allison arrived! They were brave souls to use their precious vacation time to come stay with us aboard Lucky Peek for 8 days and we were very excited to have them aboard. When they arrived right on schedule at 10:10am Bryan hailed “Lucky Peek” on VHF channel 68 from the taxi in route to the planned pick-up spot, The Jib Room at the Marsh Harbour Marina. We were anchored in Marsh Harbour so we dinghied over to the Jib Room to pick them up – a detail that we probably didn’t clarify well enough beforehand is that visitors, hosts, and all luggage would have to go for a short dinghy ride to reach vessel. Sizing up the luggage we thought we may have to make two trips, but we were able to fit in one snug trip. The amount of luggage was not due to heavy packing visitors – well, kinda, but most of what they brought was for us! After a quick tour of Lucky Peek for Allison (it really only takes about 10 seconds to tour a 37 foot boat) it was like Christmas for us as we unpacked their bags which contained more guide books and charts for the islands, a good stash of novels to add to our dwindling library, lots of beef jerky, and what Rod was most looking forward to – Ritz crackers!

After settling down just a bit from the rushed excitement of reuniting with friends, unpacking gifts, and having a celebratory glass of Rod’s special “RodRum” punch (said with a quick double bend of the index finger), we pulled up the hook and set sail for Treasure Cay. Under way we had a light lunch of cheese and crackers, with little squares of SPAM, of course. Another detail that may have slipped when describing what a sailor’s diet includes. They were courteous, or perhaps it was just food deprivation from traveling for two days to get here, and ate the SPAM and cheese crackers enthusiastically. With enough RodRum anything tastes pretty good. (Side note on safety: Captain and Co-Captain were not drinking while under way.)

The weather was still warming up from the most recent cold front that had just passed so our trip the following day to the Treasure Cay Beach wasn’t as tropical as we had hoped. We had a typical Bahamian lunch of Conch burgers at the beachfront bar and grill and then enjoyed a lazy afternoon of visiting in the chaise lounge chairs on the beach in the powdery soft sand. Temperatures in the low 70’s with water temps equal to that were not enticing enough to draw us into the sea this day but it didn’t stop us from taking in the beautiful view.

By this time, day two, Bryan and Allison had been well briefed on the Rules of Living Aboard Lucky Peek. There really aren’t that many rules, but Rod liked to reinforce the lesson by repeating the rules as he deemed necessary, which seemed quite frequently to this author and I believe also to the guests. By the end of their stay we were referring to Rod, with affection none the less, as the Energy Nazi for his fervent monitoring and enforcement of the Electricity Usage/Conservation Rule. That rule, along with the other Rules of Living Aboard Lucky Peek are below:

Head Usage (This means Toilet for you landlubbers)
Overview: Lucky Peek has a Raritan PH-II Manual Head. In simple terms Manual means than when you want to flush you pump a handle that on its upward stroke pulls sea water into the bowl and the downward stroke discharges the waste either into the holding tank or directly overboard.
Rule #1: No TP, or anything else that has not first been eaten goes down the head. TP is disposed of in a bag in a wastebasket that is removed from the room regularly. This is to help prevent the head from clogging and thus having to be unclogged by the Captain.
Rule #2: Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush. And then flush some more. Especially if Rule #2 is flushing a number two.

The Head Overview and Rules were the first set of rules discussed with our guests. Not only does everyone need to know how to use the head but nobody wants to be the possible cause of a clogged head. Also, it was very important to have a frank discussion about… well, um… poop. This is a relatively small boat and it’s hard to get away with anything without other crew members knowing about it. So we agreed that it would just be best if we fully disclosed our intent when entering the head – possibly making a suggestion that everyone move to the cockpit, if we weren’t already there. We also discovered that Bryan’s IPOD came with a great selection of marching music that became the most requested music for these “moments”. I’ll never be able to listen to a marching band again without thinking of… well, um… you know.

