Exumas Part 2

After my camera bit the bullet, we went ahead and snorkeled the plane for a bit. Why give up the opportunity to do so and besides Dirk had his video camera to capture some stuff. It was as we had left it last year with the fish being as active and curious as before. We piled back in the dinghy after we were done and headed back to the boat but were distracted and stopped by the sailboat Triumph as Dirk saw he had a wetsuit on and just getting back from a possible hunting trip. As they were talking another dinghy pulled up that knew them, before long we decided to all head into the Norman’s Cay Beach Club, formally McDuff’s for dinner. Before long we were joined by Bob & Ginny from The Abby who we were anchored with in Highborne Cay. We spent the evening getting to know each other over a wonderful dinner and cocktails. Soon it was getting late and we made the trek back across the island to our awaiting dinghy’s and headed home. We waited out the blow in Normans without much excitement. I think only one boat drug but it was caught early and they re-anchored without any problems. The next couple days we traveled to Shroud Cay, Hawksbill Cay, and Warderick Wells in the Exuma Land and Sea Park. This is a no take zone which means no fishing, no conching, and no shelling. The fish and lobster know this and don’t seem at all intimidated or startled by human presence. In Warderick we climbed up to Boo Boo Hill again to update our sign we had left last year with the latest date of visit. We knew it was there as some of our friends further north than us mentioned they had seen it. We found it rather quickly even though it had faded writing and had been moved.

Here is the way we found our sign from last year

I set about going over the writing to darken it up and added our March 15th visit date.

Here I am with part of the signs atop Boo Boo Hill

We found a nice spot to perch it and then took the time to look for our last year’s buddy boats sign s/v Soverign Swan. We found hers also and placed her high atop the pile in a deserving spot. Last year Soverign Swan was destroyed in a marina fire not long after returning to the states. We still remember the good times spent on her with Dawn & Harvey wishing they could be here enjoying the Exumas once again with us. Here is a shot of the mooring field from Boo Boo Hill

