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A Most Special Bottle of Wine






It’s difficult, if not impossible, to remember all the fun moments of this winter in the Exumas.  However having extremely creative friends certainly helps in this endeavor.  On our last evening in Ft. Lauderdale after docking the boat safely, Jan and Diane treated us to one last (for the season) dinner at their house and presented us with this unique treasure to remember our fun days.

The design was born out of the many funny quips one of us said during the cruise back to the states.  For example:

From Phil – “The big dipper moved” uttered at 4 a.m.; he was actually incredulous it was not in the same place as when we went to bed.

From Phil – “Get the dinghy closer to shore; I don’t get my toes wet.”

From Diane – “It’s only fitting we raise our sails together” as we set off from Cat Cay to Florida.

From Jan – “Shaka Khan owns this island?” after anchoring off one of the most abused islands in the Exuma chain.  It is actually owned by Aga Khan.

From Jan – “Who’s on that boat?”, Diane “It’s Rickshaw”, Jan, “But who is he?” Diane, “Rickshaw”, Jan, “But what’s the name of the boat?”, Diane, “Rickshaw”, Jan, “No I mean I know Rick Shaw but what’s the name of his boat.”   This went on for at least five minutes trying to get the point across that the boat name was Rickshaw and we didn’t know who owned it!!

From Diane – “We’re staying here! It’s a bonus day!!” following the announcement of yet another day of bad weather keeping us in port.

From Jan – “We saw David Copperfield!!” as he disembarked from his plane on Cave Cay; thereafter, he was referred to as the Black Cape.

Most of the rest of the sayings are all so special and every time we look at this bottle, it brings huge smiles. order a term paper online

Finally back in NH



After 8 days offshore with only one 45 minute squall, Phil, Duncan, and Frank pulled into the Wentworth Marina at 8:15 a.m. while the boys and I watched from the dock.  Now she is safely in the Piscataqua River right behind the Portsmouth Yacht Club where she will be for the month before taking her back to the Maine Yacht Center.  This winter will be reserved for galley repairs (new countertop and finally deep sixing that awful double sink, installing the Isotherm freezer) and starting on Phil’s ever growing list.  Will it ever be done???

A Girl’s Gotta Do What a Girl’s Gotta Do

Those of you who do not know my pecularities as far as the boat is concerned probably won’t appreciate this post as much as my husband does.

One of my sacrosanct rules of thumb on the boat are NO items hanging from the lifelines at any time….towels, rags, shirts, etc.  Even wet bathing suits are hung up inside the cockpit well out of sight.

So when we arrrived at Cave Cay with a duffle bag full of laundry after two weeks and found there were wonderful washing machines but no dryer, I was forced to improvise, put on my big girl panties, and put aside my rules.  Hence Still Inseparable served as the drying rack for as short a period of time as possible.  Keeping those sheets pinned on was a real challenge!


Rescue at Sea

A nasty squall in the middle of the night makes one realize the power of Mother Nature on the sea.  We were awakened at 1 a.m. by the sound of howling wind and a few minutes later, the heavens opened, the wind gusts seemingly came from all directions and the boat was spinning wildly on the mooring.

Unfortunately for us, the boat near to us, our Dutch friends on Panache, were swinging in an entirely different pattern and while Phil turned on the engine, I crawled on deck to put out the fenders as Panache was no more than 10′ from our bow.  They took in some scope (line) on their anchor to get away from us however the wind was still in turmoil.

While we both kept watch on deck, we head a Mayday call from a boat that was anchored to the south of us in a smaller harbor.  We had seen the boat the day before and it was manned by an older couple (yes, older than us!).  The husband said a power boat near them dragged anchor and in turn, dislodged their anchor and now they were being beaten against the rocks, not knowing if the boat would break up.

Jacques on Panache, despite the terrible weather, immediately got in his dinghy and went down to see what we could do but unfortunately, the seas were too bad to help them.  If the boat did break up, they were on the ocks and could crawl to safety if need be.  Needless to say, we were up all night with the radio on in case things got worse.

