Orion has been our nighttime companion since we first crossed to Bimini. He’s the first constellation to show his face after the sun sets. He lunges forward, preceded by his Great Dane (Canis Major) and followed by his beagle (Canis…
I love the way Eleuthera sounds when you say it. The word feels ethereal and full of mystery. Most of what we have seen of Eleuthera so far sits high on a cliff over looking the blue, blue water of…
To get to Eleuthera from Royal Island you go through Current Cut. We had read all the usual blah, blah, blah. Only attempt this in broad daylight with no wind and the tide going your direction after a full moon….
We were back at Royal Island Friday the 13th. The night before when we finally returned from visiting in Spanish Wells we found Blue Wing pointing in the opposite direction from which we left her. The wind had changed to…
We almost didn’t go to Spanish Wells. While we were still in Abaco, I studied our charts of Eleuthera and thought about where we might visit. I looked at Spanish Wells. It looked like somewhere we would want to stop,…
Say you’re some 16 year old buck who was born and raised in Spanish Wells. You’re going to graduate high school this year. Does this mean you want to go off to some big city college on a continent and…
Popcorn Way back when we were still at Cracker Boy Boat Works in Rivera Beach Florida we had an inverter installed on the boat so we could run our electrical corded devices off of our 12 volt battery system. It…
Our anchorage at Cherokee Point was fine until the wind died out. Then we were at the mercy of the tides. The waves constantly rocked the boat sideways making Duwan ill. We left Cherokee Point on Great Abaco Island at…
We finally made it to Cherokee Point on Saturday. We needed supplies so we made plans to go into town. On the chart the town looked like it was a good distance from where we were anchored. As we looked…
When I last mentioned Little Harbor it was described as our first haven in the Abacos. Basically it was a resting spot that was calmer than the Atlantic Ocean. We arrived, anchored mid-harbor in the Bight of Old Robinson, and…