Update: The head clogged 7 days after the Manns left. It was nothing they did or didn’t do. It was inevitable given the condition of the hoses when we removed them and we were soooooooo glad that it didn’t happen while they were here. As you can imagine this was a nasty job. We had read that it is a common problem on boats and that you can expect to have to remove the septic hoses every few years a clean them of the salt and ureatic (pee) crystals that build up in the lines over time and eventually plug the hose. The state our hoses were an indication that they had never been cleaned, but we’re not sure of their maintenance history. The unsavory highlights of solving this problem include removing about a 7 foot section of septic hose (while working in a space approximately the size of a dorm refrigerator), draining the waste from the plugged hose into ziplock baggies (extra sturdy freezer kind, of course), then beating the hose against the piling (of the marina that we had coincidentally check into that morning to begin work on another project) to break lose the clogs of salt and ureatic crystals. We were trying to nonchalantly do this (however nonchalantly you can beat a septic hose against a piling) since we were in a nice marina. This job took us two full days to complete, interspersed with about 10 showers each. It’s all put back together, functional, and the stench has abated. Doesn’t cruising sound fun!

Water Usage/Conservation
Overview: Lucky Peek has an 80 gallon water tank with no modern way, such as a gauge, to monitor its level. We know we’re low when we run out. Lashed to the side deck are two 6 gallon jerry jugs of emergency back-up water. Water is precious – conserve.
Rule: Never leave the water freely running as you are using it. And when in use turn it on to the minimum flow required for the task at hand. Brushing teeth? Turn on trickle of water, wet toothbrush, turn off water. Use water sparingly to rinse. Similar routine for washing hands, dishes, etc. Showering? Hmmmm…. Do you really need to shower? If so, then same routine. Sometimes a sponge bath is just as refreshing! We introduced the Manns to pre-sudsed disposable wash cloths which allow for a nice soapy sponge bath. Again, they were courteous in their response to them.

When we were in Treasure Cay we topped of the water tank expecting it to last about another week with four of us on board. Three days later we ran out of water. No, it wasn’t due to willful abandonment of The Rules, it was due to a serious leak in the water heater. At the time the exact location of the leak couldn’t be determined but we could see in the back of the engine compartment water pumping out from somewhere at a furious rate. A new rule was added… The Water Pressure Pump breaker must be kept off at all times until the use of water was needed. Now when someone went into the head someone else would keep an ear ready for the “Water!” request for hand washing. Breaker on – wash hands – breaker off. Marching music volume had to be turned down a few notches.

Update: After the Manns left Rod removed the water heater but attempts to repair the leak in the stainless steel tank were futile. It was cost prohibitive to have a replacement unit sent to the Bahamas so we elected to reroute the plumbing around the water heater and live without it for now. The sunshowers get plenty hot so we use those for showering (the hose reaches from the sunshower’s outside location through the head port so we can shower in the normal shower location) and we heat water on the stove for doing dishes. We can leave the Water Pressure Pump breaker on again!

Electricity Usage/Conservation
Overview: At the time of the Manns visit, our battery bank consisted of the following: Four 100 amp batteries configured into two battery banks of two batteries each, which with a switch could be combined to “Both” banks. This battery bank was used for the house power as well as for the power needed to start the engine. It had a crude monitoring device that didn’t tell the whole story of how much power was being used and how much remained (important to know so you can be confident there is enough juice to start the engine when you need it). These batteries are kept charged by both the running of the engine and by the two 125 watt solar panels that have similar limitations in their monitoring abilities. The biggest consumer of amps on Lucky Peek is the refrigerator, which runs four times a day for 45 minutes consuming about 15 amps during each run. That alone depletes the batteries enough that every few days whether we like it or not, we need to run the engine to recharge the batteries.
Rule: Other electrical items are used sparingly or not at all. No blowdryers, no coffee makers, no toasters, etc. We use very few electrical lights in the evening with oil candles supplementing as necessary. Some nights the Energy Nazi would nervously try to decipher what the crude battery monitors were telling as he muttered something about amps and volts. With a Lights Out order we would then strain our eyes through the remaining candlelight to see each other as we visited.

