For Dorothy, Mermaid by artist Boblo, Rum Cay
As relative novices to sailing with just a few years sailing behind us, we wonder whether we are ready to take the next big plunge from the Bahamas to the Caribbean. It will mean some tough sailing south and east into the Trade Winds for hundreds of miles; a cruising challenge known as The Thorny Path. Bruce Van Sant's "A Gentleman's Guide to Passages South, The Thornless Path to Windward" is the guide referred to by all southbound sailors. He has made this path his own, being the authority with the ultimate guide for wannabe Caribbean cruisers.
Robert and Daisie discuss the Pavlidis guide to Turks and Caicos
Weather guru, Chris Parker talks to the George Town crowd.
There are those who prefer to study the theory and follow the path of others who’ve been there before. And, there are those who prefer to jump in and just do it, experiencing for themselves and learning as they go. Perhaps the combination of these approaches makes the most sense to us. Our knowledge base and confidence both continue to grow with each new experience. We study each step, listen to the weather experts, devour guide books, consider our options, and make carefully calculated decisions to settle on sail dates and sailing routes. Watching the weather becomes the most important daily activity besides eating and sleeping.
Betsy with Daisie's pal, Buffy
Adjusting to full time sailing as live-aboards has required some adjustment in lifestyle and most importantly, a willingness to step out of a comfort zone and into unknown territory day after day. There are bound to be thorns along the way. When we slipped out of the Magothy River near Baltimore, with snow flurries flying over the Chesapeake Bay back on that cold mid-November day, we weren’t sure exactly how far we’d go nor how well we would manage along the way. Prior to taking the big plunge, our combined sailing experiences centered around the Chesapeake Bay, from lessons in Baltimore to day sails, weekend fun, and a treasured two-week cruise in 2005 from Rock Creek to Crisfield and back, criss-crossing the bay in our first sailboat, Sandpiper. It was all very manageable. Robert especially enjoyed the delivery cruise of Bristol Rose from Deal to Pasadena, Maryland with the help of Owen, Elliot, Ashley and Alyssa. Those memories of times shared with our children, family and friends remain most precious in our minds. We had not done any open ocean sailing.
We sure have come a long way in 5 months! It would be a stretch to say we “sailed” the 1,000 miles of Intracoastal Waterway (ICW) that runs north to south along the US East Coast. Affectionately known as “the ditch”, the ICW is narrow and often shallow, with hazards to navigation such as floating logs. It's more of a motorboat ride. To really get any sailing, it is necessary to go offshore. Taking advantage of good weather windows in November and December we went offshore for runs up to 200 miles. Each jump gave us an additional 24 to 30 hours of ocean sailing in mixed conditions.
Land Ho! Turks & Caicos
Exuma Park Headquarters at Warderick Wells, a great place to meet cruisers.
Betsy and Jim, our raft buddies at Vero, kick back aboard Pete's luxurious cat Down Time
Dinghy dock at the Exuma Markets, George Town
The entrance to the bay behind Exuma Markets - see that gap behind the sailboat?George Town, Exuma! You have to experience it, as words and pictures fail us in capturing this unique place. It's a floating community transported from North America. Of the 30 or so cruising vessels we met on our 3 month trek to George Town, only 3 planned to cruise further on to the Caribbean via the "thorny path". The other 27 we affectionately call Snowbirds, Americans and Canadians who fly to warmer climates in Sedona or Florida each winter. As cruiser groups go, there are those who winter on the ICW never crossing the Gulf Stream, more adventurous cruisers who jump across to the Bahamas with preferences for the Abacos, the Exumas, the Jumentos, etc. etc. and then there are those who've been there, done that and are on an extended cruise with thoughts of experiencing world cultures beyond their comfort zone. We met all kinds in the Bahamas including some wonderful cruisers we spent very memorable times with and it saddens us to realize the chances of seeing most of them again are slim, unless of course they make it across the Pacific to Australia.
A fun night at South Side Marina, Provo, Turks & Caicos
Good times aboard Shawna and Jon's Formosa Beausoleil
Sunny, Trish, Blake, Robert and John
Thanks to the George Town Cruisers Net we were able to connect with other adventurous souls heading south. As word traveled more people contacted us, brought together by the common bond of taking on the Thorny Path according to Bruce Van Sant (the "all mighty one"), sharing thoughts about routes, Chris Parker weather reports, and strategies. So we get together on volleyball beach, quoting from the all mighty one’s “The Gentleman’s Guide to Passages South” like a bible study group to plan our escape from George Town.
Volleyball Beach, George Town
Conch Salad Bar. Mound of conch shells at water's edge.
It is now March, winter cold fronts are becoming less frequent and not moving as far south as George Town. This winter seems to be particularly windy, colder than usual, and we find ourselves pinned down at anchor off Volleyball Beach with 20 to 25 knot Easterly winds. We have no choice but to wait for the winds to moderate and seas to decline. 
At last we feel ready and the forecast gives us a weather window to leave. We stage at Fowl Cay, as recommended by Bruce Van Sant. The anchorage proves to be very rolly, and we become both anxious and excited to get underway at first light on our day sail to Conception Island.
