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We arrived in Key West at daylight after an all day and night sail. The weather was pretty good throughout.
We anchored in the middle of a squadron of about 20 boats. The captain of our nearest neighbor dingied over and gave us a little lecture about being too close and to warn us of the bad holding in the anchorage. Then he glanced at the boat and said,"whoa! what is this? its built like a friggin tank!" Ha, yes it is.
I storm was brewing to our west and unfortunately for us, we were exposed on that side. Just before sunset a white squall slammed us hard. The boat pitched heavily in the wind all
night long. John said he got airborne several times during the night(he was sleeping up in the bow). I was in the aft cabin and maybe got two hours sleep. We were all too ready to weigh anchor and get moving in the morning. I had originally wanted to enter the Bahamas
via Cay Sal Bank on the southern end but now that the north wind blew the only
way to stick with the plan was to wait it out in Key West. We would lose valuable time doing that. So we came up with an alternative to keep us
moving closer to the goal. We were going
to work our way up southern and eastern side of the keys. They would provide protection as we made our
way up to cross over to North Cat Cay just south of Bimini. Our plan today was to make Bahia Honda State
Park 33 miles away. The sail was
surprising nice considering the cold north wind. We trolled with deep diving crank baits along
the way and managed to land three nice grouper in 12 feet of water. We make anchor around 4:30. The park is written up as a very nice place
to camp. It looked inviting from the
boat.
Our Bahia Honda State Park anchorage
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We left Bahia Honda State Park for Islamorada on a long 45
mile sail. The wind picked up in the
afternoon and we made 8.6 miles per hour in a strong North breeze. I reserved a slip at Smugglers Cove Marina
and we made the very tricky entry into the tight marina entrance without
crashing into the other boats. I still
have a ways to go before I feel
confident in my docking ability.
A very tight entry into Smugglers Cove Marina. It was a fun lay over.
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The next day we prepared the boat for the gulf stream
crossing. We moved the masthead a little
more forward to try and stop the excessive weather helm and cleaned up. We were planning on making our move in two
days but we met a very experienced fisherman named Russ who said tomorrow would
be the day to go. I met Russ in the bar
later that evening and I milked him for all I could on fishing in the Bahamas. He was more than happy to tell me what he
knew. Russ had been fishing the Bahamas
for a while and had seen it all.
We left Smugglers Cove for the Bahamas at 8:00 am and I
grounded the boat again leaving the marina.
I just can’t seem to keep Mary Annie off the bottom. Russ said the crossing would be good and it
was. We motor sailed the entire trip of
82 miles to keep our speed up. When we
entered the Gulf Steam we encountered large swells that were left over from the
strong North wind two days previous. It
was exciting.
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| Gulf Stream Blue |
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| Catching a nap before the sun goes down |
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| Sunset over the Gulf Stream |
We caught one Mahi Mahi
along the way which provided us with two delicious meals. We made anchor at 8:30 pm
on the south side of South Cat Cay. This
was a beautiful and protected anchorage.
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| South Cat Cay provided protection and was beautiful |
The next morning we had to make some decisions.
We had another long 76 mile run to Chub
Cay.
John seemed to want to leave
today.
I was wanting to rest up in North
Cat Cay Yacht Club before we left for Chub Cay.
We decided to clear Customs at the Yacht Club and ask about the trip
over to Chub Cay.
We cleared customs
without a problem and decided to stay the night and sail to Chub Cay in the
morning.
We met a very nice gentleman
named Ivan who was bartending at Bu’s Bar.
We didn’t get our much needed rest at the club as the wind shifted and
slammed us all night at dock.
We were up
several times during the night trying to keep the boat from being damaged.
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| Taking a siesta at North Cat Cay Yacht Club. Rift raft like us had very restricted access to this private island, but we had fun here and met a fun bartender named Ivan. |
We left for Chub Cay around 8:00 am and had our best sailing
of the trip.
We averaged close to 7
knots.
We also caught 3 cuda along the
way.
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| John lands a cuda on our sail to Chub Cay |
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| John relaxing on the best day of sailing of the trip |
As we sailed into the night John
turned off all the monitors and we just sat back and watched the stars as we
sailed.
