April on Hanalei

 Hope Town, Elbow Cay, Bahamas
 
Four perfect days in the Abacos. Gentle sails through water so perfectly aqua it seems to exist nowhere else in nature. Swims and snorkels.
 
Mmmmm, snorkeling at Sandy Cay National Underwater Park. Hovering above underwater canyons whose walls are piled as giddily with coral as a condominium designed by Gaudi: lacy purple and yellow and green fans among feathery plumes; tightly wound brains and imposing pillar castles; staghorn ferns and mushroom fields. And — because nature loves diversity — sponges and worms, mazes and ropes, tubes, pincushions, spirals, tumbleweeds.
 
To me, these stationary underwater sea animals form the aquarium’s backdrop. To reef fish, they offer a permanent, all-you-can-eat buffet. Over, under, around, throughout, tiny blue damselfish nibble delicately. They're edged out by angel fish who in turn are muscled away by fat parrot fish. Then a troupe of spotted eagle rays glides through like the Blue Angels rehearsing their formation, and everyone scatters.
 
Our own dinner— al fresco with dear friends — consists of long conversations as we watch the sun set and the stars appear.
 
Enough time.
 
This is the cruising life, what people imagine for themselves as they outfit boats, dispose of houses, give away possessions and make complicated arrangements to pay bills and receive mail from the grind they will soon leave behind.
 
This is part of the cruising life. Other parts don't feel so radically different.

Comments

I remember it well Christine. Thank you for reminding us of what we are missing. We had some magical times on our boat too. We still talk about getting another boat sometime in the future, so you never know, we may meet again. I hope so.
Jon, Clare, Sam (now 17) and Jimmy (now 15)!

I love your description of the snorkeling. The one time I've ever snorkeled was in Hawaii off a motorboat. I had to float on top of the water because I hyperventilated when I tried to let go of the floating noodle. I was almost 40, a good swimmer, and a total baby. I remember seeing sea turtles and fish -- terribly exciting! I remember my stomach clenching because I knew sharks were in those waters. JAWS music played in my head. It was windy enough that the waves made the world below shift up, down, around...

Seasick from snorkeling -- what a MEAN trick! So I'm glad to say I'd be more jealous if even the memory didn't make me a bit queasy.

Luckily, we're finally getting true SPRING here. Ahhhh. --

Mattie from http://www.thewonderwriter.com/

Hey, Christine, We had a nice weekend for house hunters, but now it's raining again. You can always depend on that here. Your post sounded as if you had arrived in a wonderful spot for you right now. Soak it all up. How's your back? Tomorrow is the CACL meeting. Lucy and I will have work; the rest are recovering from the Seattle conference. Am thinking of changing the Spootz! title to Or Else. Don't know if you get the manuscripts via e-mail right now. Continue to have smooth sailing and keep in touch. Judy E.

Wow, I feel like I just went for a gorgeous underwater tour—thanks! My hair didn't even get wet.

Don't know if I want to hear about the other parts of the cruising life, the ones that aren't so radically different. It's lovely to think of you wafting about in the balmy breezes, hardly a care in the world.

We carry on in the rain and wind here. But we do have the handsomest wood ducks staking a claim on our pond for the spring. Not bad!

OK. It has been months since you last wrote a post. We have been patient, but . . . .

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