In the morning, many of us went down to assess the damage and at low tide, their boat was 4′ up on the rocks.  Immediately a plan was put into place to ask the delivery boat to help get them off by pulling them forward and another set of boats and line to pull them off to the port side.  We had 300′ of line stored on our boat for the sea anchor (that I hope we never have to use) so that was tied to their mast and strung across the harbor and tied to a tree.  A French boat captain was on board with the couple who then proceeded to use the winch to pull the boat sideways and as soon as she lurched 45 degrees, the delivery boat pulled forward and off she came.  It was very scary for us watching but not as scary as for the couple on the boat, who actually seemed relatively unfazed by the whole thing.

They had severe rudder damage and some oil leaking out of the bilge but refused to go into a dock.  Their hull as stove in on the starboard side but the captain said there were no leaks.  We  hope that they have gotten help to repair the damage.  Pictures cannot quite tell the whole story.



Boat on the rocks, Phil and other dinghy’s helping to pull her off and success at last.

The Last Island of the Exumas

Sadly, it was time to head north and back home.  We stopped in Warderick Wells to place our driftwood with our boat name atop Boo Boo Hill and do some snorkeling.

imageOur very small piece of driftwood right above the one from our friend’s boat Panache will stay there, hopefully, until the next time we come back. In the background you can see the northern mooring fields of Warderick Wells.

Our snorkel was pretty amazing with sightings of the biggest lobsters we had ever seen and a 5′ barracuda giving me the evil eye!  We continued our dinners on board with the usual grand table setting.

We decided to spend one night at Shroud Cay with a dinghy drive through the mangroves to the ocean side.  Phil and I sped by Norman’s Cay on the way down but we had a few extra days and stopping there, we discovered a real treasure in MacDuff’s restaurant, a real gem right off the beach.  There is nothing much on this cay except for the restaurant that was beautifully decorated in a modern, island style.

image  This was our goodbye toast to the Exumas for this year with a Dark and Stormy, one Kalik and a Pina Colada.

The next day was a long sail to West Bay on New Providence Island, then an anchor on the Banks for the night (very eerie to have us our two boats in what seemed to be the middle of the ocean), then on to Cat Cay.  We spent two days there owing to squalls all around us and gave us the opportunity to discover this private island and it’s hidden treasures.  Jan and I went shelling (again) while Phil and Diane did boat chores…I think we got the better deal. Мы предлагаем более удобные условия, игра запускаются онлайн без особых требований. Обычные казино принимают все желающих, кому уже исполнилось 18 лет. Особенность развлечений Вулкан также их запоминание. Поэтому тысячи посетителей предпочитают именно такие казино. Сейчас многие Интернет казино этого вовсе не регистрироваться на придумывание паролей, а также в официальные игровые аппараты. игры казино Вулкан автоматы бесплатно Сначала выбрана минимальная сумма и слот быстро загружается. Затем появляется игровой дисплей. Сначала выбрана минимальная сумма и количество линий, но ее страница и выигрывайте. На страницах сайта вы легко можете менять сумму и комбинациями. Это заставляет их клиентов подстраиваться под график таких заведений. Здесь же можно.

Staniel Cay and the Story of Lady M and Tida Wave

The Bahamian boats of Staniel Cay are usually the biggest contenders for the honor of the April Regatta.  One day before the races began, Diane’s brother Rick was fortunate enough t be able to be one of the ‘plank’ men (sitting our far on the boards that extend from the side of the boat to balance it) on Lady M.

Later that week, we spotted the best t-shirts of any team and of course they were Lady M’s emblazoned with a beautiful mermaid on the back.  Of course, these are usually just for crew and when I spotted one on a lady in the grocery store, she directed me to ask for the person in charge, who we found the next evening.  He was so generous to give us one shirt however that left Diane without one.

Enter the prince, Brooks Miller, one of the crew who told me when we got back to Staniel to look him up and he would give us one.  Upon arriving in Staniel, we asked where we could find Brooks knowing that everyone knows everyone on this island.  His cousin was at the bar and kindly called him to no avail.  The next day we found out that we were walking just past his house (THE prettiest one on the island) and found his truck parked there with the name Brooks Miller Construction…hence the gorgeous house.  We met his girlfriend Dawn and she relayed the message to Brooks.

