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Thursday, 7 August 2014

By land and by water


I set out in the south lagoon, spotting one eagle in the burial island perch before I reach the main bay and pass over the Bathtub Graveyard (thank you A for the fine name). I head for the west islands, a break-through sun behind me and a good sized flock of coots and widgeons in front. An eagle passes over to the west taking a perch 50 yards north of its mate. It is hunting time.

The north marsh

I stop briefly at the east tip of #1 island. My memory is short of the details that need to go into a new map. I need to stare at the shoreline, look at my compass and sketch a couple small islands that somehow escaped me when I surveyed this area. I definitely need the location of the diving board log, a favorite spot for ducks, where more often than not, a common merganser is king of the hill.

I meet up with the Friends of Yesler Swamp work team. A dozen of us grub out blackberries and replace them with Douglas Hawthorn and Indian Plum. Blackberries, here in the northwest, are horribly invasive and crowd out native species in no time, creating a monoculture that isn't good for anything or anyone except berry pickers. I've brought an extra lift jacket and L volunteers to go out in the canoe following the work. Volunteers deserve perks.


We start by heading across the NE lagoon for a tour of the beaver feeding ground, a small spot of well chewed trees, but we also find fresh tracks of both raccoon and beaver. Then over to the north lodge and out of the a lagoon, edging along the north marsh where we flush a heron. We have time to circle #1 island, which will show L west lodge, a very industrious group comes out of there. As we follow the shore of #1 island, it is heron spotting...there's two, no three, two more behind...they have congregated again on the west tip. I tell L to just put her paddle down and keep shooting photos....by the time we start heading back we have seen about 20 in about 150 yards. I think that it has been a pretty good half hour trip for L.

Maybe she doesn't know it, but L was connected to the marsh by land, and now she is connected to the marsh by water, because marshes are no man's land, the place where land is not land and water is not water.
It may take more trips (it certainly took me more than one), but she has seen it from both sides.

I drop L off in the NE lagoon and head back across the bay. It is warm and calm, mostly cloudy, and I can just sit in mid bay and write for awhile, the nasal wheezing of widgeons coming from all around.

the south nest and the south nest eagles

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Monday, 16 July 2012

Warderick Wells Land and Sea Park



Odin from the Boo Boo Hill


Warderick Wells--we had never heard of it until we started planning our trip to the Bahamas. What a fabulous place. If you don't snorkel, you have to learn!  A majority of the things to see are under water!  However, we enjoyed daily hikes and the all-around scenery also. There were a lot of charter boats here, which I would have to recommend if you don't have your own boat.  We're told this is some of the best snorkeling in the Bahamas.  We stayed as long as our food & water allowed. 

Day 1:  We decide to depart Hawksbill later than our usual "be there by lunch."  The winds seem stronger overnight and die down after lunch (backwards for us midwesterners). This will put us entering the mooring field near high tide.  We tune in to the 9:00 am broadcast to confirm our mooring ball request as we start engines. 

The park office is already closed when we arrive, so fellow boater's direct us through the narrow mooring field. We pick up the ball on the first try and I'm working on the bridle before The Captain makes his way to the bow (yep, big audience--everyone is lounging in the cockpit or on the beach until slack water). We're one of 14 boats in the main field. We ended up on ball 12 near the office and between beaches (there is a lot of begging to be "near the beach, near the office or not near the cut-side entrance"). After lunch & naps we go for a quick snorkel around the boat and along the beach, seeing some more kinds of coral and fish that aren't afraid of people (no fishing!). At 3 o'clock, all the other dinghies head out to the same spot--yep, slack water at Ranger's Garden. Tomorrow. We head out on deck to investigate an annoying noise (boat faced into the current and wind is coming from the side always makes the rigging hum) and discover we've lost our Bahamian courtesy flag--not shocking, considering the constant wind here!

Stats:  Total time 3:30, avg speed 4.3 kts, total mileage 15.0 nm (estimates)

The Captain at Boo Boo Hill

Day 2:  After the 9:00 am broadcast, we head over to check in and then out for a morning hike to Boo Boo Hill. We walk across limestone boulders and then end up wading through thigh-high water to cross a creek, nary a sign advising, "wait for low tide, silly!"  At the top of Boo Boo Hill, a family asks us to take their picture, and we end up stopping to chat for quite awhile with the crew of sv Oopsea. We didn't bring our driftwood sign, but I suddenly get a cell signal, so we'll be back!  We head down to the beach and then back over to the blow holes. 