After we left Warderick we headed back out to Compass Cay which is basically the first island outside the park. Aaaahh, Dirk was able to hunt once again. Our friends, Irena & Chris from the m/v Auriga were pulling into the anchorage right before us. If you remember, they are a couple we met in Spanish Wells along with s/v Evensong. We had not seen them since, and it was nice to catch up with them finally. The guys were able to hunt and it gave me the time to get some boat chores done. We stayed in Compass for two additional days together before we headed to Staniel Cay on Friday. Stainel is a nice area to anchor around and with an airstrip there it’s a popular pick up and drop off spot for friends and family flying in and out. Auriga opted to go futher south as we anchored at Big Majors Spot which is right around the corner from Staniel. The anchorage had about 60 boats in it and many of them very large motor vessels as the following evening was a big James Bond Party. Anyone having seen the movie Thunderball has seen the area we are in. There is the Thunderball grotto that you can swim and snorkel in with hundreds of fish flocking around as people normally take a bite for them to eat. Around the corner in Big Majors Spot is the “Pig Beach” where the pigs are fed by cruisers scraps and will swim out to greet you on the way in. Our plan was to stay for a couple days as a cold front was suppose to push through bringing with it winds in the 20 to 25 knot range with gust up to 30. s/v Evensong and m/v Auriga were to meet up with us as we were discussing heading over to the Bond party on Saturday. On Saturday Evensong arrived and anchored right next to us. Auriga radioed and said they were staying in Black Point for that evening and would catch up with us the next day. Dirk & I had gone into the Yacht club to check some e-mails and grab lunch, on the way back about 3pm we saw Evensong and stopped by to see what the plan for the evening was. Well one thing led to another, Kaliks were consumed, Ruth made everyone omelets for dinner and we talked well into the evening meeting and having fun with their guest Cindy and Gary that were in visiting. We never did make it to the Bond party but we had front row seats to a fabulous show by the very bright and big full moon. The following day Auriga showed up and we had a couple days to have a reunion. On the 23rd we finally left Staniel and headed south . This would be new to us as last year our furthest point south was Staniel. We made tracks on the outside so as Dirk could throw the lines out and troll. As we left the cut something hit and as Dirk pulled it in he knew it was something small as it wasn’t fighting. As we got it to the boat we realized why. A shark must have attacked him as there was only a head and some entrails on the line. Poor guy…. The only other thing caught that day was a barracuda or two and they got tossed back in. We had heard of Black Point as a great and one of the very few places to do laundry in this stretch of the Exumas. There is also Lorraine’s Café that you always hear cruisers speak of. Auriga joined us in Black Point as Evensong stayed in Staniel one more day due to some bad fuel they had gotten. They would rejoin us the following day after polishing their fuel to clean it. We spent 3 days in Black Point doing laundry, grabbing a few fresh items at the grocery store and eating a Lorraine’s a couple times. Dirk & Chris decided to try their luck lobstering but only small ones were seen. The season was getting short and Dirk was anxious to move on to more promising waters. On Saturday the 26th we decided to move on down to Little Galliot Cay as it looked like a nice anchorage. We threw down the hook and took off in the dinghy for what looked like some promising reefs. I putted around while waiting on Dirk to check out the reef, see it wasn’t anything special then move on. We saw a nice bit of beach near some rocks so I decided to beach comb while Dirk hunted. I spent about an hour walking the beach finding small things here and there, nothing special, but the beach was beautiful and I had it all to myself even taking a few dips in the water which is now getting to a forgiving temperature. I hate cold water…When Dirk came to pick me back up I noticed he had a few antenna sticking out of the bucket. Yea, he had success and he was a happy camper. He proudly showed me his 6 in tail he had gotten, then the lobster with the 8 in tail and when I thought he was done he lifted his fins off of a monster he had hiding in the bottom of the dinghy. Holy cow….I knew my husband was incredibly proud of this baby and photo opps were a must. When we got back to the boat he tried and tried to hail Auriga or Evensong on the radio to tell of his good fortune. Auriga had gone back north to hit some spots missed before and Evensong had left for Emerald Bay to wait on crew to fly in to help them go to Puerto Rico. He was bursting to tell someone, anyone and there was no Internet either, could he survive? Well he managed and the next morning we took off for Rat Cay. Once again as soon as the anchor was set we hit the dinghy and the reefs but today instead of lobster he managed to spear a nice hog fish and a beautiful yet tasty queen trigger fish. On the way back in he picked up 4 conch. Thank goodness he was getting all this fish and lobster as our food stores for meat is nonexistent unless you want to count the pack of hot dogs and chicken legs stowed in the freezer. We were to move onto Emerald Bay Marina the next day as that is where Evensong had gone and we heard very nice things about it from cruisers heading north. As we pulled into the cut we saw very nice floating docks and were directed to our slip where there was someone there to assist with lines. Once tied up we were given a folder with marina and resort information. Dirk was given a quick once over of this way to the grocery, that way to showers, and there is the office, etc. etc. etc. We got the boat settled and headed up to take a look around. Wow, what a grand marina with a lounge outfitted with 2 huge flat screen TV’s, and a pool table. Downstairs was the free laundry and the very nice shower that all you needed to bring was a change of clothes and a towel. All your soaps, shaving creams, conditioners, lotions, mouthwash and even sunscreen was provided. Wow, guess we have been living on a boat too long, this was sweeeeet. So since I have a free Internet signal I will close for now and get this posted. We will move onto George Town tomorrow and I hear that we can get Internet there fairly easy, we shall see.

