Rockin and a Rollin

Ambler Isle
V and S
Mon 31 Jan 2011 14:38
Jan 28, 2011
Mysteriously, the front never appeared with its 50k squalls.  So it seemed we'd moved to Between the Majors for no reason.  Til the winds shifted.  It became downright unpleasant in the anchorage we'd just left.  Pirate had some things for us, so we went over to fetch them. WOW!  What a chop.  Their boat guests had gone ashore to avert seasickness.  Back at the Amber Isle it was calm and pleasant.  We switched directions as the tide went out, then again when it came in.  We wondered that the usually cautious sailors were nowhere to be seen.  Valt spent the day installing new watermaker membranes, I baked a pound cake in preparation of a rum cake.  At 3pm we went to the beach where Jim and Janie from Pirate were starting their fish fry.  He fried fresh french fries and then Mahi.  Very tasty.  Another couple in the anchorage landed at our beach, and seeing the huge fry pot asked if they could go get some things to fry.  Nothing goes to waste in the Bahamas, including a pot of hot oil, so of course, Jim agreed.  They returned with potatoes, onion rings, cracked conch and more boaters.  Soon our little party of 6 grew til there were 20.  One woman, Arlene from s/v Kasadah  arrived telling her tale of woe.  They had gone aground on the very same reef in front of the Staniel Cay Yacht Club as the 65' trawler last week.   As soon as she called out for help on the VHF radio, people began asking their position and starting up their dinghies.  In no time 20 rubber boats had come to assist.   I always marvel at the great community of boaters that congregate here every season.   I cut my rum cake a little thinner and set out the homemade rum sauce, chopped walnuts, and whipped cream.  Others brought veggies, dips, crackers, and even a homemade key lime pie.  What a great feast.  Women eagerly exchanged recipes  Dogs romped. Dinghies bobbed in the outgoing tide.  A bonfire illuminated the moonless night.  One  man lit sparklers.  Life's little pleasures.  We rode home in a pitch black night, using our spot light to find our way.  Tomorrow we would move back to the western anchorage.  Before we left, we stopped by  Pretty Penny and Carleigh to say goodbye.  RitaMay on Carleigh showed me her new hobby:  making jewelery.  I left with a pair of earrings made with pieces of bright blue sea glass.  Once at our old-new-old new anchorage, we let out our anchor chain to straighten out a curl.  After anchoring for so long, swinging in the arc each night, and turning 180 degrees when in a strong current spot, the anchor becomes twisted.  The danger here is that it may jam up on the way out.  Valt did some maintenance on the anchor winch.   By then it was time to pile into the dinghy and go to the beach to watch sunset.  Unlike the night before, we had the beach to ourselves.