Hello, I'm Henry.  

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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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Royal Island

Royal Island

If you sail long enough, a sweet spot will find you. Or maybe more likely, the sweet spot may stay where it is and you have to find it. Either way the spot is sweet not because we are, but because the time and location are. It's not because there is candy, sugars, sofas and hospitable people awaiting ashore. No, it's sweet because we happened upon this position in a timely manner.  After all, it was here long before us so our thinking it sweet is only a human view. 

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A single, simple place with a narrow entrance to port with a looming and luring shallow area to starboard. Our charts make us look wise as we scurried through the narrow left side passage past the dividing rocks. A spattering of mostly masted slopes already scattered around this anchorage awaited our unceremonious entry. Not intruding on anyone's swinging radius, I turned to starboard and picked a choice place in 9 feet of water for our anchor to bed for the evening. 

Weather can assist any pleasant day's sail. Sunny and seventy with a cloudless sky and a gentle 10-12 knot easterly added to our impression. We had read some local guide description on Royal Island but both of us were glad when we arrived that the dreamy-minded developers had not yet left any evidence of their efforts. 

 Royal Island is western part of Eleuthera area, but an island apart from her

Royal Island is western part of Eleuthera area, but an island apart from her

Ashore was but one lonely dock without an edifice in sight...maybe some ruins near by but hard to discern in the mangroves which encircled us. Another feature of a sweet stopping place was that it had no facilities...it was not marked or marred by humanity. 40 miles from Nassau; maybe not far enough!

Sailboats anchored surrounded by nothing but nature and her sounds and smells. It was a clean and pristine place, void of beaches and motorboat traffic, so the quiet water and sounds of rigging felt somehow placid, peaceful and private. For that moment in time Royal Island, a few miles west of Spanish Wells, became a sweet place for us to be. 

The next morning I could hear vessels preparing to move. Sails and anchors being raised, and by the time we left leisurely southward towards Current Cut most of the 15 boats had moved on.This was not a remarkable spot; it was just a sweet one! This is why Royal Island was such a delight. 

Our Third Bahamian Week

Our Third Bahamian Week

Night Sky at Glass Window

Night Sky at Glass Window