Crossing the Gulf Stream, Take 2.



After our less than fun crossing over to the Bahamas, we decided to take the more frequently traveled Bimini to Ft. Lauderdale route back home in hopes that we’d have an easier go of things. With our autopilot still broken we wanted to keep our route as short as possible in case I ended up as sick this go around as I was on the way over leaving Jason to hand steer the whole way.

While we aimed for an 8am departure, we of course were running late. When we finally were ready, we fired up the engine and untied our dock lines. Jason put the engine in gear and nothing. With the winds relatively calm and no noticeable current we really couldn’t figure out why we weren’t moving. We’ve always had a tough time with reverse, but never any issue in forward. Puzzled, Jason went down to look at the engine and see if he could see anything wrong from down there. After a few minutes Jason popped back up and said our prop shaft had come unattached. The only thing that saved us from loosing our prop all together was the new zinc we had just put on it on the inside for this exact reason. Boy am I glad I brought that with me after I came back!

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{They are both so sad to be leaving the Bahamas. Don’t worry, we put their life jackets on right after these photos.}

With everything reattached we headed off towards the good ‘ole US of A. Seas were predicted to be 3 – 5 ft, same as our last crossing. Thankfully this time they stayed that way. The sail was pretty anticlimactic (which we prefer) unless you count the two huge container ships that liked to cross in front of you way too close for comfort. Thankfully we were able to talk to both of them and confirm they saw our teeny sailboat and weren’t planning on hitting us, but it still is a bit nerve racking to pass that close to them.

Once we crossed in to the Ft. Lauderdale inlet we were heading to Lake Silvia to anchor out for the night. It was only a few miles into the Intracoastal, so it would be easy to get back out and keep making our way north. Seems easy enough, right? Apparently not. What is the first thing that Jason and I do once we get back in US soil? We ground ourselves. We managed not to ground ourselves the entire time we were in the notoriously shallow Bahamian waters, but as soon as we’re back in the states we find the first sandbar we can. We’re not even in the states for an hour and we’re calling Tow Boat US. How’s that for a warm welcome back to the states?


{First sight of US territory for Chance.}

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