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If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

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Pulling Up My Anchors

Pulling Up My Anchors

During two weeks in Exumas, I found myself needing to dive overboard six times to save something.  On each occasion I succeeded in rescuing something. On two occasions I would not have been without the assistance of someone else on Mystique.

    • an anchor chain caught my boat's starboard keel at Tea Table Cay in a 30 knot gale
    • a spare anchor recovery I left behind at Tea Table Cay to escape the 30 knots
    • an outdoor grill propane canister fell an hour after dark and a shark sighting at Cambridge Cay 
    • a cap to a plastic gas tank rolled off into the swift current at Warderick Wells
    • a twisted anchor bridle's shackle needed untangling at Highbourne Cay
    • the same starboard keel stuck in a uncharted sandbar approaching O'Brien Cay

    They were all seemed so different in weight, importance and effort. Some floated; some had me swim to the bottom of the keel; some took a moment; some took hours, but they all seemed to possess some unique similarities:

    • none were dangerous or life-threatening
    • none harmed the environment or the coral
    • none delayed or inhibited my adventure
    • All occurred when Mystique was anchored and stationary
    • All were about rescue or recapturing something
    • All tested my reflexes, powers of observation, and my strength in the moment
    • All required me to jump in the drink and become totally submerged
    • All proved successful; I recaptured each object
    • All contributed to being another part of the adventure. 
    • All had to do with something I deemed important at the time.
    • All generated laughter in the retelling.
     Anchor chain was going to be wound up by mast winch until Steven pulled it by hand.

    Anchor chain was going to be wound up by mast winch until Steven pulled it by hand.

     A successful spare retrieval hanging around at the next day's sunrise near Table Top Cay.

    A successful spare retrieval hanging around at the next day's sunrise near Table Top Cay.

     Spare anchor at Warderick Wells still awaits storage in Nassau.

    Spare anchor at Warderick Wells still awaits storage in Nassau.

    I know how water can carry things away in a moment's notice or without. So I started to consider what about me makes me want to save things. Am I scared of losing something? Do I know the water so well enough I'm confident with her keeping or taking me places? So many questions. The one that keep me pondering was: What is it about me that retrieves what falls overboard from Mystique?

    Ah, but I haven't always been successful; on my recent sail to Eleuthera, Clint and I tried to retrieve a broom handle, but after a short search it floated out of sight. However, maybe that doesn't count - that recovery attempt occurred while we were sailing. All the other occasions happened at anchor. Maybe I have to be well-grounded before I feel comfortable enough to jump into a sea to rescue something.

    Hum? 

    Another Einstein Dream

    Another Einstein Dream

    Sea Companionship

    Sea Companionship