Thursday, January 20, 2011
Scratching Each Others' Backs
There is an understanding among cruisers that if something goes wrong, everyone will pitch in, and like BP, make things right. We need each other. We each have our own strengths and talents, and if some one needs what you have, you are duty bound, no, make that eager, to lend a hand.
So when Karen on Synergy was telling us that she is a dud at making bread, Bev from Savage Son invited her over one morning for a lesson and some chewing of the fat. Bev had recently finished hemming a denim romper I purchased as a bargain and eventually figured out why. (In the eighth grade another girlfriend completed my sewing assignment, a lilac colored bandstand skirt with a double row of buttons—I never quite got the hang of the whole sewing machine thing.)
Over Christmas we were in Pipe Creek when our anchor rode wrapped around our keel during a frontal passage, and Bill on Veranda (several years our junior) volunteered to dive in and untangle the rats’ nest during the twilight hour. Peter, being a strong swimmer, carried out the underwater mission himself, but man, what an offer. In Long Island when we discovered our outboard prop had a failed bushing (thanks to some locals who diagnosed the problem but had no way to fix it), our call out resulted in Synergy advising us they had a spare, identical to the one we needed. This was big. It’s one thing to volunteer expertise; it’s another to give up a $100 spare that you can’t replace yourself for any amount of money without a significant delay while waiting for the mailboat to arrive with the slight possibility that the part actually made in on board. Greg from My Destiny straightened us out when I could not make an internet connection, and I heard him talking to Chris on Synergy when his computer went rogue.
Upon our arrival at Flamingo Cay in the Jumento’s, where there is NOTHING but beautiful beaches, loads of fish, and some very limited provisioning about two days from here, we heard a fisherman calling out desperately for a pack of cigarettes. When no one answered, and he repeated his plea, I let him know that all of the boats anchored in the cove were non smokers, but that Wanderer, anchored at Water Cay (a few hours away) might be a candidate. Shortly thereafter, he motored up to First Edition bearing a “thank you anyway” offering: eight lobster tails! In exchange, we offered up a six pack of beer and a few DVD’s, which Manny returned in the morning.
We decided to share our lobster bounty with Synergy as a thank you for their generosity in providing a prop, and Karen then offered to make us dinner, a delectable lobster al fredo.
This is a grand life we live. And our backs never itch.