The night sky out here is
amazing.
It was a special day.
We made anchor at Chub Cay around 10:00
pm.
It is an easy entry even at
night.
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| Leaving Chub Cay on our way to Fraziers Hog Cay |
The next morning we motored for 4 miles to a place called
Fraziers Hog Cay. We motored up a
channel and anchored in a nice spot to kayak and fish. We caught a large cuda upon entry and decided
to keep it for chum. We hung it over the
side of the boat for tomorrows fishing.
That night as we watched a movie, we heard loud thrashing outside by the
boat. A large shark had taken the cuda
right off the side of the boat.
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| John fails in his attempt to extract a Conch from it's shell |
The next morning we motored along the 600 foot depth line
trying to catch some tuna and mahi mahi with no luck.
We turned to anchor midday in the most
beautiful spot on Whale Cay just off the Whale Point lighthouse.
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| Whale Point lighthouse on Whale Cay |
We got the kayak out and I hit the bank for
some fishing along a wild and beautiful coast.
I managed to catch a large cuda which would become bait for some shark
fishing later on that night.
John later
did some kayak fishing and brought back a nice snapper for dinner.
I hooked up the cuda before dark with a large
shark rig and dropped him in.
Five
minutes later the reel started screaming as a large shark had engulfed the 20
lb cuda and was headed to deep water.
I
manned the rod and reel and watched the 50 lb test line spool.
I cranked down the drag to keep from getting
spooled and turned to John and said we weren’t landing this one.
Then the line snapped.
John looks at me and said we need a bigger
boat.
It was chilling.
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| The barracuda is our bait for shark fishing. They can't resist them. |
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| Whale Point lighthouse |
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| Whale Cay sunset |
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| Whale Cay sunrise |
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| fishing off of Whale Point |
We pulled anchor early in the morning for our 33 mile trip
to Nassau.
We rigged the fishing gear in
hopes to land something along the way.
The sea was especially rough that day and we were wondering why we
didn’t check the weather before we left.
Little did we know the US embassy had issued a warning that day about
the dangerously large swells that were coming in from the Northeast and told
residence to stay off the beaches and out of the waters.
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| This is the flyer we read after landing in Nassau |
We soon were sailing in 20 foot plus swells
with confused seas.
It was an incredible
display of power as these swells swept across us at 30 miles per hour.
Now I know experienced blue water sailors would yawn in these conditions. But a river rat from Arkansas that has never sailed in the ocean before this trip found it quiet exciting. We were sailing with a reefed jib and motoring at 1200 rpm just like the Rasmus manual said and the ride was really comfortable for the conditions. The boat handled it well.
We never felt in danger but we were also
aware that the conditions would get worse as the sea shallowed up upon our
entry into Nassau Harbour.
At 5 miles
out from Nassau, we could see the huge breakers slam the shore and wash up into
the streets of the city.
It was an
anxious time.
As we neared the harbor
entry point, we rode up the side of three large 25 foot swells that broke just 50 yards to starboard of the boat.
We kept as close
to the port side as we could to keep from getting caught on the breaking side
of the swells that could potentially wash us into the shore.
John was steering the boat at this point and
did a perfect job in navigating the dangerous conditions.
We made the harbor in one piece and were soon
tide up at Hurricane Hole Marina.
John
had said he wanted challenging conditions at least one time on this trip.
We got them.
The locals were all talking about all the sand and debris that was covering the streets of Nassau that had been pushed in by the breakers.
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| John handling the boat as we enter Nassau Harbor |
I had to say goodbye to John Thomas today as he flew back home for more responsible business. I can't thank him enough for joining me in Sarasota and sailing to Nassau. I don't think I could have made my schedule without him as solo sailing is a lot more tiring than I had anticipated. I learned a lot about sailing form him along the way. He is a great sailor, teacher, and now good friend. Thanks John, we make a good team.
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| Mary Annie looking good at dock in the Hurricane Hole Marina, Nassau after nearly 2000 miles of hard travel |
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| Little Mary Annie dwarfed by the mega yachts around her |
Here we will wait for family to come in for a visit in a week and then my brother Pete the next week when we will then explore the Exumas for a month.
