A Little Bit Of Everything

George Town   

We experienced a little bit of everything today. A heavy rain shower that began around 8:00 delayed our morning plans. Crossroads and every other boat in the anchorage received a well-deserved freshwater bath. As the rain passed through the wind shifted more to the south. For a while both the wind and waves were calm. It was a very odd sensation. We prepared to depart and saw something floating against our hull. It looked like a Chesapeake Bay crabpot, but was actually a coconut. Barry scooped it out of the water and set it aside to dry. Harvesting the milk will be another project on his list. He loaded first into the dinghy and pumped out the accumulated rainwater. Just as he started the outboard, it began to rain again. Back inside we went, had lunch, and waited for the latest round of showers to pass through. 

The sun came out and it turned into a pretty afternoon. We made the run into town, found a good spot on the dinghy dock, and discarded a bag of trash. Our first mission was to go back to Top II Bottom for the additional items Barry still needed for his muffler project. Traffic was moving slowly in front of the store because of high water. I sat outside and watched the traffic navigate around and through the supersized puddle. Barry exited with another bag of supplies and we stopped at Exuma Market for a loaf of bread and a bag of apples. Back across the harbor we went to drop our purchases off at Crossroads. We meandered through the anchorage, checking out all the boats and recognizing several. Our destination was Monument Beach with plans to scale the heights of the tallest peak just because we could. The tide was falling so we anchored in the surf hoping we wouldn't have to drag the boat out too far to refloat it upon our return. We had not entered the foliage/vegetation/forest more that 500 feet when I was attacked by mosquitoes. Seems the early morning rain had given them new life and they had their tastebuds set on me. Hundreds of them covered my back and arms. Swatting and swiping did little good. Finally I went back into the water and took a dip. The climb will have to wait for another day. Disappointed, we took the slow route back to Chat N Chill Beach, diverting to the hurricane holes to see what we could see. 

We anchored and made the stingrays our first stop. I'm sure these guys are hungry with Chat N Chill being closed. They feast on the scraps from Renaldo's conch stand. The rays waved and I went in to give one of them a rub. 

We watched some more volleyball games and I was drawn in to try my luck at dominoes. Strangely enough, they don't play by the Dock Davis rules here in The Bahamas. I'll have to get with my cousin Cole and discuss these rule variations -- I like his way much better. I played three rounds then went over to where Barry was seated at the volleyball court. The cat came back and curled up beside me for a nap. The shadows got longer and the breeze got chillier. Wondering what to do next and which way to go, we walked past the directional sign and back to the dinghy for the short ride home to end anther day in George Town.