Nassau, time to split!

before



after



long island anchorage



this is the nest of some kind of wren or something at Hawk's Nest. I might have mentioned that already.



Where John and Laura Lee put us up. Super cool people. We hope to catch them when we drive through Alabama.



NASSAU, NEW PROVIDENCE, BAHAMAS, April 20, 2008
Dude, it’s like, April 20th. You know, like 4-20 dude. Get it? I heard some hippies saying that. I think that must mean Hitler’s birthday or something, or Jerry Garcia. I always get them mixed up. Anyway, how’s it going?




Long silence.




Well, I’ll tell you how it’s going for me then. It sucks that I can’t hear you telling me how it’s going, that’s how. I miss you all. A bunch of stuff has happened, but I don’t feel like writing anymore. I mostly just feel like driving the boat HOME, so I’ll just give you a list, and then I’ll try to post some photos.

Let’s see. We went diving a bit. Got chased out of the water by barracudas.
Tried to fish in our crossing to Nassau, had our 80 lb. test line broken by a fish, who ran off with all of our lures.
We had a crazy windstorm hit us when the last front came through while we were in Harbor Island. It was total calm, then a wall of wind hit us- like 30 mph or something. It was 3 or 4 in the morning. I got up, and I said “what the hell,” and lowered the engine into the water, just in case. As I did that, our anchor pulled free and we started blowing across the bay toward the rocks and a lot of boats. That was intense. Then we snagged another boat’s anchor line while dragging, and banged into it a bit.
We put in our tillerpilot, which was waiting for us here in Nassau with our buddy Peter. We were glad to see him, he’s a good egg. The Greek guy I’ve written about. He owns the marina. He’s the one whose mother left Armenia with all of her gold buried, and a few pieces sewn in her dress and came to the U.S. Really cool story.
We were hoping to see our friend Demetrius while here, but that’s not looking likely. Nor going up to the Berry Islands to snatch that toilet out of the shipwreck off of Great Harbor. I thought that would be sweet, to have a working toilet from a shipwreck up at Torch Lake. Oh well. The dogs are calling us home.
Been listening to the debates. Ever get the feeling the people that own the media outlets (and coincidentally, many other huge corporations- but hey- no conflict of interest there…) want Hillary Clinton to be the democratic candidate? I assume since she is so much more beatable than Barack Obama. But anyway, the first FORTY FIVE MINUTES of the debate was grilling him about things that OTHER PEOPLE said or did, that they somehow implied he should answer for. Yet, Whitewater, the murder of Vince Foster, etc. never come up for her in the debate. When George Bush invades the wrong country TWICE, and makes a big joke saying “where are the weapons of mass destruction? None under here… Maybe under here?” and on and on, laughing, looking under tables, etc. Or claims he invented the words “misunderstanding,” and “hispanically,” the media SOMEHOW don’t even notice. Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky were in the news for a couple YEARS over NOTHING. God help Barack Obama, an honest man in nest of scoundrels, toadies, and snakes. He’s getting skewered for things he had nothing to do with. Imagine if he had actually done anything wrong, ever, that anyone could point to. God help him. Shit, God help him anyway.
Ruth and I are getting ready to jet. We’re hoping to take the next weather window to Bimini tomorrow morning. The following day, we hope to cross the gulf to Florida. If we don’t appear, it doesn’t mean we died trying, just so you know. It means we had crap weather and decided to stay back.
I don’t have much news really. I’m just going to try to post photos.
Okey doke. XOX y’all.