Looking for the blow holes...

Atlantic side

As we arrive back at the boat, we realize we can still see Boo Boo Hill & hear the blow holes. What if we hoisted the cell phone up the mast? (Active Captain told us there would be no cell coverage here & it's $15/100 mb of data). Wahlah--FaceBook!  The Captain digs through tools to donate to the Park and then goes to work on our driftwood sign.  A large motorboat and motor yacht arrive, unleashing jetskis and center console dinghies, running full throttle through the mooring field. Not cool. 3:30 is slack water, so we head out to the dinghy moorings at Ranger's Garden. It's my first snorkel off the dinghy, so hubbs sends to me in first to get comfortable.  A quick glance below reveals every kind of coral in our Bahama Reef Identification Guide--I gave up trying to memorize them all. We stayed together this time which allowed us to do more, "Hey look over there." including a small nurse shark, and 2 turtles. Seriously, it's like swimming in the main tank at the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago!  We take a quick break, then swim out to the second mooring and drift back. Now the tricky part--getting back in the dinghy!  Swimming to shallower water is an option, but I use a trick I learned on the internet to climb up the outboard--it wasn't pretty and I'll probably have a bruise, but I'm in first try and hubbs is not!  Back at the boat, I decide to jump back in the water while The Captain scrapes the hull. I swim up the our mooring and as I round the bow, I'm greeted by one of the large spotted eagle rays we saw swim by this morning. He's gorgeous and gives me a sideways glance ("Hey...") and keeps going.

Causeway Trail to the Atlantic-side beach

Warderick Wells Causeway beach

Warderick Wells Causeway beach

Day 3:  We head out on the Causeway trail, then circle back to Boo Boo with our sign for the pile.  The mooring field thins out to 5 boats again.  This morning's entertainment is a 65 ft motor yacht (with the obnoxious jet skis) doing 3-360's of their mooring ball as he tries to depart--with another 70 ft motor yacht heading into the channel.  Wow. 

Runaway dinghy

We swim over to the sunk sailboat on mooring #9, just before low tide at 4:00 pm. The current was still pretty decent--we learned our lesson while near shallow water--wait for slack water!  As we got ready to jump in the dinghy for a return trip to The Ranger Garden, a shiny, new Lagoon 39 picked up the ball behind us (wait for it). After a great snorkel, including several lionfish (invasive species) and an almost perfectly camouflaged, tiny round stingray ("I can't believe you spotted him.") we head back. As we near our boat, we saw one of the 40 hp rigid inflatable dinghies come flying in front of the Lagoon then do a hard turn back. First we curse--then realize nobody is in it--then became concerned about the safety of us & our boat. We shove the dinghy between the hulls and clamber on the boat. A quick radio call revealed the driver was safe. The dinghy was flying around pretty wildly, then settled into a tight circle between the Lagoon, another large cat and a monohull. The first thought is to wait until it runs out of gas. Then the hope is it will run aground in the shallows (low tide) behind our boats. The park rangers start to assemble on the radio. Another brave dinghy arrives to help and the driver hops in, hoping to throw a rope into the prop (terrible, dangerous idea). Then he jumps in the water--lots of screaming "get back in the boat."  (People are killed or seriously maimed by being run over by their outboards every year.). The dinghy runs itself aground a few times, but they don't react quick enough (don't blame him--not his dinghy). Then, the old salt on the monohull Copper Penny, calmly climbs in his dinghy and slowly motors out as it runs aground again (he probably had the best view) and reaches over to pull the kill switch. He calmly returns to his boat (quick visit from the park warden).  After playing with it for awhile, they can't get it started, and pull it back to the boat.  Light-bulb moment--shampoo hair while wet with saltwater, then rinse with fresh!  Afternoon entertainment over. 

