We awoke on Monday morning to take stock of our surroundings for real. We had the "Deluxe Cabin" which means that we have a wider top bunk. These are special cabins for $200 extra. Basically this means that Bruce and I can both sleep on the top bunk where the air from our opening port can reach us. It also means that we have the whole bottom bunk to throw our bag. We spread out our clothes there making it easier to find our stuff. We really roughed it on this trip. Each passenger had a "kit" consisting of one each face, hand, body, & beach towel for the week. One set of sheets on each bunk and a really scratchy wool blanket. Strangely enough, we actually used the wool blanket every night after the first. We shared a "head" (bathroom) among 8 people. This was the deciding factor for some of the people we had invited along on this trip. It didn't turn out to be bad, but it was definately a way to get to know your fellow passengers.
We crept out of our cabin in the early morning and made our way up to the deck to await the making of coffee and the awakening of our friends. It wasn't too long before we had both coffee and friends to hang out with. The morning was beautiful and we were anxious to be underway.
We had some free time again this morning. I bundled up in the cool morning air and made some notes in my journal.
This is a "real" sailing trip. No pre-planned itinerary. Our Skipper would decide each day where we would go and when. This morning we had a ripping tide flowing through the channel between the islands. In this picture, taken of the marker warning boaters off of a giant submerged rock, you can see the water is all churned up by the current.
The mast on the Liberty makes it impossible for us to take the preferred route out of the marina, which would take us under the bridge to Paradise Island. So we learned from our Skipper, there would be a delay in our departure until the tide slackened at around 10 am.
We took a stroll around the Marina and checked out our surroundings, then went back to the ship. We couldn't wait to get going. We all congregated in the main saloon for the first of our meals aboard. We had no idea when we booked this trip that we would be so lavishly fed. By the end of the cruise, we were all in awe of our cook, Chris and her assistant. They made magic in the galley in less than optimal conditions. Chris produced fresh baked goodies at 3 meals per day. By mid week we were all trained to gravitate towards the main saloon where the food would be set out in abundance. I began to know what it could be like to be a cat.
Finally the tide turned and we were able to get underway. We still had some wind against us so the crew had to push the ship off the dock. The passengers were asked to stay out of the way while the crew worked to get us into position so we could motor into the channel.
Once everyone was back aboard, we headed off to find our first anchorage. We motored sedately past beautiful tropical homes.
We envied these cruisers anchored securely off to the side of this busy channel, just enjoying their cruiser lives in paradise.
Finally we were free and it was time to think about raising sails. This cruise advertised passenger participation and our guys were ready to get "hands on". They had been checking out the gear and discussing possible strategies. The sails had no "slides", as we are familiar with the term, but would slide up the giant masts on these rings.
It didn't look like it would be an easy task to me. The crew divided those of us who wished to participate into two groups and explained our function. We were to watch our leader who would call out orders for us to "heave" and take "two steps back" and "drop line". Sounds simple enough. So we manned our lines.
We all heaved on command and the huge heavy sails slowly rose. We did one sail at a time with one group on the "throat" which was the mast end, and the other group on the "peak" which is the other end of these squarish sails. We alternated working our halyards up and up to keep the top of the sail relatively square.
It was a hard job but with enough muscle on the lines, we got it done. In no time, the crew was tidying things up on deck and our sails filled with the brisk winds.
Our sailor guys were in heaven. The crew wouldn't let anyone do any of the heavy labor. Ever safety conscious, they made us stand back while they trimmed sails. But, once we had things set, they did allow the guys to take turns on the helm. I had planned to try it out but with the winds as high as they were, I opted out, leaving it to the men. Each of them lasted about 30 minutes before they were ready to pass it along to the next guy. It was quite a job. The Skipper hung around to make sure that things went right, but as the week wore on, he seemed to be more confident in our group and would leave them alone at times.
The rest of the passengers, 28 in all, entertained themselves in various ways. Annette brought out her sketch book and fascinated us all with her amazing talent. She could be seen thoughout the trip recording random moments with her pencils. She assured us that "anyone can do it", but I don't think so...
We reached Eleuthera Island and the crew dropped sails and anchored the ship near several cruiser's boats. This must be the place!
The crew splashed the dinghy off the stern and the passengers prepared to go ashore for a sundown stroll. We split up into groups as the dinghy ferried us all to the shores of a beautiful white coral sand beach.
The waning daylight made for a cool splashy ride but we were in heaven. I couldn't wait to sink my toes into the coral sands.
Do you KNOW how long it's been?! A YEAR! Never again... will I let a whole year pass between island trips. We made landfall and were put ashore by our trusty crewman, Michael as he sped back to pick up another bunch...
We strolled this private haven, safe from all of the stresses of life and I once again tried to imagine a life with days full of this same old- same old. Would we ever tire of beach combing and tropical sunsets? I would love to find out.
We climbed the rocks on the beach and gazed out over our anchorage, to the comforting sight of our ship lying in wait for our return.
We were awed by the beauty of this place with it's unhindered view of the setting sun casting it's dying light upon the fortunate cruisers anchored here. We caught the dink back to the ship where we enjoyed our first offshore sundowners and a decadent dinner. Not a care in the world worried our dreams this night. And tomorrow, we would rise and start it all over again... JASDIP.
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