Having done so much on this island the past four days, I had not had the time to write in my journal. Where was I? My brain is still scrambled, especially when it comes to recalling the days and the hours. I’ve had a great time here, but I want to get a move on. Otherwise, I’m settling into island life. No longer surprised by every new thing I see, and I’m a bit less wide-eyed about my experiences. I hope this new perspective will reveal some new things to me, instead of making the rest of this trip less

Time was a blur. I couldn’t keep track of what day of the week it was, and I could not remember how long it had been since an event in my recent memory. I was certain I got here in Hope Town harbor on Elbow Cay yesterday, the thirteenth. But why was it the thirteenth, and not the twelfth? Oh, that’s right. I had missed the departure window, and stayed an extra day at Marsh Harbour. Despite being forced to mold to the local pace of things, I still tried to pack in activities every day. I hated to see

Take my time, do things slow. A lesson hard learned on the cruise south, when I was still Stateside. I was fully practicing this lesson when I was weighing the anchor on that morning, during my last time at Man-O-War Cay. Winds were still plenty strong, somewhere between twenty and twenty five knots. Subsided a bit from the thirty to thirty five from the night before. So I found myself moving between bow and stern to weigh the anchor. Sonora was being pushed back by the winds hard enough that I was unable to pull the boat up towards the

Its nice to be at a place where people come together and help each other, instead of arguing and dividing themselves into camps, following blindly an information feed designed to get more views and follows. By that I mean cruisers, especially single handers. Largely I’ve found single handed cruisers tend to be more complex people, even if they are young. Being out here at sea in solitude, away from distractions of the worldliness must have some purifying effects. The five hour passage to Man-o-War Cay went by quickly. To do so, you have to leave the protected Sea of Abaco

After many days of being at a mooring, it was an extremely nice feeling to be on a moving sailboat. In very good company nonetheless. The wind was blowing from slightly upwind and we got to sail to Powell’s Cay at a good speed. Rob wanted to sail into anchor, which I’ve never done before. So a bit about Rob. Robert is a welder with a really cool career. He’s good at working with his hands, and is obviously someone very good at teaching himself skills. He has only been cruising and sailing for about a year. But he was

Continued from the 1/1/22 entry Lets go back to our second day. When we arrived at Black Sound, I saw a beautiful blue-hull Nor’west 33 moored near me. On one of our runs back to shore, we dinghied near and said hi to the ginger singlehanded sailor. His name was Robert. He is a contract welder that has worked on some really cool jobs, including navy Submarines, and he was thirty-two years old. And just as I was when I was single-handing, he was really eager to have friends to do activities with. Past few days, the three of us