About Us

Living aboard and traveling on s/v Serendipity, Union 36. Beginning a new journey to visit Cuba (maybe), the Bahamas, or the western Caribbean.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Bahamas, Mon!

We left Rodriguez Key early Saturday morning to cross the Gulf.  It was a wonderful day, nice winds and gentle waves.  We sailed....yes, SAILED the whole way, with a little assistance from the engine from time to time.  We'd planned to stop in Bimini for an overnight and to check in at Customs, but with the winds in our favor and time on our hands we went on to Gun Cay to anchor.  It's such a pretty (tiny) Cay with a lighthouse, and it was nice to be not only on the hook but also in the Bahamas and in the gorgeous water.

When we left Gun, we obeyed the wind and sailed to an anchorage on the bank (even though the Captain swore on a previous trip that he'd NEVER anchor on the Bahama Bank again).  The holding was good, though, and we settled in for another beautiful night.  There were storms all around on the radar, including a giant storm cloud that appeared over Miami.
We watched it diligently, both because the sun was setting under it and because it could potentially give us a good boat wash to get all the salt off the deck (Serendipity looked more like Krispy Kreme).
  
The next morning, we planned to go to Frasier's Hog since we've never been and so we could check into Customs.  However, once again we obeyed the wind and sailed on to Little Whale Cay. The evening was beautiful, and even though the ride was....let's say bumpy because that sounds better than butt-kicking....it was still a good day.  Little Whale is a private island with a few homes, a pretty little white church, and a beautiful beach.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Back that sucker outta here!

With help from our fellow boaters and dockmates, we left Thursday afternoon (after one last quickie trip to Dockside) to fuel up and anchor outside the harbor for an early departure the next morning.  We hugged and hurried, leaving LOTS of good friends and times behind!

Waving bye to Dockside

Pirates Jake and Ed seeing us off
Passing by Rick and Deb on the hook
What are they doing here?  We just left them!!
When we got to Burdine's to fuel up, we were surprised to see Phred and Candy on the dock!  They''d driven down just after we left the dock, so we got to see them one more time.  After we got fuel, we dropped the hook outside the harbor and enjoyed the delicious smoked fish dip Phred and Candy gave us when left and saw a GORGEOUS sunset through the Seven Mile Bridge.  Sad to leave, but good to be moving (and untied) again!

Leaving the gang

Dockside memories

Anxious as we are to get into the Bahamas, it's not easy to leave Dockside.  We seemed to always migrate there at least once a day, if not more, and it was nice to have a place to congregate.  On our last evening in Marathon, Candy brought her now-famous pudding shots to share.  No one liked them (36 disappeared within minutes), especially Phred.

There were several regulars at Dockside, but the ones we always saw (and the ones who definitely worked the hardest) were John and Deb.  They got the place started back up, did the work of 8-10 people, kept the place running, and were never ever without a smile.  We'll miss them!
 
John and Deb

Just a little sip for Katie?

The other end of Captain Wade
 An extra treat on our last night was when a customer got up to play his trumpet....which he did very well.  It didn't seem to matter to him that he was 93!

Our torch is out in Marathon

We had one last night of watching Survivor with Phred and Candy and their three furry critters.  We had a standing date for Wednesday nights there, and we're sure the cats knew when we were coming.  It was always fun to share snacks, beverages, commentary on the show, and of course get fur fixes from the cats.

Spencer always met us at the door, and was quick to let us know (with a gentle tap) if we were ignoring him.  Sassy was a little lazier, and would usually snore on the couch during the show.  Jake, the formerly shy one, finally starting coming out to visit.

Hey!  You stopped rubbing me!

Thanks, Mom, for buying throw pillows to match my eyes

I'm the oldest and they won't leave me alone!
We'll miss our Wednesday nights!

Even Zorro leaves a mark

We visited Dockside (surprise!!) and noticed that the inhabitants of One Palm Tree Court (a section designated on the dock for gatherings, not unlike our Table of Wisdom) had installed a commemorative plaque. It was lovely, and we immediately decided we deserved at least equal (if not WAY better) space.  Monday was Old Lady Day at Beall's Outlet, so we decided to look for a suitable symbol of our gathering place.  We spent quite a bit of time there, shopping frantically for our 15% discount items, and completely forgot to look for our symbol.  Thankfully, we remembered during lunch and stopped back by to shop.  The gods of discounts were on our side, because we found The Perfect Item.  It was big enough to write all our boat names on, it was tacky enough to truly symbolize our personalities and times at the Table of Wisdom, and it was discounted 95%.  Then we got an additional 15% off the discounted price.  You heard it here first, folks.....59 cents.  We reluctantly let Candy foot the entire bill, since the rest of us won't let go of laundry quarters.  We hurried back to begin the arts and crafts session (Katie and Therese had enough supplies to start their own Vacation Bible School) that would make our plaque complete.
Proud of our handiwork

Standing under our lovely fish
Summer Wind and September Song had already headed for the Bahamas, so we added their names out of kindness.  Of course we expect them to send Candy wads of money to repay her for the plaque.  We also added Captain Wade, since he'd spent so much time working on our deck and hanging out afterwards that he was a member of the team.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Chick trips

Not to imply that a 36' x 12' space is too small for a couple....not at all.  But even the best of friends need time apart, so........when the girls get a chance to leave the boats for a while, we JUMP.  One regular trip is to Beall's Outlet for Old Lady Day (Monday) for our 15% discount on swimsuits and other good stuff.  We've also been known to head to the Big Pine flea market to search for things we didn't know we needed yet.