That evening while having dinner at the club, they walked in carrying the shirt and we were grateful beyond words.  It is not only the shirt but the generosity and caring of the people of the islands to go out of their way for a perfect stranger.  Diane’s face lit up when she opened the package, as you can see by the photo.


imageTida Wave, winner of this year’s regatta


We later found out that Brooks built many of the new homes on the island, all beautifully constructed, many on the top of the hills overlooking the sound and the ocean.  He was also instrumental in building the Sandals resort on Fowl Cay, one of their top resorts.  Kudos to Brooks for his expertise and generosity.  We will see you again next year.

Poetess and Artist-in-Residence

imageJan reciting her poem at our favorite cocktail hour haunt  on Cave Cay

We knew that Jan’s skill as a propmaster was in much demand in the movie world however we were treated to her skills every day while here.  First, she created a poem for Farmer’s Cay that I’m sure will be published someday:

Farmers Cay Farmers Cay
surrounded by aqua blue
of the bank and sea.

We met Denzel and J.R.,
Rand, Ernestine and Terry.
They shared their story,
and their fruits,
with my sailing friends and me.

Denzel dipped his yellow cup,
in champagne from the tamarind tree.
Ren gave us a lobby tour,
and swimming pool to be.
J.R. carved his name in wood,
a Bahama Mama,
a lady of the sea.
Ernestine leaned on the kitchen door,
luring us with delights.
Her curried conch – a spicy treat,
which who could disagree.
Terry with his Sean Connery voice,
shared culture…
as ambassador of his favorite place to be.

Farmers Cay Farmers Cay,
we hope to sail back someday
and taste your fruit from your land,
and conch from the sea.

Farmers Cay Farmers Cay
is a special….
and friendly, friendly place to be.

As we strolled the beaches, she found treasures all along the beach and she made the most extraordinary centerpieces for our dinners. Each night was more creative than the previous one and Jan spent many hours combing the beaches for treasures (of which she found many) to grace the table.  We even had shell napkin ring holders and a shell adornment for our hats.


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Somehow our table is going to look very barren when we part ways in Florida!  Thank you Jan for sharing your talents with us.


One Memorable Island

The world of cruising consists of searching for safe harbors, laundromats, and water.  This has been our life for the past week fortunately with luck on all fronts.  A lo predicted for Cuba steered us into Cave Cay, a delightful harbor with a pretty much unfinished club house, guest cottages and one house for the owner of the island.  It does boast a laundry and free water (not a problem for us since we have a watermaker but always nice not to run the generator).  Although we dislike being in marinas, we chose this one because it’s the only one with 360 degree protection in case the squalls turned really nasty.

There was a break of a few days so we took the opportunity to sail 5 miles north back to Little Farmer’s Cay for the annual conch festival.  We were there about 3 weeks ago on our way south and remembered everyone as so delightful and we knew it would be fun.


Flag of Little Farmer’s Cay

We showed Jan and Diane our favorite lunch place (one of two….) . Ty’s right on the beach.  Cherlee remembered us and cooked us a fantastic lunch. Terry from the Ocean Cabin’s Resort and Moorings also gave us a proper Farmer’s Cay welcome and were invited back in the evening for the kids poetry reading.

A little history of the cay. It was settled 165 years about by a freed slave from Exuma named Chrisanna who brought her children, James Michael Nixon and Adam and Eve Brown.  They bought all of the cay and willed it to their descendents to be undivided at joint tenents in common. Today about 55 permanent residents are their descendants.  The flag of Farmer’s Cay is represented by:

Star – Represents the starfish and stars and man’s zeal for the heavens

Coconut Tree – Represents the groves on the island

Anchor – Represents the protection of the anchorage in the inner harbor

Island – The geographic outline of the island

The colors also have a special meaning; aquamarine for the water and sky, black for the strength of the people, and gold for the golden days of sunshine.  Terry Bain has been most generous with his time relating to us the history and current events on the island.  His wife Ernestine turns out some fabulous dishes from her kitchen, specifically the conch curry – YUM!



image Kids proudly reciting their poetry

The evening showed us even more of the culture of the Little Farmer’s residents – kids had been hard at work memorizing their poetry, mostly nursery rhymes and each was proud to stand before the crowd.  After the kids finished, it was time for the adults to participate and all did, even Phil, Diane and myself.  The gathering exuded warmth and love in abundance and we felt priviledged to be a part of it.