Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
For the first 14 months of his life, Nelson has been a remarkable "receiver", not a "retriever". His game has been to chase the ball and then play "puppy keep away" guarding it from one and all. He often will dig holes for it in the sand and pretend to bury it, but then he simply can not leave it there. Lately, he has begun to see the fun in retrieving and having the ball thrown again and again and again and again and.....oh give up already.
Jumping into the waves takes bravery that is not part of the original equipment most puppies come with. It has taken some time to learn that one can get wet and live, that waves come and go, and that salt water will taste just as salty at this end of the beach as it does at the other end. Here we see our hero racing madly in,
Get out quickly.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The population on Staniel Cay is between 85 and 90 Bahamians and about 20 US land holders. Smaller than Black Point by 250 souls, Staniel is THE bustling mecca of the tourist trade. Drawn in mainly by the SCYC, so admirably promoted by its owner David, cruisers, charter yachts and off-island visitors find diversion, provision and community on Staniel Cay.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
2. Image-stablizing binoculars: Buz' pride and joy. He could spot a bikini at five miles with those babies. The bright yellow Pellican Case hadn't been completely closed. Picking it up by the handle sent those magic eyes flying down the fly bridge stairs, bouncing all the way to the bottom. Smash. Ouch! that one really hurts.
3. Forgot to put the butter back in the fridge. Oops. Now it's an oily, yellow puddle.
4. I can count on one hand, with fingers left over, the number of stars, planets and constellations I know by name, but that doesn't mean I am not facinated by the night sky at sea. I have never seen this in the city, or even in the country side: millions and millions of stars in every direction. The world is divided in half. 180 degrees is full of water, 180 degrees of sky filled with stars, all the way down to the water line. Wow!
5. Under the title of Miscellaneous:
* The forgotten joys of cruising life: oxidized red wine, out-of-date dip and stale, soggy
* New names that feel like fun on the tongue: "Limbo Gumbo Tree", "Silver Buttonwood Bush", "Oyster Eaters".
* Catching sight of a ray jumping clear of the surface, flashing his white underbelly and diving back in leaving only a ripple on the surface to confirm you actually saw him.