Heading Off Course
Sometimes a wrong turn can become comical.
Steven and I shared one of those dual moments as we departed Warderick Wells in the Exumas in an early dawn dark. The GPS was slow to recognize its satellites, but the moonlight made the visibility relatively clear. So after 5-10 minutes, I decided I could see well enough to make it our way out the harbor.
As we slipped away against a flooding current from our # 12 mooring, we passed 10 sleepy vessels in the predawn light. But then as we approached two small channel buoys barely noticeable from my vantage point, I lost sight of them. With Steven in the bow and me at the helm, I steered Mystique towards one buoy, unable to identify its green color. Suddenly Steven pointed to his right and said "left". Confused as to whether he meant for me to steer right or left, I asked him half in jest "which left - the buoy or the boat"? He immediately turned around to face me and pointed to what was now his right side and again clamored "come left hard". I quickly turned sharply to port and skirted through the channel markers with at least an inch to spare.
Both of us laughed and laughed at our predawn close call and near grounding. If we had thought we were both awake before our 4:00 a.m. rising, we soon discovered a new level of wakeful consciousness as we kept chuckling our way out of the harbor.