February 15. Dear Reader, I owe you an apology. Due to indecision and a tight rein on money I have managed to fail in our mission to share with you in words and photos our adventures on the water. A…
February 13 – February 19. The Perry Institute for Marine Science was established in 1970 on Lee Stocking Island. At its peak it received funding from the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association and several universities. It was dedicated to…
February 4 & February 7 – February 12. We spent another five days at Great Guana Cay. This twelve mile island is the second largest in the Exumas. On the west side there are many spots to park out of…
February 5 – February 6. ‘I’m not sure how you are going to follow that one’ said my loving wife. Stuart and Steph had just performed Leonard Cohen’s ‘Allelujah’. Stuart played the guitar and sang while Steph accompanied him on…
We heard a story about two Class-A Staniel racing boats from some cruisers who participated in the rescue. On New Year’s Eve in the Staniel Cay Class-A races Lady Muriel sank, allowing Tida Wave to win. The Class-A boats are…
January 31 – February 2. On the last day in January we sailed into the wind down to Little Farmer’s Cay. We wanted to be there for the First Friday in February Farmer’s Festival. The cold front that had brought…
January 29 – January 31. Black Point has got it figured out. Provide free Internet, cheap drinks, and a Laundromat, throw in roadside attraction and they will come. They, of course, being boaters like us. A traditional Bahamian settlement, Black…
January 22 – January 28. We are at the fuel dock of the Staniel Cay Yacht Club marina. Duwan is putting water into our tanks. It’s a slow process. I’m finished with the diesel, so I have time to gaze…
January 24. ‘Should you make fake outboard motor noises so they will know we are here?’ asked Duwan. Not necessary. Don’t know if they heard us talking or heard the oars creaking in the oarlocks, but roused from their slumber…
January 20 – 21. We have spent our last night in the Exuma Land and Sea Park, leaving Bell Island and crossing the invisible boundary to where only the luckiest conchs die of old age and fish may fall prey…
