January evaporated at a speed faster than my fingers could write. Now, on this last day of the month, we’re safe on Gémeaux in bouncy water too rough to snorkel or paddle board so it’s the perfect day to describe where the month went.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw it swimming fast at me. Face your danger, they always say, so I drew my legs into my chest and kicked hard. All the splashing just obscured my view so I couldn’t see the direction of his next assault.
It’s 80 miles long and only four miles wide. It’s home to the second deepest blue hole in the world and you can get married here but you’ll need proof of spinstership! That’s the short of it. Want to hear the long story?
We should have been sitting on an Italian terrace drinking Chianti, but a global pandemic tends to alter plans. We registered again for the annual Salty Dawg Rally—it was wild and unpredictable from the start.
Covid-19 is closing borders, forcing people to find a new way of life…making all the decisions. For us, the ultimate dictator is still weather. An incoming storm drove us to the Abacos, an island still recovering from the last storm.
Living on a sailboat essentially has prepared us for a pandemic. If this lovely tropical scene has provided any sense of insulation, it all disappeared the day we learned a family member tested positive for Covid-19.
We could have turned right with everyone else but the other direction was described as rugged beauty. No fuel, no hotels, no groceries, and the main gateway was a very shallow sandbar impassable by many boats. Perfect—we turned left.
The noise got louder and the pounding intensified. I tried to remain calm as breathing became more difficult. I knew I had swum too close to the craggy shoreline and the next wave would hurl me into rocks.
Upon learning that indeed selling someone’s own property back to them or to someone else is against the law, an official sting operation was launched. Now under the direction of the Turks and Caicos police force, Mike and Allen set off for the agreed-upon drop point at the gas station.
The third earthquake struck at sunrise shutting down all power to the island and foiling our plans to fuel before leaving on an offshore passage. Do we have enough fuel to make it? What happens when we’re at sea if another quake hits?
Growing up in National Parks, I took for granted our natural resources would be well protected. I contemplated the state of our planet—warming climates, trash, apathy—we see it everywhere in our travels…and today, even in a National Park.
I’m afraid of the dark. When I was little I’d take a flying leap into my bed so the boogey monster couldn’t drag me into his lair. Fast forward and I’m forced to face my fear on a boat in the middle of an ocean.
We arrived in mainland Europe in August 2022 and covered 1200 miles across the Mediterranean. We left Gémeaux in Sicily for the winter and are now back onboard exploring Croatia and Greece for the spring and summer of 2023.