Our little corner of the Sea of Abaco was nice and calm this morning making for a smooth and dry dinghy ride into Hope Town Harbour. We first toured the perimeter and got a good look at the lighthouse, colorful rental properties, and large megayachts. We tied the dinghy up to a large town dock and set off on a walking tour.
Being Sunday, many museums, shops, and restaurants were closed. That was fine with us and we enjoyed walking the narrow and quiet streets. There were old houses and new houses, but all were surrounded by blooming flowers and white fences. The street lamp posts are painted to mimic the striping of the lighthouse. Some of the white picket fences were the hanging spots for words of wisdom signage.
We came across a basketball court with top-quality goals and a ball ready to go. I had to take a few minutes and shoot around. As I was having fun, Barry found a plaque saying the court had just been dedicated in December 2018. We continued our stroll north and walked up and down several streets that led back to the water. A small garden of cotton plants stood out as unique while the common bougainvillea continues to impress.
On the way back to the center of town, I was drawn to the organ music at St. James Methodist Church. Whoever was playing was very talented and I climbed up the steps and enjoyed listening to a familiar Easter hymn. We ducked in for lunch at Harbour's Edge and sat along the water watching boats of all shapes and sizes come and go. Fueled up on a great spinach salad (me) and a grouper sandwich (Barry) we continued north on our walking tour. It seems everyone who stays at a cottage puts their hometown on a pole out front. We passed a half dozen or more collections, but this one caught our eye. First it had Penn State -- not really a shock since its alumni base huge. On the same sign, however, was the small town of Salisbury, NC. Who would have believed that the home of Catawba College would jump out here in Hope Town? I immediately texted the photo to Rebekah, an incoming member of the Catawba Class of 2023.
Our ultimate destination was On Da Beach at Turtle Hill. We took a seat overlooking the beach and enjoyed a beverage before taking a short stroll along the surf. We returned to Crossroads and had a few hours to relax before dark. I have finally passed the half-way point (440 pages) of my latest book. It is moving along quickly, but is about twice as long as I'm used to.
Weather permitting, we will head back into Hope Town tomorrow morning to climb the lighthouse, and then visit the museum and a few stores. We will then bring up the anchor and move a little further north.
Being Sunday, many museums, shops, and restaurants were closed. That was fine with us and we enjoyed walking the narrow and quiet streets. There were old houses and new houses, but all were surrounded by blooming flowers and white fences. The street lamp posts are painted to mimic the striping of the lighthouse. Some of the white picket fences were the hanging spots for words of wisdom signage.
We came across a basketball court with top-quality goals and a ball ready to go. I had to take a few minutes and shoot around. As I was having fun, Barry found a plaque saying the court had just been dedicated in December 2018. We continued our stroll north and walked up and down several streets that led back to the water. A small garden of cotton plants stood out as unique while the common bougainvillea continues to impress.
On the way back to the center of town, I was drawn to the organ music at St. James Methodist Church. Whoever was playing was very talented and I climbed up the steps and enjoyed listening to a familiar Easter hymn. We ducked in for lunch at Harbour's Edge and sat along the water watching boats of all shapes and sizes come and go. Fueled up on a great spinach salad (me) and a grouper sandwich (Barry) we continued north on our walking tour. It seems everyone who stays at a cottage puts their hometown on a pole out front. We passed a half dozen or more collections, but this one caught our eye. First it had Penn State -- not really a shock since its alumni base huge. On the same sign, however, was the small town of Salisbury, NC. Who would have believed that the home of Catawba College would jump out here in Hope Town? I immediately texted the photo to Rebekah, an incoming member of the Catawba Class of 2023.
Our ultimate destination was On Da Beach at Turtle Hill. We took a seat overlooking the beach and enjoyed a beverage before taking a short stroll along the surf. We returned to Crossroads and had a few hours to relax before dark. I have finally passed the half-way point (440 pages) of my latest book. It is moving along quickly, but is about twice as long as I'm used to.
Weather permitting, we will head back into Hope Town tomorrow morning to climb the lighthouse, and then visit the museum and a few stores. We will then bring up the anchor and move a little further north.
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