There is a dream in everything we do.
There is a dream in everything we do.
What extent will you go to to have company on an island.
As soon as I pulled myself up on deck, I looked back from where I paddled and saw the flames. Oh, my god! In disbelief I saw Marine Stadium aflame. At first aghast, I watched the awe spread before me. And mere moments earlier I had paddled my yellow kayak from near the stadium back to my boat. Because I had been facing east, I had been unaware of the overhead firestorm behind me. How could I not know the shore was aflame when I had just parked my car near the shore?
Sole Full Whispers
One sun-dazed morn
Upon a wetted, warming beach
A sole slipper laden with tiny shells slipped out...
"Where's my dance partner?"
What's it like having a family of six aboard Mystique for a week in the Exumas? Let's let the photos tell some of this time-sharing adventure.
Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic.
When Rose reaches Titanic's bow and Jack steadies her, she imagines herself flying to the top of the world. Maybe that freedom-feeling is one of the reasons boat bows attract beauty. Rose certainly finds her wings and freedom in this tragic tale. Bows are often magical places on a vessel.
When Lynne and I flew back to PA, we left Mystique anchored. When I returned 10 days later. Mystique was docked at a local marina about a half mile up away near the mouth of the Manatee Pocket, a tributary to the St. Lucie River. But when I returned to the boat, the scene was not one I could trust.
It dawned on me they were familiar with this anchorage; everything about their actions suggested they had visited here before. That did not surprise me as I had seen many Canadian vessels in the Exumas during January and February. But what I noticed in a few minutes did surprise me.
A small book with a large message and a timeless look at how the sea reveals insight and wisdom. This popular inspirational book, reflects on the lives of American women in the 1930's and on lives today.
A couple of weeks after the incident, I met with Jim Sanislo, the insurance inspector and retired detective, and took him by dinghy to inspect the "damage" to both vessels. He took photos of both and announced that he could observe no damages to either boat. Other than Mystique having a few "brush burns" from the two pilings which kept Mystique away from hitting any boats and which I could buff out, nothing had happened to my boat.
One's vantage point helps anyone notices Flow. Above a satellite photo taken over a hundred miles above Earth of the tidal flow between some of the Exuma cays in the Bahamas. See the clouds, their shadows and the different coloration of the ocean.
Sometimes waiting can help; sometimes it hurts.
As easterly light rises to refresh-renew,
Souls hand-hold-stroll the sands of time.
A stiff-brisk northeasterly beats-backs-brows.
Each step imprints a tenuous shore line
As surf-suds-whitewash ephemeral evidence,
Sandpipers dip their beaks near my toes.
Their hurry-scurry avoids waving seeping-surges
Their seabird numbers may rival the prolific pelicans or seagulls. But it is their personality that gains my respect. Quietly confident, not showoffs or attention getters; they don’t have to make noise or play loud Latino music to announce their arrival. They fish with silent bravado. Their catch is a daily deed - not one that commands a photo opp. They hunt isn’t for some ego show; they don’t need to validate their talents. They need to come to the surface and blow up their chests for s camera. To them the sea is their source. Their livelihood and sustenance. They may fly, but they swim for their food. No traps, nets, snares or hooks, their beaks snag their meals.
The relationship humans have with the sea and romance is a love affair. Here I have collected some quotes from famous figures whose love of the sea can be read and felt in their words.
The pot-marked, graffitied and rusted SS Sapora located a few miles south of South Bimini, Bahamas
I could have all been avoided. We had seen each other from a distance over a month earlier when he moved his boat and anchored a couple days before Hurricane Matthew arrived in Miami. He and I could have exchanged courtesies and express ourselves at that time. He did not know I had about 100 feet of anchor out. Our boats were both facing north west before the storm hit. And both of us did not know how setting out four anchors would affect his boat.
What does the world say when you can’t hear it talk? Is it communicating fear or wishing us well? When people don’t talk in time of turmoil, they seal their fate like the silent who don’t care enough to help themselves.
A few days before friends arrived in Nassau to board Mystique, I shared a burger and fries with fellow boaters and Canadians Leslie and her son Houston while we listened to an American folk trio perform at the Green Parrot Resturant. Afterwards we shared a short taxi return to Rubis' fuel dock where I started my dinghy's Yamaha 4-stroke 15 hp. It started right up like a charm...yet it doesn't always!