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Looking pensively into the deep—<br />
very deep—cobalt blue waters of<br />
the Gulf Stream on my passage to the<br />
Bahamas gave me both a sense of<br />
melancholy and of optimism. I was<br />
making the crossing on my boat not<br />
only from one country to another but<br />
also symbolically from one part of my<br />
life to another. This voyage was in my<br />
head for years and kept me going<br />
while I worked through a painful family<br />
situation and, concurrently, the<br />
made it through to deeper water with<br />
no problems.<br />
From there to Marsh Harbour was<br />
a two-day run in some of the most<br />
beautiful water on Earth. The colors<br />
were brown, white, blue and green<br />
and that iridescent turquoise that took<br />
your breath away. To add to the magic,<br />
dolphins came alongside Liberty to<br />
welcome us and to play in our wake.<br />
The cays (pronounced keys) are<br />
each separated by that beautiful water,<br />
fresh 15- to 20-knot breeze our bow<br />
rose up and settled down with a pitching<br />
motion I had not experienced<br />
before. Ahead, the early morning sun<br />
was directly in our eyes blocking<br />
much of our vision of what lay ahead,<br />
and salt spray was being blown into<br />
our faces. I had the helm and Lee was<br />
standing beside me giving me guidance<br />
on the passage.<br />
I looked ahead, and in the blinding<br />
morning sun, I could make out<br />
The Stream &<br />
The Whale—<br />
Crossings<br />
By John Galloway<br />
John and Lee on arrival in Marsh Harbour after going through The Whale.<br />
breaking up and sale of my family<br />
business. Surely, something this beautiful<br />
foretold of renewal, exploration<br />
and a new world not yet experienced...and<br />
it lay just ahead over the<br />
horizon.<br />
Being a single-handed sailor for<br />
years, I finally succumbed to the relative<br />
ease of running a powerboat, and<br />
I ran solo on my 36-foot trawler Liberty<br />
from Tampa to Key Biscayne where<br />
my buddy Lee Culbreath joined me.<br />
We took our first shot at crossing the<br />
Gulf Stream on Saturday, but a little<br />
way out, we realized it was way too<br />
rough, and we turned back to fight<br />
another day. The seas were like lumpy<br />
mashed potatoes, except that they<br />
were dark blue and were moving in<br />
several different directions at once.<br />
The next day was indeed better,<br />
and we made it across the Gulf Stream<br />
in about 10 hours in relatively calmer<br />
waters. Approaching the Great<br />
Bahama Bank near West End, our<br />
water depth changed from about 2000<br />
feet to about seven feet of water in<br />
about a 10-minute period. The water<br />
was no longer cobalt blue but a shimmering<br />
iridescent turquoise. Lee<br />
knew the unmarked channel and we<br />
and each island stands out individually<br />
like a painting hanging in an art<br />
gallery. We later tied up overnight at<br />
Green Turtle Cay in anticipation of the<br />
next day’s challenging crossing of<br />
“The Whale.”<br />
Crossing The Whale is the crossing<br />
where legend meets fear and often<br />
brings about a questioning of your<br />
judgment for being in this part of the<br />
Bahamas. Just south of Green Turtle<br />
Cay there is Whale Cay, and because<br />
the water is so shallow there in the Sea<br />
of Abaco, you have to go outside in the<br />
Atlantic a few miles and then come<br />
back in on the other side of Whale Cay<br />
back into the Sea of Abaco. If the ocean<br />
swells are big and breaking, it is called<br />
a “rage” and you do not pass through<br />
for fear of broaching and losing your<br />
boat. The marine radio is usually<br />
buzzing with people wanting to know<br />
how The Whale is on any given day<br />
before they make their passage, but we<br />
were there very early so we were the<br />
first boat through and had no knowledge<br />
of the conditions.<br />
Approaching The Whale I noticed<br />
the seas were building, and we were<br />
rolling more than usual. Turning to<br />
port directly into the seas and into the<br />
something I could not understand. It<br />
looked like a short, wide wall but<br />
moving around from side to side. Lee<br />
said they were breaking seas, and we<br />
should adjust our timing to go when<br />
the seas directly in front of us were not<br />
breaking too bad. About this time, I<br />
am thinking that stamp collecting<br />
would be a much more appropriate<br />
hobby for me than being out here<br />
doing this. But with my male ego<br />
telling me I can’t possibly look like<br />
a…well, you know…I gave the throttle<br />
a shot and put the bow directly into<br />
the seas. As the boat rose up into the 6-<br />
to 8-foot swells—and then quickly<br />
down into the troughs—I kept us moving<br />
forward, dodging the breakers as<br />
best I could. Liberty took the seas<br />
directly on the bow and pushed them<br />
aside as we powered through to relatively<br />
calmer waters on the other side<br />
of the breakers. Looking back at the<br />
breakers that were now behind us<br />
made me shudder.<br />
As nerve-racking as the seas were,<br />
the greatest danger would have been<br />
from me had I done something stupid<br />
like slowing down or turning side-<br />
See CROSSINGS continued on page 76<br />
78 September 2010 SOUTHWINDS www.southwindsmagazine.com