So we're rightfully freaked out to pull in in Foxtown. This is the place we sailed in last year without our engine , got caught in a storm with 60+winds and dragged for half a mile through a mine field of rocks , no motor to save the night - but we just had to see these people who helped us out like family. And - off course they remembered these crazy american chicks , sailing all by themselves , what's wrong with them ???
Well, this year we're returning from a successful ride all the way to Little Harbor and back , and the crew here is delighted , the tennage girls inspired and we are full of the mopst delicious cracked conch and lobster in the whole Abacos.
I dove the anchor and the holding is murky at best , nothing but grass and silt , but having the engine on standby will make all the difference in the world. We've learned sooo much , I'm proud.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving : To reach the port of heaven , we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it... but we must sail, and not drift , nor lie at anchor.
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