On Friday morning, while Christi and Keith did school, Eric cleaned the watermaker sea strainer, the DC carbon filter, and the AC carbon pre-filter and filters. In the early afternoon, Eric and Keith tried to go to shore to explore the hurricane ruins, but that dock was still inaccessible. Given how shallow it was around that dock, it was probably only usable at high tide.
Here was the moon setting on Thursday, December 4, 2025
And dawn beginning simultaneously. This was taken moments after the one above, but from the other side of the boat.
We pulled up anchor at 0630 and headed towards the pass into the ocean. All the sailboats left about the same time we did. They made a conga line again and we joined in. Navigating the pass was easy, as it was an extra high tide (thanks to the full moon), favorable currents and moderate beam seas.
Wednesday, December 3, 2025 — the sunrise was completely blocked by the dark clouds on the horizon, but it was a colorful morning none-the-less.
It rained overnight, and it was enough rain to give Kosmos and Kosmopolitan a good rinse off. Yay! It was nice to wake up to a clean(er) boat.
The wind was slowly shifting directions, and as the morning wore on, the rolling became more pronounced as the island offered less and less protection. We were glad we had the flopper stopper out. It would have been uncomfortable otherwise. Per the forecast, it was only going to get worse as the day progressed. By tomorrow, the wind would be coming from a direction that this anchorage had no protection from.
We pulled up anchor at 1030 and headed to Lynyard Cay. We were inside the lagoon the entire ride, and it was calm inside the protected waters. The only noteworthy event was that our route took us through a narrow dredged channel near a popular snorkeling spot. The water on both sides of the channel was especially shallow, leaving little leeway to maneuver. Eric was a little nervous about going through it, but the chart was spot on and no snorkelers swam into the channel.
This morning, Christi woke up with a bunch of bug bites on her legs. Eric had warned her to wear pants yesterday since he’d gotten a couple of bug bites while onshore on Sunday. She regretted not taking his advice. But at least it wasn’t nearly as many as we’d gotten at Lubber’s Landing.