Exumas part 1

We awoke on the 8th of March to motionless boat which meant the winds were calm. Today was Dirk’s Birthday and we were really hoping that today would be the day to catch a nice tuna or Mahi Mahi for a well deserved present. At 7:02 we were under way putting the mainsail up in hopes to get a little push from that. As soon as we hit the deeper waters of the Atlantic Dirk put the lines out and we sat back for the waiting game to begin. The winds were light and the seas were so calm in fact that I was able to go below and make a key lime birthday pie for Dirk. Afterward I sat back in the cockpit and read a book which in even moderate conditions I can’t do, due to feeling ill while my eyes are glued to the pages. I got through several chapters with no problems, served lunch and cleaned up the boat some. All the while Dirk sat in the cockpit waiting for the elusive fish. As we were nearing the Exuma Banks the winds and sea conditions started to deteriorate as predicted by Chris Parker, the weather guru. It wasn’t bad but it was beginning to pick up. As Dirk wanted to get the most fishing out of the drop off area we had aimed north of the Highborne cut channel where we would then turn south and ride the ridge down. Basically the banks are very shallow and they drop off very quickly to well over 1000 feet. It seems the best luck we have had is to travel right along the drop off so we did but then that put the winds and waves onto our beam. (Hitting us from the side) This makes for an uncomfortable ride if the waves are of any size. Of course this is the time that buuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzz the reel on the left side of the boat starts screaming so I pull back on the rpms and just coast in forward gear and start pulling in the hand line on that side so as not to get the reel and that line tangled as Dirk gets the fish in. Next thing we hear is snap. That would be the clothes pin popping indicating there was a fish on the hand line on the other side of the boat. I’m racing around trying to get one line up and then run to the other side pulling in the other line hoping that another fish doesn’t decide to hit the reel we have on that side. Too many fish, not enough hands. As we pull them in, the one Dirk had on leaped out of the water and boy was he good size, unfortunately he decided it wasn’t a good day to die and shook the hook out and got away. To say the least Dirk was upset, but we still did have the one I was reeling in. We got him next to the boat and he was alive with neon blues and yellows, beautiful… Anyone who has never seen a Mahi Mahi in the water while it is excited and flashing is missing out. It’s amazing the intense colors and soon after landing them they turn very drab so photos have to be taken quickly. Unfortunately for us we were not to have any photo ops this day. When we got the fish alongside the boat Dirk was waiting to gaff it and couldn’t get low enough to do so as the fish was fighting for his life. One too many times of head shaking and the lure popped out and off he went. After a string of words I will choose not to write, the boat was silent, it was time to get to the cut and get anchored. We knew that Ruth & Dan from s/v Evensong would be in the anchorage as we had heard from them earlier in the day. We had not seen them since Spanish Wells and were planning on meeting up with them tonight. We made it through the cut and turned right into the north anchorage pulling behind Evensong and dropping the hook in sand so soft it swallowed it up. We settled the boat in and got cleaned up then headed over to Evensong for cocktails. I brought the birthday pie as I thought the more the merrier to celebrate and once they found out it was Dirk’s Birthday Ruth was kind enough to pull some Mahi steaks out of the freezer to throw on the grill. While catching up with them over drinks and conch salad we traded stories and related today's fishing mis adventure. Dinner was served with yellow rice and was outstanding, thanks goes to Ruth and Dan for being so kind. We broke the key lime pie out and Ruth decided that it should be served with some of their fine sipping rum. Uuuummmmm. The winds were out of the east and the the waves and surge made for a very rolly evening for everyone. Well everyone with the exception of the boat, well 95 foot yacht s/v Windcrest that anchored next to us. It made the 45 foot s/v The Abby look like a dinghy. Must be nice to have the crew sail your vessel, maintain it, and your chef preparing meals but would I want to cruise like that all the time? I don’t think so, as most of what cruising is all about is the hands on kinda stuff. All the mishaps one makes. Try changing oil in a rolly anchorage without making a mess, hell for that matter try rolling out of bed on a rolly evening without binging off every bulkhead on the way to the head. Then when you get there, bracing yourself on the wall in front of you as not to fall off the toilet. Who would give that up? Who would want to……The next day Evensong headed back south to Warderwick Wells and we were going to stay put so that we could dinghy up to Allens Cay and see the iguanas. It was a wet and hard ride up to Allens as one must cross over the cut and are subject to the full force of Mother Nature but as soon as we tucked in behind the island and into the cove, the winds died and the water flat. We beached the dingy and by the time we had our feet on the beach the iguanas were headed out to greet us. The iguanas in Allens are the only ones left like them and they remind me of little dinosaurs running amuck.

I laid my bag down on the beach and they ran over to it to see if I had any tasty treasures for them tucked insideHere is the dinghy in the cove at Allens

