We Are All Quacked Up

We arrived in the entrance to French Harbour, a beautiful downwind sail from Port Royal, all of 10 miles, Jami, our friend who owns a live aboard dive boat, came out in his dinghy to greet us and welcome us back. After tieing up to a mooring and putting the boat back together after our long sail and yes, we did the 10 miles all in one day. And even got the forecast. We went off to town with Jami for lunch and some shopping for the pot luck dinner the following night.

So what do a bunch of cruisers do when they get together?:

• Pot luck dinner on Saturday.
• Sunday it was the race of the century! OK, for the day, yes, it was a rubber ducky race. Complete with racing stats and pre track viewing. Well, Pumpkin Duck and Huey Duck got off to a slow start. It didn't help that they spent most of the race upside down. But somewhere along the line they decided to stop looking at the bottom of the sea and poked their beaks up to the sky and started to float on strongly and placed a respectable 7th and 10th. Karen's duck, Dockwise, a mother with 3 babies was busy trying to find her lost chick under the sea, never righted herself and came in 47th of 48! (Even 5200 can't hold a wandering duckling forever!) After the award ceremonies the ducks where put back in their PADDUCK and the celebration continued. Next time we will study the race stats and course conditions more closely!
• Well it is almost time for us to go off for dinner with the gang at a local restaurant, slow roasted brisket and all the fixings, yum.

Then we are heading back to Belize, the south end this time, a 150 mile downwind sail.

Then we will be in the Rio Dulce in Guatemala for the hurricane season.