I neglected to mention how we laid low for the Saturday venue at Nippers, but we did wander over Sunday afternoon to catch Sea n’ B do their own thing. Good music, smaller crowd- down a couple notches from Friday, and Saturday as well no doubt. Said farewell to our new friends (dirt dwellers is the cruiser term) and promised to meet up again next year. Laurie better send pics….
We met up with Rick on Sojourner a Saint Francis 44(?) at Grabbers located at the head of Fishers Bay. Most of boats in the bay land their tenders on the beach there. We did the usual cruiser sharing of info thing and came away with useful info on Treasure Cay, our next stop, as well as a couple of IWC places. And talk about sailing, I thought we were doing a decent job, but Sojourner has us beat. Newbies; room for improvement.
Treasure Cay’s claim to fame is its nearly 3 miles of beautiful beach and pristine shallow water edged by a wide band of white sand. It also boasts a well-known golf course and airport. On the way from Guana Cay, we detoured to Cistern Cay for a possible snorkel, but it was a bust. Tuesday was Russ’s birthday so we said “let’s have dinner at Spinnakers.” Wrong. Treasure Cay Marina has 3 places to eat (not much else around) but not every place serves dinner every day and Spinnakers doesn’t even serve lunch. Soo………….. Tues is BBQ on the beach across the road, at Coco Bar. Sounded fine and we even ate lunch there after a beach walk so Russ could indulge in the frozen mango daiquiri we’d heard about from Sojourner. A thumbs up from the ancient mariner 🙂
Good thing we enjoyed the first half of the day since the rain goddess was quite unhappy; mood swinging from a few sad tears to a full-blown down pour crying jag! We beat the showers after lunch, and then watched the clouds on radar trying to figure out what was going to happen when. Looked obvious our BBQ on the beach was going to end up a wash out, so we headed in to scrounge at the grocery. There we are at the checkout with our $6 Pepperidge Farm Coconut Cake. I look up; the wind is blowing and the rain is pelting down in buckets. Half the shoppers hang out for 15 mins by the door; even those with rain gear. Neither dry nor drenched we zoomed back to Ortolan. Naturally, that was it for the rain and we could have gone to the beach BBQ for dinner. I drizzled rum on the cake- we ARE in the Bahamas mon – and that made everything all better.
Wednesday was a beautiful day- figures- but we’ll take it. Even that lovely laundry chore did not mar the day. The small laundromat- sort of laundry-ette was clean and bright with a personable owner who will transfer and fold if you want. A walk south along the beach toward the sand bar end netted 3 tiny sand dollars and a handful of pretty shells. Can you guess where we ate lunch?
At 4pm – an unheard of time to depart- we pulled up the anchor (right, the electric windlass did the work), managing not to crash into the boat who’d anchored right in front of us- because I smartly put the Captain at the helm. We needed to get a jump on Thursday’s sail to Man o’ War Cay in order to arrive in time to visit the museum which is open Thurs and Sat 11- 1pm. Knowing I’d be Ms Antsy Pants to get there on time, Russ smartly said we had to cut the distance. The basin at Treasure Cay was nicely protected; once out in the Sea of Abaco we experienced a rough and choppy ride bucking the headwinds. Motored out a few miles until we could turn 20 degrees to motor-sail. Spent the night in the calm waters behind Archers Cay, water maker doing its thing until 11pm. 9 times out of 10 we can’t make water underway – too many air bubbles (thanks to the daggerboards) push into the water maker’s thru-hull intake and it can’t do its job. We’ll fix that by re-locating the intake to the proper spot.