"Flying Pig" wrote in message
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Hiya... FWIW I'm copying rec.boats.cruising, as it may be interesting to
others there, too.

We see you diverted. Trouble? Sorry for my original comments - I didn't
know there was a Bahamas fleet!

The fleet portions diverting to FL will have a long wait. Those who made
it did so just in time, as the seas are pretty untenable for entry
already, and will be VERY impressive if you can get to the Atlantic side
of one of the outer islands to see what is expected to be 16' swells and
6' waves on top hit the shore!

A great spot would be at the bottom of Lynyard, where there's a very
protected anchorage off the tip. Look for something like a camp;
previously (and, maybe, still) a cruisers' supported cut-through (lots of
hanging stuff with cruisers' names on the trees there). Someone has left
propane, a propane stove, a tent with sail acting as further cover, and
evidence of frequent use, though in the several days we were anchored off
there during our time at Sandy Cay for diving, we never saw anyone
approach it. Look for the yellow diesel can, hanging from the tree, with
our names on it!

There's a very well marked trail over to the Atlantic there, and right
where you come out would be a good vantage point. Even in the light seas
when we were there, we heard the surf booming against the rocks on the
other side (see "ooohs" post). To the south will be the most immediate
"cliffs" for bashing waves.

Wear shoes so you can clamber the rocks. There are some sand cliffs
further north (very short walk) which would be impressive as well.

Not to be ghoulish, but that's about where the lost boat Rule 62, with one
crew lost, the other three airlifted from the beach, has washed up. Full
story found by searching "Rule 62" and "Caribbean 1500" - a real
heartbreaker...

L8R

Skip

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