All in sailing
We have now been on the boat for 6 months, and I have a lot to write about the undertaking we've chosen. My primary thought is, usually, so what? We've harbored qualities of avant-gardeness for most of our time together. So we want to live on a sailboat? Who cares? (And maybe you don't and you can stop reading now.) Most days I don't think our lifestyle is all that extraordinary. It seems crazy even as I type, that this life doesn't feel so different than our previous life at times.
I know, I know. I haven't kept up a good account of the places we've been on this blog. I've started writing a post about a typical day for us, and in reflecting, it feels as though we're nearly as busy as we were prior to living on the boat. The busyness (minus Kai's work) is a different kind of busy though. We have things like sailing, boat chores, maintenance, planning, and exploring to do in addition to all the usual activities in a day: cook, eat, groom, school (which for us is drawing, writing words, and listening to stories), look in the mirror and sing Moana songs (the mirror is critical to this activity and this is mostly a Rev thing), and play.
First, let me warn you that I cannot and will not stop marveling at the color of the sea in the Bahamas, and I will try to fit the turquoise splendor into my narration as often as possible. I can't help it.
We planned on West End being a short stopover on our way to more remote cays, however, stopping there did allow us to see a little bit of what the locals have been dealing with since Hurricane Matthew hit last fall.
After preparing feverishly all day, we left Lake Sylvia, Fort Lauderdale, Florida at midnight, prepared for about a 12 hour sail to West End, Grand Bahama Island. We wanted to make sure to have plenty of daylight when we arrived to check into customs and find a place to stay for the night.
There were countless chores to do before heading offshore such as putting our new dinghy on deck (dinghies are best lashed on deck instead of towing or hanging behind the stern on the arch), putting all the tools and items away (for future information, this basically takes longer than it takes to sail across the Atlantic), and general stowing of anything that could fly around and break something or someone.