Today we finally got in the water. There seem to be lots of Florida tourists that like to come to this area. So we went a little further away from our boat where we could be by ourselves. We drifted with the dingy between islands for a long stretch. Dave had to get out his spear when we spotted a grouper. Made for a nice dinner with pasta.
There was a power boat from Key West anchored in front of us when we got back. Dave said in Key West they would charge for the show that the guys were giving him off the stern of their boat. Dave said he has never had to bend over on our boat as much as this guy did. But maybe he’d feel different if he had a thong swimsuit, too. Thankfully, no photos.
We decided to move south and get away from the tourists. We went to Allens Pensacola. We had 25 knot winds with gusts to 30 all the way. That’s what you call a salty ride. We found two deck hatches that leak.
This morning we hiked across the island to the ocean side. When we left our boat, we stopped at a neighboring boat to compliment them on their anchoring. We see so many people that don’t have a clue about anchoring. They were from Argentina. Dave practiced a little Spanish, but the wife spoke very good English and would translate to her husband. I really need to learn more Spanish so Dave doesn’t have to do that for me some day.
We hiked through the trees and bugs to the ocean side. It was great to find a deserted beach. They have what they call a “signing tree” that has spread to several trees. People bring anything kind of object and leave their boat name and or their names on it and hang it. We did see one sign from someone we met earlier this year. We also found a lot of sea glass.
We thought we would go snorkeling this afternoon, but the rain moved in again. We figured we were about 200 miles north of the Tropic of Cancer for the Summer Solstice. That’s the closest we have ever been to the sun this time of year. Earlier this year, we were south of the Tropic of Cancer, but so was the sun. So there you are. In case you need a reminder, the Tropic of Cancer is the northern most latitude that the sun will travel.
|somebody's strange sense of humor with the beach garbage|
|this is where we docked the boat in the bay. People collect the garbage in the area|
|trail through dense trees|
|turtle tracks to a nest|
|several signing trees|
|saw a sign from First Love, who we met in January|
|all found on the beach today|
Today we sailed, then motored, to Green Turtle Cay. We hit some heavy rain today. Gave our boat a good washing. We taped the two windows that leaked where the window meets the deck. We still had water come in one of them. Upon further inspection, we determined the seal was torn. Put that on the project list.
We went into Green Turtle for dinner. First we stopped at the New Plymouth Liquor store/bar/restaurant. It’s a little place, and the first place we stopped at when we first arrived in the Bahamas 3 years ago. It was St Patrick’s Day and we joined the parade. Then we went to Sundowners on the water and had dinner, chatted with the owners and the wait staff. The young guy waiting on us enjoyed sharing and learning card tricks. Then we talked him into singing for us. He had a great tenor voice. Fun night.
|torpedo hanging from the ceiling|