Sargasso weed floats freely all over Bahamian waters
So far we have been surrounded by islands that offer many protected anchorages, but now we are heading out into the Atlantic in search of a single island with an anchorage exposed to the North West and a rising swell. We appreciate why George Town has earned the title "Chicken Harbor"; leaving takes some confidence in ability as well as in weather reports. We find ourselves second guessing our decision to go to Conception as we enter the Atlantic and are hit by a small squall. Any fears are unfounded however, when the anchorage at Conception Island comes into view in the afternoon light. We are elated to see miles of white sand beaches sheltered from the prevailing easterly winds and crystal clear water.
Daisie loves her dinghy - something like a magic carpet ride gliding across the crystal water in these conditions. Spectra sits at anchor, far right.
We wait out the seas and wind at Conception, meet more people heading south to the Caribbean, Solveig and Spectra and enjoy beautiful days exploring and enjoying the perfect weather and good company. From our sheltered lee anchorage vantage point it looks very calm and so we decide to take a short 25 nm journey to Rum Cay. Bristol Rose looks a picture on a beam reach as the winds fill her sails, sun shining, sailing in the lee of Conception Island. As we clear the island, we beat into an 8 ft swell and 20 knot winds from the ESE. We are feeling the thorns as Bristol Rose is beaten by the waves although we are confident she can handle it. Surely we can too. We wonder is our departure a little premature. Solveig follows us the next day in slightly better conditions.
Blake and Sunny, Slow Mocean
Solveig of Lorn, Rum Cay
Lesson learned, we stay at Rum Cay to wait for more favorable weather before continuing east. Studying weather forecasts and GRIB files we plot an overnight path that will take us to Mayguanna. We prepare to leave. Morning light sees glassy conditions, and falling seas. Now is the time. Sunny and Blake on Slow Mocean join us as we leave Rum Cay. Voyager calls us on the radio to say they too are on their way.
The shallow banks of the Turks and Caicos, reflected in the clouds. A photograph can't do any justice to the spectacular sight, no matter the weather. Words cannot describe the experience.Conditions could not be better and we're making excellent time so we decide to go straight to Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos ("Just say Provo mon, don' hurt your tongue." -Pavlidis), rather than stop at Mayguanna. We make the 160 nautical miles in 24 hrs. Slow Mocean accompanied us all the way. It sure is nice to have another boat traveling with us during an overnight passage. We even got lucky landing a 4ft Mahi Mahi, a Dolphin fish. This makes up for the big one that got away en route to Rum Cay.
Buddy taking a short rest at French Cay
For many Turks and Caicos is a short stay on their passage south and we'd like to do some exploring. After checking in with Customs and Immigration we study the weather. If we don’t leave within 2 days we could be here for 2 weeks with a building north swell and strong winds. We decide our stay will be very short, no exploring. The conditions might enable us to take a less conventional route south from Sapodilla Bay to French Cay then south east directly to Luperon in the Dominican Republic, with 10 to 15 kt winds on a run. Normally the trade winds blow due east and unrelenting making this route impossible. Robert runs his novel approach by John who has more experience sailing this area and he agrees it should work. So we are joined by Buddy, Slow Mocean, Water Music, and Anthem for what turns out to be a very comfortable passage to the Dominican Republic with the bonus of good company by radio contact during the night's passage. At first light as we approach Luperon there's a break in the cloud revealing a very protected anchorage.
Above pictures are of our entrance into Luperon Harbour and some of the fishing boats.At sunrise we are treated to the glorious, misty mountains of Dominican Republic. Daisie’s nose twitches with the earthy smells of the rainforests drifting over us on the offshore breeze. A 6 ft swell crashes on the shore. The entrance to Luperon Harbour welcomes us with water shooting into the sky from the blow holes off our port side. A glassy, well shaped wave peels off a reef at the entrance to the harbour. Fishermen in wooden row boats tend fish traps just inside the breaking water. John, from Buddy, is very familiar with Luperon. He's slowed his much faster multihull, waiting to lead us into the harbour, providing way points as a guide. We cannot help but see the irony; John has poor eyesight and is legally blind. Talk about the blind leading the blind. He truly has a sixth sense about it.
On turning into the anchorage we are welcomed by the sight of 200 cruising boats inside this mangrove lined hurricane hole. The small village of Luperon is at the head of the anchorage.We are told the bottom is "gluey" mud that can break away in chunks with pressure on an anchor during a blow, sending boats dragging through the anchorage. Tom on Essential Part gives us some helpful advice on anchoring Bristol Rose and kindly takes Daisie on a much needed shore break as we settle in and wait for the Commandancia to board and check us in. We feel at home immediately and think we are going to like being in the Dominican Republic.
Joe and Mel, Spectra
Contrary to popular belief among cruisers and to our relief, the immigration officials who boarded were pleasant and business like. Raphael came aboard to help with translations. Local business people dropped by to advertise their services and businesses.
Following a visit by the Comandancia we entered the township of Luperon to complete clearance into the Dominican Republic. Dogs sleep on the road side, children play stick ball in the streets, chickens and ducks roam free, goats graze in the trash bin outside the green grocer, Latin music blasts from the bars, bikes and cars blow their horns as they dart around, men and women play Dominos, laundry hangs on barbed-wire fences, “Hola” beams from friendly smiling faces.
We have come a long way from the Chesapeake Bay. People in Luperon have very little in worldly goods yet they seem happy and confident. One thing remains the same; people everywhere appreciate a friendly smile and the respect shown by "intruders" or visitors to their land. So far, we have been fortunate to avoid any painful thorns!
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