We’ve come to the end of our time in the Bahamas. Our alarms are set for 3AM, an early start for our sail to Turks and Caicos.
I wish I could say that our final week here has been amazing, but, thanks to the weather, frustrating is a more accurate description. We’ve been held hostage on the boat this week by relentlessly strong wind and waves (so strong that our sanity-saving swell bridle could no longer handle its load and we had to take it off, which made the boat extremely uncomfortable). We’d taken a chance staying on for a second week in Mayaguana, hoping for just one calm day for exploring the amazing reefs that surround the island. One day out of fourteen was all we were hoping for (and what was in the forecast). It never panned out. Such a lackluster ending to our stay in the beautiful country that we’ve loved calling home. You win some, you lose some.
We managed to get off the boat for a couple of rough dinghy rides and unremarkable attempts at snorkeling and fishing in the chop that ended abruptly – who knew that so many sharks could co-exist on a single reef? Brian did manage to find us a large conch for one last Bahamian fritter-fest, and we finally got around to making a traditional conch horn out of the shell. Lobsters of Mayaguana can breathe a sigh of relief, as April 1 marked the end of the season, and we are no longer a threat.
Minor setbacks aside, we’re really going to miss this beautiful, largely untouched slice of paradise. The Bahamas shaped us into more capable sailors: confident on overnight passages and practiced at reading the water (not just our GPS charts). We’re not experts, but we’re also no longer newbies. Armed with better skills and more confidence, we’re ready to test these skills as we change gears and make tracks to the Caribbean.