But the best trip to date is a visit to the Turtle Hospital.  We'd been planning to go for some time, so Katie, Therese (we lured her away from Rick's grindstone), Candy and I finally made it. Our tour guide was a young lady who's been working with turtle rescue groups for 5 years and at the Marathon hospital for several months.  She was very informative and well-spoken, and we learned a lot about turtles and their plights.

One of the major problems turtles suffer is impaction, most often caused by ingestion of foreign substances which can't be digested.  Plastic is the worst offender, but some turtles have had metal objects (fish hooks, magnets, etc.) removed, and some have undigested shells as well.  Impaction causes gas problems, and some turtles suffer from "bubble butt," where their rears stick up and don't allow them to submerge in search of food.  Obviously this leads to weakness, anemia, and eventually starvation.  The rescued turtles in this condition have weights affixed to their shells to allow them to dive (and they're also treated with fiber, oils, and Beano...really...and sometimes surgery to relieve the impaction).  One turtle (available for adoption) is even named Bubble Butt.
Weight attached to shell to allow turtle to submerge
Bubble butt floating

Other turtles suffer from injuries caused by boats -- either propellers or collision.  Some of them have shells or flippers damaged to the point that they can't survive on their own and they become permanent residents of the hospital.  Others have received spinal injuries that keep them from surviving predators or from finding their own food (one poor fellow could only travel in circles, which usually created enough wash to send his food away from him when he did manage to spot it).  Another lost the use of his back flippers, which of course makes it hard to forage or escape.
Injured shell/spine from boat propeller

Bubble butt, sliced shell and paralyzed back flippers
Some turtles were injured when they became trapped in line or nets, causing damage to or loss of their flippers.  Usually they can compensate for the loss of one flipper, but more than that makes it difficult to survive.
Poor Bev lost her left front flipper

The culprit

It was interesting to note that the turtles have a Table of Wisdom in their pool!  Did we start the trend or did they??  The turtles are rehabilitated if possible, then released into the wild.  The surgeries and treatments performed at the hospital are amazing, and it's a great facility to visit (and support).
Feed me!

The hospital is in a former hotel, which was donated by a local businessman after hurricane damage.  The renovation included keeping some of the hotel for use by the employees, and several of the employees have their own efficiency apartments on site.  There's also a pool and it's on the bay, so there are certainly worse ways to live.


The end of our outing was at Burdine's, famous for their Chiki Tiki Sunset Bar and mostly for their amazing sandwiches and huge baskets of crispy fries.  We bellied up to the trough and thoroughly enjoyed lunch.  When we left we closely resembled the turtles we'd just visited.

Teak or tiki?

It's not all fun and games, kids, because upkeep on a boat is sometimes grueling.  (Of course if you've postponed it, it's worse.)  The teak deck on Serendipity was in need of renovation, so with the help of Captain Wade (s/v Coastin), a friend from our first visit to Marathon several years ago who has maintained his own fleet of shrimp boats and Captained/maintained/renovated several other boats, the project was begun last week.  So the deck's a mess with tools and sanding dust and buckets and such everywhere. The guys found a comfortable (?) way to work, with boat cushions on top of upside-down buckets.  They lean over the buckets so they don't have to squat or crab-walk around.  After a big lunch it's best to stay in FRONT of them, otherwise they seem to have found a good (if not attractive) position.


Before

After
 All the screws (800 of them) had to be removed, all the caulk removed from the seams, all the teak pre-sanded, all screw holes countersunk for the replacement (and some of them epoxied), then all the screws replaced with 5200 as a sealant.  THEN the caulk had to be replaced between each strip of teak, new bungs inserted and trimmed, and the final sanding performed.  And it's hotter than dammit these days.  And even though there have been drought conditions in Marathon for several weeks, rain was predicted last Tuesday and Wednesday...then Monday night.  So Jay and Wade worked like little beavers all day Monday to get the screws back in so we wouldn't have a sieve for a deck.  And JUST in the nick of time, because the skies opened up Monday evening and the winds howled.  Thankfully, the 5200 and the screw replacement was mostly successful, because we only found one leak.  Of course it was over the v-berth, so Jay slept with a mixing bowl and a beach towel at his head.  About time he got the wet spot.
Starboard's looking GOOD