We anchored back in Marsh Harbor to ride out another little front coming in. By 11 pm, 50 mph gusts were blowing us every which way but loose thanks to our awesome Manson Supreme anchor. George got the engine going, just in case, and manned the helm for about an hour until things calmed down.
Our neighbors in the anchorage weren’t so lucky, or maybe they were extremely lucky, depending on how you look at it. Their beautiful black wooden schooner dragged anchor and headed for some pilings. Tam, the owner, turned on his engine but the dinghy painter wrapped around his prop, and he was powerless as the wind and waves pushed him towards the shore. He ended up with his stern perpendicular to the shore and situated in between 2 pilings. It looked as if he had backed into a boat slip. He couldn’t go anywhere by that point and there was surprisingly no damage to the boat, so he turned down George’s offer to help.
We moved over to the other side of the anchorage the next morning because it was less bumpy, and I had been seasick at anchor during the storm. We dropped our anchor leaving lots of room between the other anchored boats, which only means that some other boat will see all that room and anchor right in the middle of everyone.
Like a flea to a dog, a sailboat arrived within the hour and dropped his anchor in the gap. He was so close to us that George could spit on him. In fact, I thought George WAS going to spit on him after the guy pulled out his binoculars and stared into our cockpit – for several minutes (!) So after George creatively expressed his displeasure at the rudeness of SV Pervert, we lifted anchor again and moved back to our old spot. Dinner was aboard sv Dionysos and a great time was had by all.
We moved to our favorite Hope Town anchorage today, and the first thing we saw was a very large trawler beached on the shore. We recognized MV Nomad as the the boat we were anchored next to just a few days ago. Obviously they didn’t make it through the squall as well as we did. We feel so sorry for its owners. There’s no waiting for the tide to come in and float off for this boat.
George dropped me off at the dock and I walked around for 4 hours taking pictures, retaking old shots from last year and snapping some new ones. There’s only one word to describe Hope Town and that is “pretty.” Hope Town is so very, very pretty.
I walked into Iggy Biggy, one of my favorite gift shops, and was drooling over some jewelry when an attractive blonde wearing a cute electric blue and pink camisole to match her eyeshadow walked in through the door. I didn’t pay much attention to the conversation at first, until the voices raised. The woman was trying to describe the style of shirt she was looking for to the store clerk who was showing her some t shirts on a rack.
“Those aren’t the kind of sleeves I want. I want something with cap sleeves. You know, cap sleeves.”
“These are cap sleeves.”
“No, those aren’t cap sleeves. You know what cap sleeves are, don’t you?”
“Maybe you should try Target.”
I about choked trying to hold back my laughter.
At any rate, here is just a sample of the beauty that is Hope Town: