The definition of damp ... Friday 15 Feb 2013
The past two days have been quite warm and humid with winds
from the south. Overnight we got some
rain and the weather had clearly “turned”.
The forecast wasn’t looking good for a voyage to Eleuthera. Also the big winds that are forecast for
Saturday night have been up-graded from 20-25 to 30-40 mph. The best option seemed to be to refuge in
Hope Town Harbor (good protection from all directions.) We set out from Marsh
Harbour after a visit to the fuel dock for diesel and water. We arrived about noon and felt pleased to be
in a safe place for the upcoming weather.
As we were having a coffee in the cockpit, the sky grew ominous. Then the wind started to blow and the rain
came.
By it’s very nature, the sailboat is a damp place. During a day of rain and wind it can start to
feel like the incarnation of damp. This
afternoon was chilly and uninviting and reminded me of a vacation we took to
Switzerland from the UK when Tasha was very little. We felt proud of using our air miles for the
flights. We took a train from Geneva to
Grindelwald with all our camping gear.
After setting up our tent in the valley under the mountains, the
vacation seemed to hold great promise.
Then it started to rain steadily.
The tent began to leak. We were
forced to create a “patch” for the fly sheet using an orange survival bag. This was cut open and laid over the top of
the tent attached with Band-aids (sticking plaster) to the tent. While that kept our sleeping quarters dry,
there was still the problem of what to do with our days. It wasn’t trivial to keep two adults and a
three year old amused in the continual rain.
Many trips to the local swimming pool just got us colder and more wet.
The day it snowed was the day we phoned the airline and brought forward our
return flight.
Now it’s past sundown and still raining. Mike went out to
try and get some low light photos and came back soaked but happy. The boat is still
a lot more cozy than a tent and tonight we’ll hunker down and watch a film on the
computer.
Gloria
26 32.281 N, 76 57.596 W
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26 32.281 N, 76 57.596 W
Threatening skies on our short trip from Marsh Harbor to Hope Town
The Marsh Harbor ferry arrives in Hope Town
Chairs
Transit post
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Hope Town light
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