Hope Town – 3 miles in dinghy, 2 kilometres walked, 1 mile paddled
My spaghetti arms were suffering from a lack of exercise so I took the dinghy out for a morning paddle. Our current anchorage is beside a rather boring, straight part of the island with little for bays or structure to explore so I just paddled around in the water for a while moving in no particular direction. The folks on the decks of the mansions on shore enjoying their morning coffee as they looked out over the water must have thought I was trying to find a pair of lost sunglasses.
Ana and I spent a couple of hours in the morning doing route planning, which has become more interesting since Trump’s declaration of economic war and continued threats of annexing Canada. Though a scenario of the US and Canada’s skirmishes leading to the closure of borders and banishment of each other’s citizens seems remote and unlikely, we keep reminding ourselves that the Covid pandemic just a few short years ago, resulted in closed borders with out of country sailors becoming stranded all over the world, sometimes being stuck in international waters because no country would let them in. How does one prepare for this?
The most likely scenario is we remain in Bahamas until the end of March when the northern weather for passages improves, and travel across to the US, successfully check in, and get the cruising permit we need to transit the country back up to the Erie Canal for its May 16 opening, then make our way across and back into Canada. This is obviously what we are hoping for.
Another possibility is the US border becomes restricted to Canadians (and maybe others) and we are unable to enter, or visa restrictions are put in place that make it difficult or impossible. In that case, we’d have two options; the first would be to make a blue water passage back to Canada, possibly through Bermuda, and enter somewhere in the Atlantic provinces, then make the long passage west back through the St. Lawrence Seaway (against the current). This is not something we would want to do, unless we were able to find others to travel with for a safety net as we just haven’t done enough ocean cruising to make this a comfortable option.
The other option would be to put SeaLight up on the hard here in Bahamas, fly home, then return when the border reopened, hopefully before hurricane season.
We think the first scenario is by far the most likely, but that the border closure is possible. We have thought about beelining it back to the US now, but we don’t want to overreact, and also don’t want to forfeit these last days we have in paradise. So we will stay in the Bahamas for the next two weeks, enjoy our remaining time here, and hope the situation does not deteriorate.
It wasn’t until shortly after noon that we left for Hopetown and were excited to spot a big nurse shark along the way, cruising the shallows. We met Ben and Kate at the dock and walked together to the beach, set up base camp, then went snorkelling and found a series of underwater cliffs and valleys much like what we experienced at the French Leave beach in Governor’s Harbour, but with somewhat reduced visibility. We lounged on our beach towel for some time, enjoying the sun, the very slight breeze, and the vista of pink sand before us.
We’d noticed the Cap’n Jacks restaurant, near the dinghy dock, was consistently full of people so we decided to go there for lunch. I stopped before going in and stared intently at their logo, which featured an image of a young sea captain that resembled a mean Patrick Swayze, with a wry smile and untrustworthy look. I shook off my doubts and went in.
Kate and Ben joined us, then Kevin and Ana too and we had a nice chat around the table as I struggled to finish my beer and kept being distracted by the leftover onions on Ana’s plate, as I picked up one oily noodle at a time and flipped over the railing, then watched the hundreds of fish fight for it. I also tossed in bits of lettuce and tomato too, which the fish devoured, but I ate the three French fries she was somehow unable to finish, and had to fight nobody for them.
We had seen a small sign beside a private home advertising a “Full Moon Party” from 4:30 today with the anticipated full moon rise around 7:15 pm, so after our late lunch we returned to it, followed the arrow up a path then down a staircase to find a cute beach bar that had been constructed beneath their deck overlooking the beach. There was a long-haired dude there wearing a groovy bandana playing Neil Young songs on his Bluetooth speaker as he organized things at the bar, which was called Wellington’s.
Soon, we were surrounded by many people, mostly cruisers and tourists, but there may have been a local or two mixed in. Everybody was talking, laughing, drinking, and enjoying an unexpected magical moment in what felt like a private club, an underground secret guild, a clandestine Hope Town speakeasy.
We left around 6pm and returned to our respective boats with no particular plan for tomorrow. Ana and I went out to the cockpit at 7:30 to see the full moon rise, but it didn’t happen until quite a while after that. But I'm sure the Wellington Full Moon Partygoers didn't miss it.
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