A day after that last strong cold front finally settled down another, weaker, front came through and sent us scurrying back to Little Farmer's for comfort. It was also time to make a decision about our return route back to the states. With all the unsettled weather we've been having this winter, it seemed a poor time to be visting Andros or the Berrys. We've decided to retrace our route back through Eleuthera and the Abacos on our way home.

We came back to Black Point from Little Farmer's in light NE winds. It was a Sunday morning and I was recalling a similar Sunday morning, years ago, when I sailed into Black Point harbor while being serenaded by the congregation of Gethsemane Baptist Church. This year we were early enough to join the congrgation inside and were surprised to see our friend Paymon (bread lady, Lorraine's mom) at the altar leading the services. She's now the church's acting minister, not yet ordained but working on it. Having known her for years, it was not at all surprising to see how animated, forceful and organized she was. When the lively, impassioned singing got going, anchored by a full set of drums, everyone in the harbor could hear her distinctive voice soaring above the others. Not bad for such a tiny person who can't weigh much more than 80 pounds.

From here we'll be heading slowly northward for the next few weeks before returning to Florida.