11 September
Cid Harbour to Macona Inlet
Some work colleagues of mine, Stuart and Dearbhla,
were in Cid Harbour this morning, having just set out from Airlie on a bareboat
cat. I dinghied over for a quick visit, during
which they traded a chunk of freshly caught yellow fin tuna for some soy sauce
that they needed. A good deal for us, and
provided us sushi entrée for tonight.
It was a short but well worn path for the Gypsy up
to Macona Inlet. The boat’s chart
plotter record of her track through the Whitsunday islands is starting to look
like a mass of overlapping scribbles on a map.
The level of familiarity this is bringing is proving to be of considerable comfort, especially when it comes to choosing exactly where to
drop the anchor. Very often I find I can
go back to the precise GPS coordinates at I’ve previously anchored, since I record
every anchor drop with a waypoint fixed on the chart plotter.
I wrote only a few days ago about the strong sense
of fellowship that exists amongst cruising sailors. That was reinforced further today. The owner of one of the five yachts anchored
in our bay, Warwick from Bamboozled, did the rounds in his dinghy to
invite everyone to the beach for sundowners.
What followed was a delightful afternoon and evening of conversation and
camaraderie with people I’d never met but might as well have known for years. Mike and Susan I think enjoyed this every bit
as much as me, and Mike has since commented to me that he sees that this
cruising culture essentially produces instant friendships.
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