Anchorage at Double Breasted Cay, Bahama
On our first stop at Double Breasted Cay, it took five attempts to get the anchor to hold. Even then the chop was so heavy that Bob spent the first night napping in the cockpit on anchor watch. In normal conditions, the anchor alarm can be heard in our cabin; but the winds & waves made too much noise that night.
The anchor held (or was it the 150 feet of chain we had down). The next night we were more relaxed and comfortable about the whole thing.
|Double Breasted is two parallel sets of cays/rocks.
The area between the two is very shallow but some boats do manage to
This "inside" section was great for exploring by dinghy. There are so many places to cut in and out of. The shallow water is very, very clear, but with very few fish. We only ran aground a couple of times in the dinghy.
Our second stop at Double Breasted with Cory & Sylisha was cut short. On the second morning a storm moved in very fast. We were anchored close to the rocks and the strong winds began pushing us closer and closer to them. I was still below in my nighty, so Cory went forward to pull up the anchor. For those that may think this is an arduous chore, it isn't. We have a windlass that does the heavy work. The anchor person needs to make sure the chain is clear and insure that the anchor sets back in place correctly, while not overtaxing the windlass. This is usually a simple procedure but sometimes things go wrong. Under the conditions, Bob was concerned that Cory may need help and instructed me to go forward to assist.
Now we come to one of the things that cruisers must accept, even if we don't like it. If you are going to succeed with this kind of living, there must be only ONE person in charge. You must trust that person explicitly; your life could well depend on it. On our boat that person is Bob. He is the most knowledgeable and capable. Even though I laughingly call him Captain, in a serious situation that's exactly what he is. Even if I don't agree to the seriousness of the situation, I MUST obey his instruction without question. That doesn't mean I can't give him hell later, but for that situation, I must do as told.
So here I am in my nighty and the rain is coming down so hard we can hardly see. The wind is blowing the boat closer and closer to the rocks. The waves are bouncing us to high heaven. The worst place to be in that kind of weather, short of up the mast, is the bow of the boat. Cory had on a harness but in the excitement I had failed to don one. The anchor didn't come up as easily as expected. By the time we got it in place, the boat was bouncing so hard that we had to crawl on hands and knees back to the cockpit. What a picture that must have been: Cory all dressed and harnessed, and me crawling along the boat in my soaked nighty. I really thought Sylisha would panic but she just kept making remarks about " too old for wet t-shirt contests".
The stormed passed, I got dressed, and we set sail for Moraine Cay. Cory quickly took over the duties as first mate, which was great. That meant I could concentrate on preparing "gourmet" meals and Sylisha could concentrate on her naps & tanning.
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