After four days in George Town we were ready to move on this morning. I realize that many folks make Elizabeth Harbor their winter destination and spend months here, its just not for us. The town has several pros -- good grocery stores and restaurants -- but the cons are substantial with crowded streets and an anchorage that looks like a city skyline at night with hundreds of anchor lights illuminating the darkness. With a break in the wind we raised our anchor and headed north. Conch Cay Cut was a bit rougher than when we entered, but the rollers hitting us on the beam were short-lived. Turning north, it was a special treat to pass both Flip Flop and Felix along the way and catch up on their recent travels. We met Jeff and Melissa on Flip Flop a month ago in No Name Harbor and have enjoyed traveling with them in the Bahamas. Felix is a fellow Looper and we traveled down the inland rivers with Tom and Dorothy for several weeks back in September. Time passed quickly and before we knew it we were riding the swells into Rat Cay Cut. Once back in the protected Exuma Banks, the scenery sure improved. The brilliant blues of the water and the white sand beaches stretched inland to meet the vivid greens of the island vegetation.
We were both pleased to be back in the quiet beauty of the Bahamas. We settled into Williams Bay with 10 other boats and set out to explore the area. We took the dinghy ashore and followed a trail up and over the island to the Atlantic shore. The trail opened to a small beach bordered by massive rocks. We walked in the sand and then sat on the rocks and watched the waves roll in for a while. Today as we sat at 23 degrees of latitude, Barry was wearing his Drummond Island T-shirt (which he picked up in August) that brags about life at 45 degrees of latitude.
Our quiet was momentarily shattered as a boat loaded with passengers zipped through the anchorage and whipped up a nice wake. How many folks can you pack on a boat? We skirted the shoreline in the dinghy and checked out a few caves.
While heading back to Crossroads, I spotted another trail that led across the island. We pulled up on a beautiful beach with water as clear as a swimming pool. We made a quick trip across the dunes and through the sea grapes and palm trees. The trail ended at the top of a 30-foot drop off. While there was no visit to the surf line, the view of the blue water was memorable enough. From there we returned to Crossroads with me taking the helm of the dinghy. I landed us safely and then spent a few hours reading on Fiberglass Beach. The intimidating 700-page book has sucked me in and is almost done in just a few days of attention. The wind switch has been turned off and the anchorage is calm. We took advantage of those conditions to grill some fish on the upper deck before watching the sun set in brilliant orange off our stern.
I choose to believe tonight's color palette is a salute for the Final Four-bound UVA Cavaliers. I didn't get to watch last night's thriller since it was on TBS, but I listened intently to the radio broadcast and followed up this morning by searching out all the video clips I could find. Go Hoos!
We were both pleased to be back in the quiet beauty of the Bahamas. We settled into Williams Bay with 10 other boats and set out to explore the area. We took the dinghy ashore and followed a trail up and over the island to the Atlantic shore. The trail opened to a small beach bordered by massive rocks. We walked in the sand and then sat on the rocks and watched the waves roll in for a while. Today as we sat at 23 degrees of latitude, Barry was wearing his Drummond Island T-shirt (which he picked up in August) that brags about life at 45 degrees of latitude.
Our quiet was momentarily shattered as a boat loaded with passengers zipped through the anchorage and whipped up a nice wake. How many folks can you pack on a boat? We skirted the shoreline in the dinghy and checked out a few caves.
While heading back to Crossroads, I spotted another trail that led across the island. We pulled up on a beautiful beach with water as clear as a swimming pool. We made a quick trip across the dunes and through the sea grapes and palm trees. The trail ended at the top of a 30-foot drop off. While there was no visit to the surf line, the view of the blue water was memorable enough. From there we returned to Crossroads with me taking the helm of the dinghy. I landed us safely and then spent a few hours reading on Fiberglass Beach. The intimidating 700-page book has sucked me in and is almost done in just a few days of attention. The wind switch has been turned off and the anchorage is calm. We took advantage of those conditions to grill some fish on the upper deck before watching the sun set in brilliant orange off our stern.
I choose to believe tonight's color palette is a salute for the Final Four-bound UVA Cavaliers. I didn't get to watch last night's thriller since it was on TBS, but I listened intently to the radio broadcast and followed up this morning by searching out all the video clips I could find. Go Hoos!
Am continuing to enjoy your posts! We spent last couple of weeks in FL Panhandle and I used your blog as a reminder where you had traveled! We have a friend in Carravelle. What a run of great Madness games! As a TN fan, was pleased to see UVA give Purdue some of its own medicine! Go Hoos! Safe travels!
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