It was a summer of weddings, gardens and one very severe storm:
After Thanksgiving with Cedric and Gisela at Georgetown, Exumas and a lovely holiday trip home to Utah and Texas for the holidays, we hoofed it down to the Jumentos, the most southerly chain of the Bahamas archipelago. Very remote, a tinny village of about 50 people, and about a dozen cruising boats. No fuel, food is a store the size of your bathroom, no parts, no airport, just lovely reefs and locals.
Then a quick trip even further south:
Once we were hooked up to a mooring at Coconut Grove, we squeezed in a day trip to Viscaya, the grand house built by the International Harvester heir:
And then off to Austin for the big event:
And back to Cerca Trova for a planned hiatus in the Abacos. The night before crossing the Gulf Stream, however, while doing our final systems checks, I discovered water in our saildrive oil on the port engine. That's like water in your transmission, badness. We found a nearby boat yard with a lift wide enough to pull out our 22ft-wide catamaran, and scooted down there for repairs. We had also scheduled a bottom paint re-do for a commercial yard over in the Bahamas but that was now not going to happen. So we spent 10 days in Fort Lauderdale Marine Center, home to the superyacht repair services of south Florida, and multiple miles up the New River from the ICW, in the company of multiple power yachts twice our size and more. We went up following behind a 110ft yacht maneuvering up the New River (about 100ft wide and twisting and turning and 8 tricky lift bridges with a rip roaring reversing tidal current ) right through old downtown Lauderdale to the Marine Center. The yacht captain called ahead to the bridges to and got them open for both of us. But while there, with CT out on the hard, we walked a lot and discovered the feral peacocks of Lauderdale. This guy was busy courting a hen in someone's front yard:
We did finally get all the work done and zipped over to the Abacos for a 6-week mini-cruise:
|Monument to the Loyalists who fled the oppression of the early United States and formed new communities in the Bahamas|
But we had to be back in the States for Haylley and RB's wedding, so once again we crossed west over the Gulf Stream, this time heading for Fort Pierce and the dock that would be our home for the rest of the summer. A month there including the 4th of July was lots of fun, very restful, and we laid the groundwork for the big projects we would have to complete in the fall when we returned.
From Florida, we popped to Royalston for only a few days ..
and then up to Burlington and Shelburn Farms for the big event:
And the day after it was sunny and fun and games in the garden of the grand house:
And back to Royalston for a rest, and then back to Vermont to spend a lovely weekend with Laura Donaldson's family at Basin Harbor. It was two days of gardens, water-front fun, and gracious meals:
|The awesome big-as-your-thumb Butterfly-Hawk Moth|
And back again to (rainy) Royalston. This time for The Eclipse (which was clear), Labor Day (which saw most Nashes in the North East come up), and finally some peace from the travelling:
But, peace not being what you might think it is, we set off for a long weekend of country house tours in the Berkshires. We visited Naumkaeg ..
and Edith Wharton's The Mount, on a three-day tour:
Then home to Royalston for some peace and quiet ..
.. except for .. IRMA!! We had barely gotten through Labor Day when Irma loomed, we bought tickets to Florida just in case, and we needed them. We arrived three days ahead of what looked like it was going to be a direct hit of a Cat 5 storm, i.e total and catastrophic loss of everything. So we raced to strip the boat of any and all loose items on the outside, closed all sea cocks, added every fender and dock line we had including some spare rope we carry for just-in-case scenarios, packed our clothes and papers, then retreated to the home of friends from our Abaco jaunt (remember our 6 weeks in the Abacos a few pages back?). They took us in for three days, and fortunately the storm veered away from us (which means it hit someone else), and we suffered almost no damage. One lone sailboat, left on an anchor and unprepared, got ripped loose and landed in the pilings of a bridge over the ICW, the rigging landed on the roadway above:
|CT stripped of all exterior loose stuff including the mast-head wind sensor|
A manatee in our sheltering friends' house's canal
With all well and CT still storm-prepared, we set off again for Royalston where we visited the North Shore and just hung out:
But the days were getting long and the nights getting cold, it was time to leave for the season. We fit in a quick visit to Salt Lake City and helped my mom with work on the Orchard, then one last plane trip to Florida and Cerca Trova to prepare to cruise through the winter:
Now that preparation is done, including a whole new solar panel array and corresponding charger equipment, clean up and restoration of all the work we went through to storm-prep her, and a few little surprises thrown in too, like an engine badly leaking oil and the fridge/freezer wouldn't start up. We had wonderful times with our shelter friends at their little yacht club and out for the evening, we met new cruising friends prepping like we were, and we got to know Fort Pierce pretty well. But we are gone from there, on a mooring while we try to get the oil leak finally resolved (first pass didn't work).