Woke up early Monday morning, thinking about taking Istaboa to Lauderdale for maintenance and resupply before heading back to the islands. The satellite comms were glitchy, so I walked to the office to reboot it. Had a quick chat with Tucker about future projects, then sauntered back down the dock. Suddenly, the phone rang.
Next thing I know, Crew Istaboa is loaded in the Albury. Tuck is screaming down Pipe Creek, racing us to Staniel to catch a plane to Lauderdale, where we'll link up with another plane to Memphis.
Though we've been expecting my mother's demise, the actual act took us by surprise. After fighting a hard fight for more than 2 years, she ultimately succumbed to a very painful illness. She finally let go. Good for her.
We had never flown out of the Exumas before so I took a little camera and got some very interesting shots.
Bird's eye view of our little paradise
It turned out to be a group effort to get us home and I really appreciate everyone's kindness.
Tucker swiftly running us to Staniel where we discovered we had left our cruising certificate on the boat as well as Radar's health papers that are required for re-entry to the US.
Ginger and Will hustling around after I called them in the air over Andros and asked if Will could get the papers from the vet in Stuart and send them to Ginger in Memphis so she could digitally transmit them to my Iphone before landing in Fort Lauderdale and customs. Amazingly, they pulled it off. Yes, even more amazing, the US customs guys were nice enough to accept a PDF on my Iphone as Radar's health cert and let us pass. Whew!
Next, there's Karen waiting in the parking lot at customs to take us to her house to spend the night before driving us to the airport to catch the early flight out the next morning, and cooking us a great steak dinner. Thanks to Steven at Delta Airlines for bending the rules and getting us a pass on the non-stop to Memphis, even though Mel has retired. Yes, it was a group effort and thanks again everybody.
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