23.05.2014 - 23.05.2014
Day Seven Itinerary: Blackpoint Settlement to Lee Stocking Island (30 miles)
The next morning, we woke up in a bit of a Happier-Hour-Rum-Punch stupor.
Vicki: “Where is my other shoe?”
Matt: “I don’t know. Have you seen my phone?”
Teresa: “What the hell is wrong with my hair?”
Vicki: “We decided to wash it in the sink at Scorpio’s, with hand soap, remember?”
John: “Is this frosting in my nose?”
Matt: “Seriously. Has anyone seen my phone?”
Vicki: “My head hurts.”
We found Matt’s iPhone at the bottom of the ocean under the public dock and we all swore we’d never drink 2-for-1 rum punches again.
At least not until the next time someone offers us 2-for-1 rum punch.
We had to leave early because we had a long sail ahead of us. It was about 30 miles from Blackpoint to Lee Stocking Island. I made egg sandwiches so we could eat on the go.
Every time I used the oven, I had to turn on the gas flow, light a match, and stick my head inside. Somehow, I just think they could come up with a better design.
Once I had managed to toast 12 pieces of bread (one piece at a time, one side at a time, since the broiler was only about 4 inches square) and cook the eggs without blowing up my head, we set off.
We had a pleasant and uneventful sail. The morning weather was great and we enjoyed the constantly changing color of the water along the way.
We arrived at Lee Stocking Island around noon and found a beautiful beach anchorage.
We set up the boat bar and I made champagne punch. Then I whipped up some pizzas for lunch (toasting the pizza crusts. One. At. A. Time.).
Matt and I took the dingy over to a pretty beach that we had passed on the way to our anchorage. As we neared it, the sky started to turn dark.
We got the dingy anchored just as the sky opened up. It POURED.
Why is it that, even though you are in a swimsuit, on a beach, in the ocean, getting wet when it rains seems like an unacceptable option? It's a lot like why a dog gets mad when you blow in its face, but it loves to stick its head out the car window.
When the rain stopped, we headed back for Island Girl. When we got there, the rest of the group wanted to take the dingy over to the beach at which we were anchored and explore. We all headed that way. Just as we got there, the sky literally opened up and dumped all of its contents on us. Everything. Like all the rain intended for at least 3 countries for the next four weeks dumped right on top of us.
What we didn’t think about at the time was that it was also dumping on the boat, which was currently unattended, meaning there was no one to go around and close the hatches.
Congratulations! Wet beds for everyone! Yay!
Seriously, I don't think we would know what to do on this trip without our daily afternoon disaster. It had come to be expected.
We looked like a laundry boat again. My bed was soaked. We had to dry the entire kitchen with towels. John smashed his toe on an open hatch and was bleeding. I had developed some kind of rash. Matt’s iPhone was dead. Sydney had killed her Kindle. Teresa’s foot was still purple. Keith still had that black eye. We all had random bruises, moldy clothes, smelly bathrooms, and sand in our sheets.
It didn’t matter. Our spirits were high. We were on Island Girl and we were having a great time.
We had a sunset party with wine and fruit and cheese. We turned up the music.
For dinner, we had a smoked pork butt that I had carted all the way from TN, baked beans, something “like” cole slaw made with the random ingredients we found in the Exuma Market, and deviled eggs.
For dessert, we made s’mores on the grill (which Matt discovered was never broken…the guys just hadn’t turned on the propane….d’oh!).