Back to the Bahamas!

Tranquility got rebuilt from the deck up.  New chainplates, mast, boom, sails, running rigging, everything.  Brand spanking new.  Being that I plan on selling her this year, I had to do the right thing and shake her down.  You know, make sure everything worked like it was supposed to...
Long story short, we went back to the Bahamas!  We had a blast!  Oh, and everything did work like it was supposed to.

Tranquility shakes out her new staysail for the first time.  Yup, that works!

This was the sunset the second night out.  Chili and I made it all the way down below Isle of Hope, GA, which was a long haul.

Apparently, no trip to the Bahamas for me is complete without me running aground at least once in the ICW.  This time it was back behind Cumberland Island, and yes, I had to call Towboat US.  Four hours later, I was getting towed for free at 8 knots in the dark to Fernandina Beach.  Win!

Also apparently it must be freezing cold every time I go down to the Bahamas, too.  This trip started off by seeing me in the same pair of long johns 24 hours a day for the first five days or so.  Not fun.

By the time I got down to Titusville, FL, I was starting to feel a little more tropical.

Aaaaand... manatees.  I had seen maybe four manatees in my whole life.  I'm 29 years old and I'd seen four total in my life!  Well, my math is clearly bad but that's beside the point.  When chili and I docked for the night in Jensen Beach, there were 11 manatees right there in the basin.  I was told that there was a fresh water spring that bubbled up into the center of the marina, and that this was old hat for them.

It took me nine days to get down to Lake Worth.  Once I was there, Gabrielle and the boys drove down in a rental and moved on board Tranquility.  We had to wait a day or two for weather, but once we got a reasonable window we went straight across to West End, Grand Bahama.  This crossing was lumpy, but tolerable for everyone.  Well, everyone except my autopilot motor, which died about 30 miles out of West End.  I would have to hand steer until I could get a replacement shipped in at Marsh Harbour.

Is it just me, or is there a trend here?

We spent a couple of days at Old Bahama Bay and then sailed for the Abacos.

Sunset at Great Sale Cay.

I took this picture on the Atlantic beach of Alans-Pensacola Cay, and I just love it.


Actually, Gabrielle took it and would probably try to cut me if I take credit for it.

This little guy Liam here, well, he had his mind made up before we even left the States that he was going to have a coconut in the Bahamas.  We heard about it every day.  Repeatedly.  It started to drive us... well...
nuts.  This one here was old and inedible, so we heard some more about coconuts for several more days.

Hey Malo, why so blue??

Snorkeling at Manjack Cay

Chili asleep at the wheel.

Beautiful, smart, AND a great cook!  She is probably fussing at me here for taking her picture.

This picture cracks me up.  It looks like Malo's head is also getting cracked up, but I never saw any brains falling out or anything, so I guess he made out ok.

Chili ran around on the beaches like he was half his age again.  He would pull and pull on his leash, and if you stopped, he would walk circles around you and tangle you up with the leash until you would let him go.  The picture kind of indicates the opposite, but seriously.  True story.

Yeah!  Liam finally got his coconut.  Must not have been anything special, because we didn't hear about coconuts anymore after that.

Chili can still swim.  Well, he is getting fat, so pretty sure he would just float anyway.

This was up on the northern beach at Manjack, Sea of Abaco side.  I had never been up there before, but since we had the 9' RIB this time and a nice new Yamaha 6hp outboard, we were easily able to dinghy the mile or so over there.

I got rained on more in four weeks in the Bahamas on this trip than I did in four months on the cruise here in 2009.

We got through the Whale Cay cut and Chili made another (several) trips to Nipper's.

We finally made it over to Marsh Harbour where time ran out for Gabrielle and the boys, who had to fly back to Charleston for work and school.    We had a great two weeks cruising the Bahamas, and I was homesick when they left.

 I had run into this guy several times in the past.  He had been to the Maritime Center on several occasions, and I had also run into him on my delivery of IP31 Osprey.  I would run into him again at the Savannah River in Georgia on the way home.

I spent a ton of money in Snappa's.  Again.  I should be getting Christmas cards from them for at least the next three years or so.

And look what the cat dragged in!  Yup, that's Cait's brother Hunter, who flew in to sail for a week.  We hadn't hung out in ages, and it was great to get together and get after whatever the Bahamas had to offer.

Hunter started catching and shooting fish immediately.  We ate this snapper over the next two days and it was awesome.

I just realized that Chili is asleep in a lot of these pictures, so here he is awake.

This picture and the next one happened about ten seconds apart.  See if you can guess what happened.

If you guessed "Hunter was kissing Chili and then Chili suddenly tried to kill Hunter by eating his face and then Chili got ejected from the cabin and into the cockpit," then you win!  I don't know why, but Chili gets grumpy some times in his old age (16) and bites.  Usually I'm the victim, but this time he got Hunter.  Sorry, Hunter.  PS.  They made up.

Hunter's week came and went and Chili and I got down to the business of sailing Tranquility back home.  Well, one of us did, anyway.

Went through the Whale Cay cut one last time.

One more sunset while anchored at Manjack Cay.  A nice dinner, couple of beers and a good night's sleep and then we were off for Great Sale.

Got into some weather over at Great Sale and had to hunker down for a couple of days.  One night I was on the outside on the Northwestern side with great holding.  Next day the wind shifted NW and this storm rolled in, so we shifted over a couple of miles and went way up into the bight.  Slept like 16 year old Jack Russells.  Well, some of us did.

We made it back to Old Bahama Bay, which was more empty than I had ever seen it.  It was a little sad, knowing that this would be my last time there on Tranquility, and Chili's last time in the Bahamas.  We made the most of it, as you can clearly see from the picture below.

Finally made it back to the States safe and sound.

Chili and I spent our last night on Tranquility docked at the Downtown Beaufort Marina.  It was sad, but we medicated with nachos and beers at Luther's.

This is my last picture from this cruise, and it is the last sunrise that Chili and I will see aboard Tranquility.  We were out for 57 days on this trip, and sailed 1,480 nautical miles  Through 4.5 years of ownership, three years living on board full-time, and 5,500+ nm sailed, Chili and I have had a blast.  Thank you, Tranquility.  May you sail many more happy miles with your new owners.