Day 4:  The mooring field turns over almost every day. We're down to 4 boats until after lunch, when it starts to fill up again. We're getting lazy and start to plan our next leg. I play on the internet, while The Captain tightens the standing rigging. A couple rainshowers go through in the morning (we usually just have a brief shower overnight). I lost track of the boats that should have run aground today--a monohull, the 4-300 hp tender, a Lagoon picks up the mooring in front of us from the back step--and & ties it off. And leaves it there. In the middle of the channel. We dinghy in to pay for one more day and have a few laughs with Sherry ("Did you see that?"). We'll do our afternoon snorkel off the dinghy dock. When I get back to the dinghy, The Captain advises that he jumped in on top of a nurse shark--"careful, he's under the dock."  Um, what?  (Reef Fish Identification,  "Habitat and Behavior:  In all habitats, from shallow water to outer reefs  Often lie on sand under ledges and overhangs.  Reaction to divers: Appear unconcerned; usually lie motionless unless disturbed.  Tend to bite if provoked."  Apparently, this is a lot of the shark attacks at beaches. Moral of the story, don't step on the shark or he will bite!) I jump in & he leaves, supposedly, but it turns out there's 2!  The second one herds us to the other side of the dock and sits there on the bottom. Not nice to play with the tourists!  (I don't care if it's a nurse shark at a park--they still make you gasp at first sight--tricky in a snorkel). There is an amazing congregation of fish on this small reef, but no lobster. We drift around to the beach and I glance over and see the other nurse shark laying on the bottom just off the beach. I'll stick to snorkeling--You never know what you'll step on. We circleback to the dinghy. "Sherry, You should put those sharks on a leash."


We use the last of our fresh (frozen) meat to make gf spaghetti. Main 80-gallon water tank is at half (we use about 5 g/day)


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Sunday, 15 May 2011

Stereo land antics


Meet Seth Lopod. He is currently on his vacation, but he is employed full time by boat builders. Seth is specialist in the installation of boat gear in places that are just impossible to get to. With eight long flexible tentacles he can squeeze in to the most cramped locations. He saves boat builders a lot of money in both design costs, and access plates.


My theory is that boat builders are all secretly worshipers of the Hindu god Vishvakarma, the primary deity of all craftsman, engineers, and architects.

They celebrate Vishvakarma by festooning the boats they build with colorful pleathers, fabrics, burl wood looking plastics, and that monkey fur stuff. By doing this they believe that everything they install on their boats will last forever. This makes it okay to employ Seth to install things where you can't ever get at them, for all eternity.

I have had several adventures in stereo land lately. It begs the question, why people just won't put their Ipod into a pocket, and plug in their ears? Why you need an amp, sub woofer, and twelve speakers all in a space the size of a guest bathroom is beyond me. 

Even if it was Orff's Carmina Burana, I wouldn't need all that audible horse power, and for songs whose lyrics seem to only consist of "Put a ring on it," it seems to be a waste of dinero, and or diminished intellectual capacity. 

But back to stereo land, and Seth. The stereo is mounted inside the center console of a smaller boat. That was a good decision. It keeps the majority of nature's elements away from it. To make easy use of the system, a remote control was installed in the dash by Seth at the factory. How do I know? Easy, for love or money I can't get to the back of the remote to remove it.

You can't get to it from inside the console, so trying to get through from the front seemed viable. A crazed tie wrapper had just been released from his halfway house and had been put hard at work. Two inches was as far as I could pull it out.

Since the remote was going to end up at a farm that was so far away you couldn't ever go and visit it, I tried to pry it out of the console. My hopes that it was a cheesy device, and would fall apart at my merest prodding with a large screwdriver were promptly dashed.


I'm more than a little aggrieved now. In a fit of peak I grab my slicer of thumbs, and a pair of side cutters and gnaw the edges into oblivion. If have done this right, I can smite the offending device and send it into  the depths.


After two mighty blows with the palm of my hand, and one bandage, the apparently nuclear hardened remote has been consigned to the console interior. What's left is a fiberglass sinkhole. Some hacking and slashing allows the remnants to be removed from the inside of the console, along with some of the excess wiring. The crazed tie wrapper had been at work here also.

As remote cutouts go, this is a large one. Nothing I can procure will fill this yawning maw. A square cover plate has been ordered to fill the hole. A new now square remote will be mounted in it along with an Ipod jack. Since the new plate is screwed to the console someone else won't have this struggle. 

All of this is enough to turn me into a psychopath, if I haven't become one already. I signed this nasty piece of work inside the console after taking off the bandage.



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