|A long and winding road|
|Migrating butterflies all over the place|
|Big creepy spider preparing her dinner|
I had hoped for some fresh veggies but really didn’t see anything that I knew how to cook… mostly some very robust looking greens. I had my eye on a really pretty hand woven purse with goat fur accents… but it was $65 and I couldn’t justify the purchase since I haven’t carried a purse in more than three years…
We had seen them here last week and I talked myself out of buying one… then I spent the entire rest of the week asking myself why I hadn’t. Not going to make that mistake again.
The men hung out admiring the new roof while the women went about business. Before we turned to leave we found some loaves of fresh baked bread and picked up one of those. I eat so much more bread out here cruising than I’ve ever eaten before. But I just can’t pass it up… it’s SO good! I like to justify it by telling myself that I’m stimulating the local economy… yeah, that’s what I’m going with.
They invited another couple and their son, and the seven of us took off over the hill.
Stunning of course. Nothing new here, we’re getting used to it… We stood around chit-chatting until the guys prompted us to turn around and backtrack to the dinghies and returned to our respective boats.
It was a deep rich color with very thin rind. It was nothing like the pale tasteless melons we get back in the States. We relaxed and got in a long nap. Hey, doing manual labor has made us very tired! We were just waking up and lying around reading when we heard Jerry holler across at us from Encore.
We scrambled to get our drinks ready and headed for the shore!
Days like this make me think about my former life. Back when I was stressed out and tired all the time. Back when almost every moment of my day…week… month was planned out in minute detail. Spontaneity was something I had to work to cultivate. But if you have to cultivate it… then it isn’t spontaneous… right?
Now our days just seem to “happen”. We never know how they will go. It’s like we are careening through space with no ties. It’s like every day really is a fortune cookie that we crack open to read…
|The girls, yes swatting no-see-ums|
We shared stories and weather forecasts and swatted no-see-ums (yes, I forgot to bring my repellant… when will I learn) and made short-term plans written in sand at high tide. We watched the sun go down and suddenly scattered back to our floating homes bathed in glorious colors of sunset.
We were in for a doozie of a blow. The next day would begin very calmly with a light breeze from the south. It would continue to clock around to SW, W , NW and eventually north with steadily increasing velocity.
Thompsons Bay is protected from all but southerly winds, but since the winds from the south were forecast to be light and for only short in duration before they clocked behind the peninsula… we figured we could stand it. I guess we didn’t have much choice… there was nowhere to run here on Long Island.
|Bow goes up...|
|Bow goes down...|
We set the anchor and Encore came over soon afterwards to park nearby. It would be a long day.
We piddled and read and I cooked some things. I was just saying as we sat down to eat lunch with the boat leaping against her anchor rode… “I wonder if we should get the cat out of our room in case she gets seasick…” when I heard the telltale sound of – yes – she was seasick.
I guess the good news is that since we had never really attended to our morning chores, the bed was unmade and she only took out the sheets and not the bedspread.
Hey, they probably were due for a wash anyway and I was just being lazy. Now we had to figure out where to hang them to dry without the boat taking flight! I spread them out as best I could, figuring with all the ventilation we were getting, they would be dry by naptime. And they were!
After another lengthy nap (that’s two days in a row!!!) I got up and made a nice steaming pot of homemade chili. It was actually quite cool with the winds now blowing from the NW, bringing lots of wintery thoughts. Hey, I even had to dig out my sweatpants and hoodie! Brrr…
It was still blowing pretty briskly but the land flattened the water and our evening was calm. Somehow after a day spent doing very little other than reading about cruising the island of Hispaniola we were ready for bed again.
The weather forecast for the rest of the week had us confounded. We really want to get on with our plans, especially after reading the cruising guides. But it looked like we would be staying on here a while, and that’s OK too. Cruising life is good.