Tuesday, October 15 Big Cave Cay to Allan's Cay (19 NM)
Left Big Cave Cay sometime after 9 as the captain hadn't made a decision on where to go and the first mate refused to offer suggestions as the captain had not listened to any of them so far any way. Allan's cay was finally decided upon. We started motoring but were able to sail for a bit and I got to mess with the jib to see how much speed I could get - managed 5.7 briefly and averaged 5.4. Unfortunately soon after we had to change course and back to motoring right into the wind. Not of course until we embarrassed ourselves. The whole ocean is empty until that point except for a wee skiff off our starboard side. While furling the jib the first mate couldn't pull her weight and the captain had to take over. Meanwhile the boat is doing a 360 and Otto is screaming beep beep beep, at least we hoped it was Otto and not the depth sounder. By the time Gerry realized Otto's clutch wasn't fully engaged we did yet another 360. Poor Otto, he must have been so traumatized when he couldn't control the boat. After that excitement we saw a lot of islands, 2 pelicans, 1 sparrow, 1 flying fish, 2 power boats, and 1 catamaran.
We tucked into a beautiful little cove at Allan's cay, so close we just rowed to shore instead of installing the outboard.
Explored a few small beaches, a nature trail, snorkelled, swam and bathed.
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| Perfect place to sit on the beach |
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| scenic |
Just before leaving we were standing in the shallows when an invading army of big fish almost beached themselves trying to catch the millions of tiny fish that were all along the shore. They totally ignored our presence and of course the camera is never close by.
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| The wee fish always left an exact amount of space around things, even us. |
Back to the boat to shower off, dinner and sunset. Now that's the kind of sailing I like.
PS guess who left their sandals on the beach so we had to row back? Give you a hint - it wasn't me. Second shoe incident will there be three?
Correction, we saw 2 catamarans, the second one sits 300 feet off our stern and my first thought was uncharitably "what's he doing in our bay, and so close?" The bay is huge he has a shallow draft and he wasn't after our company so why so close?
Other scenes on Allan's Cay, some strange, some beautiful:
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| Allan's Hilton |
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| Hilton's AC - needs a very long extension cord |
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| Beach and rocks |
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| Gerry's artistic photo |
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| Like graffiti in the city, people leave their mark. |
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| How does a real estate box get here? |
SPOT
Wednesday, October 16 Allan's Cay
Too beautiful to leave although the catamaran did, finally around 10. We had paradise to ourselves.
Spent a bit of time sorting cupboards that hadn't been touched in years. Packed a lunch and spent the rest of the day on the beach sitting in the shade or swimming. Lots of little birds in our tree but they never sat still long enough to photograph. A couple cicadas decided to serenade us, my god what a racket when they're right over you.
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| Bench fully excavated with my handy frisbee |
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| One leg of bench partially uncovered |
Dug this beautiful bench out of the sand (it was in there pretty deep) but Gerry wouldn't let me bring it home just because it was huge and the 2 of us could barely carry it, so I buried him where it once was but he got out.
Dined with the setting sun, baked cookies then the captain started messing with his new toy (Lowrance chart plotter that we mainly use as a depth sounder), got it stuck on simulate, first mate got it unstuck and then he complained the sonar page wasn't right, it was all black and just showed the depth. My explanation "it's because it's dark out" got this, "if you're not going to help go below." and so I did, back to rug hooking, laughing all the way.
Eventually he gave up and pushed the reset to default button.
First water tank (22 gal.) empty.
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