Well, now we ARE sorta going to disappear. Tomorrow, absent a major
forecast change, we'll be under way to the Jumentos and Raggeds, remote,
unoccupied islands in the south central Bahamas. It's entirely possible that
we'll be out of internet contact until we return to the states for weddings
and births (well, one of each), late March/early April.
You can still follow us on tinyurl.com/flyingpigspot, our sharing page for
the SPOT locator beacon; the last pix still up are of our circumnavigation
of Stocking Island - but that page only stores a week's worth of locations,
so that part may be gone by the time you have a look.
If you zoom in after clicking the hybrid tab, you can see the shallows we
have to avoid in our travels to the Jumentos - once there it's a bit less
hyperactive to route around them!
L8R, y'all
Skip and crew, out living the dream
--
Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig KI4MPC
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"Believe me, my young friend, there is *nothing*-absolutely nothing-half so
much worth doing as simply messing, messing-about-in-boats; messing about in
boats-or *with* boats.
In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's
the charm of it.
Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your
destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get
anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in
particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and
you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not."
"Flying Pig" wrote in message
...
No, we've not disappeared :{))
Volleyball is mostly old fogies such as myself, and thus the scenic
enhancement of bikini-clad lovelies is nowhere to be found, unfortunately.
There are the occasional bikinis on the beach, but the courts are well off
the shore, and aside from passing them on the way in, I don't see them
:{))
The closest seen on the courts is a hardbody couple in their 30s; she
usually has a short-shorts and halter outfit, gentle on the eyes, but far
more significantly, she also sports a lovely tattoo just above the
beltline of said shorts. Her play is exemplary... I've enjoyed playing
in the "fun volleyball" group each afternoon in which we've not been
otherwise involved, as it's great exercise, albeit proving the aphorism
that white men can't jump which I fortunately overcome sometimes by virtue
of my 6-4 height and 38" arms.
We've been bouncing around, as you can see on our SPOT page,
tinyurl.com/flyingpigspot, from beach to beach to town, and, yesterday, a
circumnavigation of Elizabeth Island. All this activity has much to do
with my son and his wife's visit with us, ending tomorrow.
Lots of little sails between scenic sites, music activities (we 4 aboard
did the anthem last Sunday at beach church, e.g., and have enjoyed singing
barbershop harmony as well, aboard, plus the weekly jam at the Sand Bar
restaurant along with the weekly ARG [Alcohol Research Group] meetings
held on Hamburger Beach), shore excursions, hikes, snorkeling and the
like.
Before my son and daughter-in-law arrived, we were doing much the same
sort of thing ourselves, along with some boat chores. Fixing the
PortaBote's leaking stern bladder (it has to fold when you flatten the
boat, so it's much thinner than the body parts), caused by a malfunction
which happened in Marsh Harbour, undo-able until the special material
arrived with them was the first order of business, successfully concluded,
allowing me to resume rowing (with the special alteration I made to allow
me to use the racing sculls I kept from my racing scull I used to row on
Lake Lanier, home of the 96 Olympics rowing venue). Other chores were
tiny, as we're rounding the corner on stuff which either needs replacing
or repair, so we've just been enjoying ourselves with the full schedule
Georgetown offers.
Oh, and I forgot to mention the trips to the library, where we've swapped
books we've read for new ones. In my yout' I was a voracious reader,
dropping off that level of intake as family and work intruded; cruising
has allowed me the luxury of time to resume, which I've taken greedily; I
generally read a book every other day or so.
Since most of the rbc traffic of late has had little to do with our
cruising lifestyle, and, worse, has dozens of meandering responses in a
thread which might have had some interest, for the most part, rbc has not
been on the top of my reading list :{))
So, we're alive and well and, aside from an intentional grounding for
bottom cleaning (which concluded with the rising tide a few hours later),
there have been no "exciting marine moments" aboard. The closest to such
was our topping lift fouling on the headboard shackle screw head as we
dropped the main yesterday; it was resolved in due time and we anchored
off Volleyball Beach to go in to enjoy the Monday Night Dance put on each
week by Rockin' Ron aboard Sea Dancer, held at Chat'n'Chill...
L8R, y'all
Skip and crew
--
Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig KI4MPC
See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery !
Follow us at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog
and/or http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog
"Believe me, my young friend, there is *nothing*-absolutely nothing-half
so
much worth doing as simply messing, messing-about-in-boats; messing about
in
boats-or *with* boats.
In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter,
that's
the charm of it.
Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your
destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get
anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in
particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do,
and
you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not."