Life on a Mooring
Well, the solar panels did not arrive as planned. Everyone in the
marina was on the lookout for them. When solar panels came in for
another boat, about three different people told us our panels were in.
But, a quick dinghy trip to the marina office confirmed that the
panels were not ours. The company that ordered the panels for us
promised to check into the delay and get back to us. Later that day,
the owner called and said that there was a mistake and the order was
not placed. After a bit of discussion, he replaced the order and
promised to have them to us by Friday. The rest of the week was spent
getting the boat ready to move if a weather window showed up.
A big thing needed was to do a major provisioning, as it is apparently
very expensive in the Bahamas. To grocery shop, we dinghied up a small
creek near us, locked our dinghy to a dock at a park, and walked about
a half mile to the grocery store. The store manager let us take our
groceries back to the dinghy using grocery carts as long as we
returned them immediately. So Karen and I trundled down the sidewalk
beside US 1, with cars and trucks racing by, pushing two grocery carts
full of provisions. I left Karen with a dinghy full of groceries, took
the carts back to the grocery store, and then walked back to the
dinghy. We then motored to the boat and unloaded groceries off a
bouncing dinghy onto the boat. We spent the remaining part of the day
entertaining ourselves with "where can we stash this item on a full
boat and still be able to find it in the future?" Actually,
finding stashed items is becoming a bit of a hobby and I have
developed an unknown talent of stacking large numbers of oddly shaped
can goods and containers into small bins. Vagus's waterline
continues to disappear.
The next day we walked about two miles to the Post Office, hardware
store and Dollar store for more items. Comfortable walking shoes are a
must as everything involves a good walk. Actually this is great
exercise but lugging the items back can be a bit tiring. We did draw
the line at walking to West Marine, about 4 miles away and over a high
level bridge. We tried a taxi and got to the store okay. We then
walked back to a mall, wandered around for a while and tried to get a
cab to take us back. Well, the cab we had used before was busy. There
would be a 2-hour wait. We then tried to find a phone for another cab
and there were no cab phones or payphones with phone books anywhere in
the mall. The information booth at the mall finally found a cab for
us. It seems cab companies are rather fluid around here. We got picked
up in an unmarked car, no meters, but we did get back to the marina.
The whole area is designed for car travel and I feel sorry for anyone
living here without access to a car. Later in the week, Bill and Ruthe
loaned us their car for the morning and we did about 3 days of running
around in 3 hours.
Our solar panels finally arrived as promised. It was quite
entertaining trying to fit two 55in by 20in boxes into our dinghy with
Karen as well. She rode like a figurehead on the bow as we slowly made
our way back to the boat (I did not want to get the panels wet). We
could now have the fun of installing the panels. Actually, the panels
were easy to install as we had ordered special rotating brackets (to
follow the sun) that clipped onto a lifeline stanchion. This exercise
took about an hour. The tricky part was the wiring from the panels
(one on each side of the boat) back to the regulator and the
batteries. For one panel we had to clean out our cockpit locker, which
filled to cockpit with stuff. The other panel required us to clean out
the quarter berth (otherwise known as our garage) and remove the
ceiling of the quarter berth as well. This exercise filled the
interior of the boat with stuff. For those concerned and who know how
messy I am when doing boat jobs (somehow everything scatters when I
get out my tool kit), Karen was left with a seat on the settee. She
had no hope of reaching the head, but she could at least sit down.
After a short time for me and a long time for Karen, the wiring was
complete and we could put everything back. The only problem was it was
now dark and we did not know if the whole effort worked. The next
morning, we found out that it did not. After a bit of anxiety, a loose
connection was found and the panels started putting silent energy into
our battery bank. After listening to a wind generator for awhile, the
silent part of this was much appreciated. The panels have been working
great and we are happy with them so far.
On Saturday night, Stuart had their annual Christmas boat parade of
lights. There were about 30 boats, all lit up in Christmas themes,
that paraded right past us through the anchorage. We had a great view
and were sorry for the people watching from the shore, as the weather
was cool with a North wind blowing. I guess Christmas is getting
close.