Update: We (Royal We) have since reconfigured and vastly improved our battery/power situation. Rod installed a separate starter battery, combined the existing four batteries into one house bank, and installed a Link 2000-R monitoring system which actually tells the whole story of how much power we’re using and what is remaining. He still looks at the amps/volts/whatever meter an obsessive number of times a day, still muttering numbers, but he is overall much more relaxed and happy with the new system. Ahhhh….

Days 3-8 of the Mann visit were spent sailing about, snorkeling, beachcombing, and just generally enjoying each others company. We went from Treasure Cay to Bakers Bay on Guana Cay, then to Hope Town on Elbow Cay and back to Guana Cay (Fishers Bay this time) for the Barefoot Man concert at Nippers. Bryan and Rod were joined by six barracuda and a five foot black tip reef shark as they spear fished the outer reef of Guana Cay with James while Allison, Virginia, and I perused nearby Shell Island. Allison snorkeled and found an interesting (and later very smelly) shell. Hope Town provided it’s candy-striped kerosene lighthouse, quaint streets, and beautiful beach for strolling and relaxing. Then to Nippers for the free Barefoot Man concert. This highly anticipated concert is a once a year event here and is attended by approximately 2500 island fans. By far this was the most people we’ve seen in one place since arriving in the Bahamas. The weather was cooperating for this beachside concert and we enjoyed the warm sun and perhaps a couple Nippers, the trademark beverage of Nippers. Check out The Barefoot Man at www.barefootman.com and listen to a sample of a couple of our favorites: “She’s Got Freckles on Her Butt She’s Nice” and “If You See Kay”.

The eight days that Bryan and Allison were aboard went too quickly. I think we all wondered before they arrived if we would still speak to each other after spending a week together in a small space. Quite the opposite happened and we became closer friends. They occupied the forward cabin/V berth (at our insistence) and Rod and I slept on the two settees in the main cabin. This worked out great because Rod and I are typically up making water for tea/coffee in preparation for the 6:30am and 8:15am weather reports and we didn’t want our vacationing guests to have to get up before they were ready. Besides our daily activities together, the days and evenings were filled with enjoyable conversation and much laughter. We talked about things, like poop, that we’d never had an opportunity to discuss before. You can see how we laughed a lot. Poop can be a pretty funny topic.

One unplanned activity that was entertaining to watch and in the end turned out great was Bryan giving Rod and much needed haircut. I had agreed to cut his hair (and end the nagging) but since Bryan had just received a haircut we determined that he was better qualified for this task. Never mind that he had never actually given a haircut before. Bryan didn’t hesitate when I offered the hair clippers and so we set up shop in the cockpit. Bryan had to stop the clippers a few times as he couldn’t see straight from laughter but Rod wasn’t unnerved at all. He was just tickled to be rid of all his extra hair – that was now everywhere in the cockpit. I admit there were times during the session that I was skeptical on what the end result would look like, but when the clippers turned off the final time Rod looked like a new, younger man. If not a little bit like a new Marine recruit. He looked great!

We returned to Marsh Harbour for the last day of Bryan and Allison’s stay. We went ashore for a nice dinner and the evening was definitely more subdued than usual as their departure the following morning was on our minds. It had been such a wonderful 8 days and we all hated to see it come to an end. They had adjusted fantastically to life on a boat – even with all the rules – and they were willing crew, ready to help with any task while under way or at anchor. The weather had warmed up nicely during their stay which allowed us to enjoy the beaches and the amazing water. We had made it the entire 8 days without inclement weather which meant we always had relatively dry dinghy excursions. However, the morning of their departure another cold front was on approach and the wind and seas had kicked up as a result. Rod and I exchanged knowing glances as we looked out at the choppy water between us and the dock that we were to take them to meet their cab. We tried to gently warn them that there was a 100% chance that they and their luggage were going to get wet on their last dinghy ride ashore. It was worse than even Rod and I expected. We gave them our foul weather jackets to wear (which initially they shrugged off, but then quickly realized what a good idea that was), but that wasn’t enough. We needed full foul weather gear for this ride. Our destination required us to go directly into the wind and waves, and those waves were crashing and splashing into the dinghy after first hitting Bryan and Allison square on as they occupied the front part of the dinghy. We had traveled less that 100 feet and we were all drenched. Allison, unprepared, took a wave right in the face which soaked her head – salt water in the eyes and dripping from the end of her nose. She had what we refer to as “pirate eye”, when the stinging of salt water in the eye causes you to scrunch your eye closed. Allison, being the good sport, let out a mighty “Arghhhh!”. This sent me into a fit of hysterical laughter. I was apologizing for the situation, for laughing, but I could not stop laughing. In fact I laughed so hard (and with all that water splashing about) that yes, I peed my pants. We made it to the dock, apologized again for this very memorable ending to hopefully a memorable trip, stopped laughing long enough to hug goodbye with tears in our eyes. Or was it salt water?

