Days 16-21: Waiting on the winds in George Town

Trip Start Nov 10, 2010
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Flag of Bahamas  , Rock Sound,
Tuesday, December 14, 2010

When we arrived in George Town, we took advantage of the fact it'd be the last town of any size we'd see until the Dominican Republic. This meant getting more rations of food, a new fishing rod,  spare belts for the diesel engine; which for some reason decides to burn through belts quicker than Pete gulps down pina coladas. Unfortunately, we weren't able to take that much needed shower we've all been dreaming of since Nassau. Just some more time to discover what our shipmates really smell like.

George Town is a huge destination for cruisers to use as their home base for the wintertime. We enjoyed the company of a few dozen sailboats anchored up with us, providing us some stiff competition on the volleyball courts, and in the evenings, a sailor story or two over a couple drinks. They even have their own radio broadcast on the VHF every morning.

George Town also let Pete and I get our first taste of piracy...well sort of. After a long day hike exploring Stocking Island, we came across a fairly new shipwreck, demasted and washed ashore. After discovering items worth salvaging, we returned in our dinghy with a set of tools, taking anything Strolla was in need of. After grabbing a couple lifelines, cleats, fuses, and most importantly a framed picture of a sailboat for the cabin, our job was done. Happy with our new acquisitions, we headed back to Strolla to see what Becca had cooking for dinner. 

Monday we got up at first light and tried to beat the cold front predicted to blow in soon. We didn't make it far before it came. Barely out of the harbor the winds had picked up and we were seeing gusts of 30+knots. We were heading northeast to round the north tip of Long Island, but the wind and waves were against us. About 5 miles out after a wave knocked the fridge out of its holding blocks and knocked in a cabinet door, we decided to turn back. The 8-10ft waves we were motoring straight into was too much for old Strolla. Back to George Town it was. We waited out the rest of the cold front anchored up with the rest of our newly made cruiser friends. 
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