Thursday May 3, 2012
Wow, I must have been tired yesterday. After dinner I laid down and fell asleep, waking up to a stuck bilge pump running at 11:00 pm. I got up, woke up Fred and he took care of it and the next thing I remember, it was nearly 9:00 am. Morning coffee was enjoyed with a phone call to my parents, always a delight to get to chat with them. They are so excited to have us returning home. They are my biggest fans on this trip. I would be cheering my own daughter on if she had this opportunity too. I wish she did. Thanks for your loving support Mom and Dad. I hope you are not in a closet clipping your toenails in the dark. Really, I am fine! I can always hear your smiles over the phone. You can’t imagine how good it feels to know you both love me so much and are so happy for me. I love you too!
Fred is looking for a boat slip. He is planning to put Casa Mare’ at Masonboro Yacht Club in Wilmington, NC but if anyone hears of a private slip with electricity, he is willing to pay monthly rent for it. Fresh water would be a plus also. He needs enough room for a 35’ Irwin that draws 5 feet of water. The closer to my place the better, but not critical. Contact us at my email, l.com. Or Fred at .com. Mark in the subject, “Boatslip”. We won’t have Internet all the time but will check emails when we can. We will need it in June sometime. Or about then. No plans when under sail you know…!
We got the laundry done, hopefully the last time before we see US soil. It’s wonderful to have clean clothes. A day we do laundry is one of my favorite things! It’s a huge treat to have clean clothes. We went to Lorraine’s for lunch and picked up our coconut and raisin bread from her mother, who is famous for her bread here. We came back to the boat and had some visitors, Al and Sue McDonald from s/v Wind Dancer stopped by with their two dogs who by the was are the cutest dogs I have seen on this trip. They said they heard us on the radio in Georgetown and wanted to come over and introduce themselves. They want to travel together so that’s the plan. We told them we were heading for Staniel Cay today and they are following us tomorrow.
As things go, we ended up at Big Majors Spot instead of Staniel Cay which we will go tomorrow. We motor sailed because it was so close to Black Point Settlement. On the way I asked Fred if there was a beach and if so, did we have time to get off the boat and go before dark. He said yes. Then he told me there were pigs on the island. That was the most hilarious thing I have ever seen. As we got close to shore, I saw one on the beach, who must have been the pig scout. The closer we got, all these pigs started running to shore from the wooded areas. Big ones! 300 pound plus pigs. All of the sudden they all jumped in the water and began swimming towards us. I didn’t know pigs could swim but I had read about these pigs before. We did bring some food, anything we could muster up because if there are pigs, you need to feed them. I wanted to stay on their good side and follow pig rules which is if you want to come ashore, you bring us food. They swam right up to the dink and held their mouths open, exposing their teeth...anything for food. We were hand feeding swimming pigs off shore in the water from the dink. What a hoot! Poor seagulls didn’t have a chance at anything in the water. Fred wanted to pull closer to the beach and they raced us there. No kidding, a race with the pigs. By the time we had the dink on the beach we were surrounded by the Big Majors Pig Mafia. Fred, brave as he is, stepped out and I thought he was going to climb on one’s back they were all around him. He was being ambushed. He finally made it to the other side of the dink, with pigs following and squealing all the way poking their snouts at him. Then of all things, this pig was trying to climb into the dink to reach Fred on the other side. Poor Fred...I handed him the remaining food in a bag, thinking that would make them happy knowing we brought peace gifts. He was being attached, one actually bit his shorts right between his legs so he threw the whole bag to them and tried to get away before they mistook any part of him for food if you know what I mean. I was laughing hysterically, of course because they weren’t attacking me, I was still in the boat! The race was on...who get’s the bag. One did, proudly and very selfishly walked into the brush with his treasure of food. It was so funny. The others followed. When the coast was clear, I got off the dink and went ashore where they are tame, as long as you don’t have food and we brought them the gift so we were good to go with that clan. I did spot a baby pig and took it’s picture and Fred said “Hey, just the right size for the grill”. ‘Yeah right’...I thought. A lady came towards shore her dink also and the pigs flew to shore once again, leaving a trail of sandy dust behind them with their ears flopping in the wind. They followed the boat along shore until they realized she didn’t have food and was not coming ashore. Then all of the sudden I saw what pigs do if they don’t get food. One proudly squatted on the shore line and streamed a long pee in the water looking at her the whole time.. I am sure the pig was thinking ’there, that’s what you get. How dare her come here and not have food for us”. It was something I will never forget and I am especially glad Fred made it out of there with everything he went in there with, except the bag of food. Pigs, they are smart and have no problem communicating with people. Fred took me on a mini sunset tour around the area, to some caves and beautiful rock formations. There was one place between Foul Cay and Big Majors Spot.
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