After visiting with them a bit we headed off from reef to reef with the looky bucket to see what we could see. A looky bucket to us and many others is a must have while cruising as it makes one’s life so much easier. It’s basically a five gallon bucket with the bottom cut out and replaced with plexi glass. It’s great for checking your anchor to make sure your set or to look for conch if you don’t want to jump in. If you’re just puttering around looking at reefs it’s a good way to stay dry yet see the wildlife. We did stop on the way back to the boat at a promising reef and Dirk did manage to snag a small black grouper. After a very bumpy wet ride back we made it back to the boat and called it a day. The following morning we were planning on heading to Normans Cay but first we needed to hit the Highborne Cay marina for water as it would be the last place we could get it for a while and while we were there we topped off fuel even though we really didn’t need it but we have been hearing of places out of fuel so we better get it when we can. Diesel was $4.88 which I didn’t think was bad at all considering, and water has gone up to .50 cents a gallon. When Dirk went inside to pay he checked out the prices of some food items and spotted individually wrapped red bell peppers for $10.90 per pepper, greens ones $5 .80 per pepper. Yes folks you read that right, $10.90 per red bell pepper. I told him at least it ought to have a bow on it. Geeeze, I think we will just have to run out and do without. Our plan was to run down the outside to Normans cut and anchor inside the cut as the winds were due to be coming from the north and this was pretty much the only protected place there to go. We left the marina and headed toward the Atlantic, fishing lines and poles at the ready and once we got to deeper water Dirk put them in for what we were hoping would be the day to catch a fish. We weren’t far from the cut when Dirk was just getting the words “I don’t guess we’re going to get any fish today” out of his mouth when snap, the hand line on the starboard side went off. Dirk ran to start pulling it in as I put the boat in idle and this time grabbed the gaff and the net, this one wasn’t getting away if we had anything to do with it. Dirk got it up to the boat as I was attempting to get the Mahi Mahi into the net, he wasn’t cooperating. Each time I would try to work the net around him he would thrash. Finally after many attempts I got the net over him and had him hauled over the side where at that point it was Dirk’s job to keep him still. I ran for the spray bottle of brandy we keep in the cockpit for this reason. It’s used to spray in the fishes gills and it sedates them and sends them onto bluer waters quickly. Dangit, it had been so long since we had trolled that I had forgotten to refill the bottle and it had evaporated, next line of defense was to grab the fish club and I handed it to Dirk as I quickly left the scene. This is the part I don’t like to see or hear so I walked back to the cockpit with fingers in ears and all I’m hearing is whack, whack, whack, the damn fish will not stop thrashing, so I run downstairs grab the bottle of Brandy hand it to Dirk and tell him just to pour it in his mouth, I don’t care, just do it. He takes a big mouthful and spits it into the gills, I have never seen a fish fight so much but finally he succumbed and we could continue on.
It took a while for Dirk to get the mess of hand lines untangled and back out but not too much fuss later and the lines were set. Dirk than set about the task of cleaning the fish, as we do not have the ability to throw it in an ice chest full of ice and deal with it later. We still had a bit to go and we couldn’t let the fish sit in the sun till then. He measured the fish at 40 inches long, not too shabby if I have to say and it was a bit too long for the cleaning station on the rail so he began to deal with it on the side deck. We were just outside of our way point, the point at which we were to turn and go into the cut, when snap, snap, both hand lines popped at the same time. Dirk began the task of pulling in his side and I mine. I didn’t have any gloves on and pulling in this fish on a hand line was a bit unnerving. All he needed to do was take off running and I was going to have some nasty cuts on my hand. There were the bloody ones that Dirk had on with the last fish but I couldn’t be picky, I threw one on and continued on. I got the Mahi close to the boat and waited on Dirk to get his in so that he might help me with mine. As his got close to the boat a few thrashings and it was gone, I still had mine though and as I held him close Dirk was able to gaff him and get him on board. After the first fish I had decided to refill the brandy bottle and good thing. We sprayed him in the gills and he settled into his final sleep without much of a fight. Dirk measured him and he was 41 inches long, yeah us….
So now we had one fish on the cleaning station with his cleaning just begun and we had another on the starboard deck, we were at our way point in which it was time to turn into Normans Cay. There is a maze of coral heads one much be watchful of so we pulled in the rest of the lines in, put the fish under sheets in the shade of the cockpit to get them out of the heat and sun and headed in. As soon as we got in the channel we pulled to the side inside the cut and threw the anchor out. We would find a final anchor spot as soon as we got the fish taken care of. We hated the thought of them sitting out for too long, so while Dirk set about the task of cleaning fish I set about the task of cleaning the decks from what looked like a murder had taken place. It took me about an hour to get the dried, congealed blood scrubbed from the deck and cabin top. I’m sure there are spots I missed but hopefully come the next rain it will wash it off, if it ever rains. It’s been a very dry cruising season thus far for us. After the fish were filleted, vacuum sealed and put into the freezer we decided to move further to the west and re anchor in a bit deeper water. The anchorage was filling up quickly as there was to be some northern winds blowing through and this was one of the few places close by to go. Once the boat was settled we decided it was early enough to snorkel the plane submerged there. The history of Normans Cay is interesting and the plane was apparently a drug plane that went down there. It has since become a great place to snorkel as the fish are very thick. Last year I had ruined my digital camera in Spanish Wells when our dinghy almost capsized as we were approaching a beach, I learned and purchased a shockproof and waterproof camera. I have really enjoyed the camera and it took beautiful photos above and below water. I jumped into the water to begin snorkeling when the camera flashed twice. I thought I might have accidentally hit something and tried turning it on again, it flashed twice again and went off. Hummmmm, Dirk took it back to the dinghy and opened it up, it had water in the battery compartment…..Long story, my digital camera has given up the ghost and it is less than a year old. Now the fun is to begin of trying to get the old camera back to Panasonic and order in a new camera all when there are no post offices around. Stay tuned for how that all worked out as well as our continued travels. One must post the blog when you get the chance and my chance is now. Till later….

