For the past few days a shoot had been growing up from the tops leaves of a succulent in my two and a half-year old cactus garden. This morning we saw the result- more yellow – a flower! In fact, a cluster. The flower dies each night and two days later another one opens. I was thrilled.
Tues or Wed, Wed or Tues; which day to head out for Eleuthera’s Rock Sound Harbor. Tuesday, our sources agreed, was looking to be the day most likely to sail well and Wed not so much so but the seas would have calmed down more. Oh, let’s go and get there, we are the “big cat” after all, no? The cut was swelly (a new nautical term), the tide still going out and us with it; the wind on our stern quarter. Russ was likin’ it and I found a positive thought in that we’d arrive sooner than planned. After a few hours, the wind backed down a bit and the waves with it- ah- at this point any improvement was appreciated.
Within minutes of this thought, Russ looks to starboard and says, “big one coming.” While I believed him, the Captain does tend to exaggerate at times, but NOT this time. The swells had been about 5-6 footers and this one (and only one, thankfully) must have been nearly 10. I heard crashing in the cockpit, where I was of course, and as I looked toward the stern, the wave top hit all the way across to the grill on the port side. I quickly saw that the crash noise was only the box of fishing gear flying off the side bench seat, along with everything else. A few things on the bathroom counter ended up on the floor; nothing broke but we did notice the door frame no longer is sealed well to the fiberglass wall. I guess that guy didn’t get the calm down memo.
Not long after we began the 10 mile approach into Rock Sound Harbor, our angle to the wind crapped out with each course change until the main came down and we began to use those often inactive engines. The southern end of Eleuthera is a perfect whale’s tail that waves to greet all who pass by. As we turned east in Davis Channel, passing the shallows of the Bight and the huge shifting sand bars off our starboard, turquoise and indigo blues surrounded us; we never tire of that view.
Not surprisingly, we found 12 boats in the harbor. One had come in ahead of us, but the rest must have sat out the front here. The harbor has protection from west wind and so is one of the few.