
The graveyard overlooks the sea high up on the hill in Hope Town
I'm still hanging out here in Great Guana Cay. I worked on the boat a little today, but even my job of replacing the raw water hose went faster than I thought. I walked down to Dive Guana and talked with Troy a bit about the Rage and when the Whale might be 'enjoyably' passed again. His opinion was that tomorrow would be doable, but Sunday would be better.
I'm watching the long range forecast for the crossing from the Bahamas to Florida and currently I don't see anything before Wednesday that has a window over 24 hours, so I'll be patient crossing the Whale, but I do need to get on the N side of it before it gets nasty again.
After I cross the Whale, I'll have 2 days of sailing to get staged for the gulfstream crossing.
I spoke to another local this morning during breakfast and his opinion was that the waves during the high part of the Rage (Wednesday) were 35-40 outside the reef. He said he'd never seen anything like it as long as he's lived here. I knew they were big!!
2 or 3 nights ago, I walked along the harbourside road on my way up toward Nippers - after having the pot luck dinner at Grabbers. One particularly small house - I would guess about 15 ft X 20 feet had a light on in the front room. The shutters were open and no glass was in the window. I looked over and had to just stop and take it all in. Inside, was obviously the living room - which appeared to be about 5 ft wide by less than 10 feet long. There were 3 old folks in there all reading books to the dim light provided by the one lamp.
I don't know why, but it brought to mind my great grandparent's place (which was much larger) up on the hill in the town I grew up in. I think it was the posture of the folks inside. They just looked kinda "
American Gothic". They looked very contented not to be entertained by a flat screen TV with a Bose stereo system. After I looked at the ocean in the moonlight at Nippers, I walked back toward the dock where my dingy was tied up and passed the house again. I lingered longer this time and stepped back in the shadows - not wanting to be nosey, but at the same time wanting to enjoy this culture that has for the most part past with time in the U.S.
It was cool.