It didn’t take many days in George Town before we were ready to leave. For some, this is the destination, the place to spend the winter. After all, there’s beach volleyball, you can take classes of any description (basket-weaving, yoga, how to operate an SSB radio, etc.), a happy-hour party is never far away, and there’s a cruiser’s net on the VHF radio every morning. If you’re a candidate for adult day camp, it may be the place for you. What could be the downside? Hundreds of boats are anchored in the harbor!
We floated away over quiet seas, luminous deep-blue water reflecting pearlescence on the back side of every ripple. As we arrived at Calabash Bay on Long Island, a welcome sun shower gave us a fresh-water rinse before we anchored.
A few minutes later, about two miles from where we sat a funnel descended from dark, ominous clouds and a very impressive waterspout churned up a massive spray. In the golden light of late afternoon, it was a powerful and awe-inspiring spectacle!