Thanks, Bryan and Allison, for making the long trip to see us and using your valued vacation time to do so. Thanks for being our pack mules on your journey here and bringing all the goodies, and then leaving your Crocs behind that we coveted when you arrived. They continue to leave your footprints on many beaches.

February 2006 in the Abacos

The last couple of weeks of February brought warmer temperatures as we continued to tour the Abacos. We island hopped between some of our favorite spots including Hope Town on Elbow Cay and Bakers Bay on Guana Cay while touring some new places – Treasure Cay (which really isn’t a cay, it is part of the island of Great Abaco) and Man O War Cay. Treasure Cay is famous for its stunning beach, having made the Top 10 list of beautiful beaches in the world. The shallow waters that stretch out from its silky shores reflect magnificent shades of turquoise that beg to be photographed. But as we’ve learned, the resulting pictures never seem to fully capture the beauty.

Our visit on Saturday, February 18 to Man O War was synchronized with the “Boater’s Swap Meet” – a huge yard sale that stretches throughout the settlement in which anyone can lay out their spare wares to earn some extra cruising funds. We didn’t have anything worth hawking but we enjoyed browsing the eclectic selection and visiting with the friends that we’ve met while here in the Abacos. That afternoon, after returning to Lucky Peek with our purchase of the day – an ice bucket – we caught up to James and Virginia on Windspirit and Mike and Jan on Imagine a few miles away at an anchorage known as Crawl Bight. They had called us on the VHF to invite us for dinner aboard Imagine. Fresh caught conch, mutton snapper, and slipper lobster. It was a feast! The following day we dinghied around Crawl Bight to snorkel the reef between Guana Cay and Scotland Cay. One of the highlights of the area was the school of large rays that swam ahead of us through the shallow bay as we entered. We noted this as a spot to revisit with Bryan and Allison Mann, who were to arrive in just 10 days!

If this journal entry contained nothing else but the following update, Rod would be completely satisfied. Okay, more than completely satisfied. After we left Crawl Bight we went to the beautiful Bakers Bay anchorage (one of my favorite spots). After setting the hook we dinghied out to the old ship’s channel with Mike and Jan from Imagine in hopes of collecting a few conch for dinner. After an hour or so and only one conch Mike and Jan decided to head back in. Rod was intrigued by the shipwreck that was at the bottom of the ship’s channel, about 25 feet down. He was especially interested in the large fish that had made this their home. I stayed with the dinghy while the mighty spearfisherman (whose dismay over not yet spearing a fish was growing at a rate proportional to every fish James speared) dove down with his spear. His persistence and lung capacity paid off – he surfaced with a 32 inch yellow jack on the end of his spear. His eyes a bit wild with excitement and a large grin escaping the sides of his snorkel. I’m sure he will at some point amend this posting to fill in all the adrenaline laden details since I’m only hitting the most summarized points of the event. I will add that I did not do very well on this fishing adventure. I cried for the speared fish. A hunter I am not. But neither am I a vegetarian. We had two fillets (grilled on our Magma BBQ grill that is connected to our stern rail) that night for dinner. The following night we prepared the remaining 10 fillets and had a dinner party aboard Anejo, with Candy and Les, Terry and Peggy of Attitude, and Robert and Carolyn of Gypsy Common. Two left-over fillets fed Rod and I the next night. It was delicious! Of course Rod could not wait to show James the picture(s) of his bounty and he brings it up in casual conversation every chance he gets.