Jun 21, 201309:28 AM
Swing Set: Cruising Full Time
Black Point Settlement and Farmer's Cay
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Back to the grocery store. The two women were still out front under the tree. We went in and got what we needed. We peeked inside a big chest-type freezer, and all we saw was a thin layer of goods at the bottom covered with a layer of permafrost.
"Do you have any bacon?" I asked.
"I don't know," the woman said, and she started scraping ice away and digging packages of frozen meat and other things from the bottom of the freezer. She had no idea what she had in there. The chicken she was pulling out looked as though it had been in there for a decade. The meat was so freezer-burned it looked transluscent, more like chicken popsicles than anything.
I saw a red package near the bottom that in my vast experience as a bacon eater looked to be a package of Oscar Meyer bacon. It wasn't Oscar Meyer, perhaps a distant cousin, but it was bacon. Five dollars for a 12 oz. package, said so on the lid of the freezer, in writing that was written so long ago the felt pen it was written with dried up years ago, I'm sure.
We were thinking that instead of spending the day sitting out under a tree, the proprietor would think about managing her inventory. Maybe run a sale on stuff in the freezer that was 10 years old or more.
We paid the fare for our groceries and headed back to the boat, certain that we wouldn't be spending any more time in Black Point Settlement if we could help it.
The two girls didn't show up, and we really weren't surprised. Aftert learning that we didn't have enough ear infection medicine to fully treat Katie's dog Reggie, they probably went to the clinic in Staniel Cay to get some medicine. Just as well. We didn't really want to give away Holly's medicine. What if she got another ear infection?
We spent the night and got tossed around still with the swells coming in from the south, even though the wind was from the east. I saw what looked to be a better spot about six miles away at White Point. I don't name these places.
A sailboat was anchored right where I would've put Swing Set when we got to White Point. I stayed a respectful distance away, but we didn't have the protection of the tiny spit of land to our south that I wanted. Swing Set was tossing around like a filly about to enter a pen at the stud farm.
We spent a restless night at anchor, and much of the next day, too. Late in the day, the sailboat hauled up anchor and headed out. He wasn't even around the point when we moved over to his spot. It only takes a few feet to make the difference in a rolly anchorage or not, and the move paid off. We stayed one more night, but the next day I started planning a route to Little Farmer's Cay, only eight miles away. Our Internet service was very spotty, and we had some business to attend to, plus I was overdue for a blog post.
Little Farmers had a BaTelCo tower and also had a couple of restaurants and a bar, plus a grocery, but little else. But what else is there?
Our intended anchorage was shallow, at least the approach to it looked that way on the charts. There were mooring balls available, advertised at $10, but I saw no need to use one if we could get in where we wanted to be, but we had to wait until a rising tide to approach Little Farmer's.
The BTC tower looming over the small town on Little Farmer's Cay was a welcome sight, but the closer we got, the worse our signal was, according to the signal strength on the iPad at the helm. We passed our recent sailboat neighbor on the way into the harbor. He was anchored at Oven Rock, and it looked to be a good spot. He appeared to be out of the rolling of the swells, but we still didn't have a good signal from BTC, so we kept going.
I wound up picking a spot between two mooring balls spaced a good distance apart. The current was helacious, as the cut out to Exuma Sound was right around the corner from where we were. But our anchor was deep into the sand bottom, and I had confidence in the holding.
At issue was some documents that we needed to get to one of our insurance companies back in the U.S. Mailing anything from the Bahamas is out of the question. Just forget about it. We were considering finding a traveler to take a letter back with them to mail once they got to U.S. soil, but then I had a better idea. I called a very good friend of ous in Florida and asked her if she would print our documents if we sent them via email, and then pop them in the mail for us. Debi agreed, and we went to work sending her the documents.
The cell tower on Farmer's Cay must broadcast some sort of signal for the use of the town only. We were practically under the shadow of the tower and were still not getting 3G, 4G or any kind of G, just Edge. It took nearly two hours to send six pages of documents. Plus, we used up all of our data transfer on our MiFi device.