Motoring into 18 knots when the engine dies. Great.

Rainbow upon leaving Norman’s Cay.

We do seem to be in the midst of a streak of adventure.  Hopefully it’s almost over and I can go back to more boring posts (we swam, we snorkeled, repeat) complete with pretty pictures.

The cold front had finally passed and we decided it was time to get out of Norman’s Cay and move to one of our favorite anchorages last year, Pipe Cay.  We were down to slightly over a half tank of diesel and our reserve tank of water, so it was time to make tracks down to Staniel Cay where we could replenish both.  The plan was to stay in Pipe Cay for a few days, wait out a mild front with westerly winds, move to Staniel, and then backtrack north and spend some time in the Land and Sea Park.  Well you know what they say about plans.

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There are two kinds of sailors: those who have run aground, and those who will.

Another variation on the phrase is “There are two kinds of sailors: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.”  Whichever one you prefer, we joined the first club on Saturday.

Saturday didn’t have much wind and Sunday was forecast to be rainy, so our primary goal for the weekend as we drove down to the boat on Saturday morning was to give Pegu Club a bath.  In the final push to get the barrier coat and bottom paint on her before we launched, certain tasks needed to be skipped.  One of them included washing Pegu Club’s deck, and she was turning into a dirty girl.

I was not looking forward to taking her to the wash-down dock.  I think I’ve mentioned it before: we’re mooring people.  I definitely don’t like docking.  I’m always convinced that I’m going to ram into the dock at 100 mph and break the boat in half, with accompanying explosions so that the entire club burns down.  O.k.  I exaggerate a bit, but I really don’t like docking.  I know it’s one of those things where you only get better with practice, but it’s hard to make myself practice when it makes me so nervous.   Continue reading “There are two kinds of sailors: those who have run aground, and those who will.”