Eleuthera

We had arrived in Spanish Wells on the 23rd of February and picked up one of the two remaining mooring balls that Bandit the Harbor master had available. Apparently he was a hot commodity as daily the radio would buzz with people hoping to perhaps be the first to grab one if someone would leave. Each morning just like clockwork Bandit would come by at 7::30 and knock on your boat to collect the night’s fees of $15.00. He would usually chat a bit and Dirk chatted about fishing & lobster trying to pull some local fishing knowledge out of him. Not much luck was had but he would keep trying. We finally decided to be smart and pay him for a day in advance; perhaps we could sleep in tomorrow. The next morning, rap, rap, rap, “Good Morning” I peeked out the port hole and said “Didn’t we pay you for two days yesterday?” He agreed we had but “He just thought we would be awake so he stopped by to talk” At this point we had been on the mooring for 5 days and perhaps he felt we had earned some information as he let Dirk in on some spots to lobster. Enough said….Before Bandit was finished making his rounds Dirk had the dinghy loaded and was ready to go. A couple hours later we returned to the boat with 4 lobsters. One of which was the 2nd largest caught by Dirk. Thanks Bandit…. 3 spiny lobster, 1 slipper lobster, and 1 conch was the days haul

While in Spanish Wells we met two new cruising couples, Dan & Ruth from s/v Evensong a beautiful large Catamaran and Chris & Irina from m/v Auriga, a huge trawler. The first evening we met Evensong and got to know each other over sun downers in their very large cockpit. The following evening Auriga came in so we had both couples over to Tybee Time and her cozy cockpit. Evensong provided a fresh conch salad, Auriga a nice chilled bean soup and of course Dirk made up a large batch of conch fritters. One really great thing I like about cruising is the fact you can meet a total stranger, yet feel comfortable enough to invite them for cocktails usually all within a few minutes after meeting them. Everyone has a different story to tell yet at this time we are all writing on the same page. It doesn’t matter how big and fancy ones boat is, how much money one may or may not have but the willingness to learn from each other as we all have the same desire. To grab life and squeeze every last bit of living you can get from it. Have I mentioned before, I love this life?

On Monday the 28th we decided it was time to go so we slipped off the mooring, stopped at Pinder’s market for fuel & water and then we were off. As we pulled away from the dock one of our bumpers came off the lifeline and slipped into the water. Dangit, not so easy just to swing the boat around and pick it up so Dirk slowed back, I took the helm as he jumped into the dinghy, untied it, put the motor down and sped off to retrieve it as I puttered on down the harbor. Soon enough he was back with the bumper on board, Ah….that’s about $40.00 bucks he just saved us. We headed down to current cut and anchored by the beach along with 3 other boats to wait on tide change so we would have the least amount of trouble getting through the cut. It’s not called current cut for no reason. If you don’t time it correctly you can get yourself into trouble as the current sweeping through there can rip. Power boats have an easier time as they have the ability to power through if the current is against them. Sailboats on the other hand just don’t have the ability so we have to wait. Once we made it to the other side we made tracks to Hatchet Bay. We really enjoyed this place last year and the government has about 10 free mooring balls to tie up to as holding in the “pond” as they call it is less than desirable. You may have to provide your own rope as ours came only with the mooring ball and a shackle on top. As Dirk lay on the front of the boat next to the anchor, line in hand, I maneuvered the boat to the ball as he reached down and fed the line through. Wow, first try…As soon as we tied up the boat next to us s/v Katarina who had been travelling with us told us dinner was at six as they had caught a snapper on the trip today. Like I said before, what a great life. At six, us and the other boat that had made the trip to Hatchet all met for sun downers and a wonderful dinner of snapper on the grill, and rosemary potatoes. After a couple bottles of wine we all said our goodbyes and headed home. Sleep came easy as it had been a long day. The two other boats took off the next day to head further south but we elected to stay for a couple more days and wait out the weather we had coming. I knew there was someplace to do laundry and a small market to replenish our fresh veggies at so it would be a productive stop. Last year here for us also scored us lots of pretty sea glass so of course we had to hit the beach. Its quiet a hike across the island down a semi paved road that turns into a dirt road, past the animals grazing at large, which then turns into a path which then turns into, well you get the idea, its a long hike.

We found several nice pieces but it wasn't the jack pot of a beach as it was last year. Oh well, I still scored some nice ones. As we headed back to the dinghy we stopped by Francis & Gina's place, The Front Porch to have a beer. We had met the couple last year and they were great so we wanted to stop in and say hello again this year. They remembered Dirk, said he had that face...We decided to make reservations for dinner the following evening as they will cook whatever it is you want or you can order from a standard menu. We arrived at 6:30 electing to sit on the porch overlooking the bay where a nice table had been set for us. Apparently we were the only dinner patrons for the night, nice....We started off with a Kalik (beer of the Bahamas) while our dinner was being prepared. Dirk had ordered the T-bone and I the chicken. Francis asked how I wanted it prepared and I said " just do what you do". Our salads came out and as everyone that cruises the Bahamas knows, you don't get much fresh produce and greens here. I don't know how, but the salad was made up of several greens and tasted so incredibly fresh. Some of which we saw him picking fresh from his small herb garden. Dinner was served along with incredible broccoli and carrots and to die for rosemary potatoes. Dirk's steak was cooked raw to perfection like he likes it and my plate arrived with an entire half of chicken spilling over the sides. Doesn't look like I will be going hungry tonight. Everything was so incredible we couldn't or didn't want to speak as we were too busy enjoying every bite. After our plates were cleaned we elected to indulge and have dessert which for the evening was homemade cheesecake ice cream atop a homemade mango glaze and covered in a berry reduction sauce. Ummmmm Ummmmm Ummmm we think we are in heaven. All in all we both agreed that this was a five star meal and the best we had ever had. Kudos to Francis & Gina from The Front Porch, if you are ever on Eleuthera it will be well worth the trip to see them. You will not be let down.

The Front Porch from our bow

After six days we decided it was time to make the 15 mile run down to Governors Harbour. Last year when we were here it took us about an hour to anchor the boat as you may find a sandy spot but to get your hook to set is another story. Even the cruising guides note the poor holding as there is about 4 inches of sand covering what they call marl? which is a hard surface your anchor will just slide around on. Not good if you have any notable winds. There are moorings in the anchorage which are government owned but chances of locating them due to nothing being above water is slim to none. As Dirk was in the Dinghy with the looky bucket searching for the concrete block under the water he spied a floating bottle and went to investigate. Lo & Behold someone had attached a bottle to the line thus giving us a way to pick it up without having to dive under to place a line ourselves. Later that evening we are on the Internet and a fellow boater who is now in George Town asked us if the buoy he attached to the mooring was still there. Ha, lucky us, Thanks Chris. We were the only boat besides the locals in the harbor so it made for a quiet evening. The only sounds waking us were the roosters in the early morning hours. The following morning found us making our way to Rock Sound where we were to stage for the crossing to the Exumas the following morning. It was a calm afternoon as we pulled in, the water looking like glass. Dirk headed into town to score some last minute veggies and some fuel for the crossing. Later he came back and said he spotted a restaurant and we would go in for a bite to eat. We got cleaned up and headed into the dinghy dock not having any problems finding a seat as we were the only patrons we selected a table overlooking the harbor and had a wonderful meal along with some Kalik's.

Here is a shot taken from our dining table

Tybee Time against the sunset as we headed home.

The next morning we headed out to Highborne Cay Exuma and that reader is where I will leave off until I am lucky enough to get working Internet once again.