Back Up And Running

Big Majors   

The rolly seas calmed down around 3:00 am (or was that 2:00 am?) and I finally drifted off to sleep. Morning broke over a complete reversal of conditions from the night before. Dead calm had settled over the anchorage. Several large yachts were new and crew members were busy unloading and installing all the toys for their clientele to enjoy. The air compressors were humming as the slide from the upper deck, the dock, and gazebo were all inflated in short amount of time. We lowered our dinghy and went across to the Staniel Cay Yacht Club to pick up our package of generator parts. We were in and out in a flash. The precious cargo was loaded aboard and we went back to Crossroads to get started on the repair.

Barry opened the box like it was Christmas and unwrapped all the parts. The "old and busted" heat exchanger was removed and the "new hotness" version was prepared for installation. Barry worked under the floor while I was in charge of handing and getting.

From my position by the stern door, I watched all the tour boat activity on Pig Beach. The number of visitors had returned to normal levels and the pigs were well-fed today. After about three hours of work, it was time to refill the system with antifreeze and give it a test. Barry inspected for leaks and found one. The generator needed time to cool down, so we took the opportunity to head back to Staniel Cay for a very late lunch.

We both enjoyed our tasty grilled mahi sandwiches. A short walk followed just to stretch our legs. We passed the sea wall and circled back to watch the sharks swim around the docks.

After a quick photo, we were back in the dinghy. It was a perfect day to snorkel the Thunderball grotto, but we were running short on time. Maybe another day we can check that off our list. 

We did a drive-by of the swimming pigs, just because it would be wrong not to include a photo of the famous swine. We took the dinghy close to the beach and watched as two exhibited their boorish boar-ish behavior. They were not happy that we did not bring treats. While we were away, a large yacht had anchored a bit too close to our nose (in our opinion). More large vessels continued to plow through the anchorage determined to get 50 yards closer to the pigs.

As the sun sank and cast a golden glow to the east, the toys were being deflated and stowed for the evening. We watched a colorful sunset and tried to get a grasp on Daylight Savings Time. Where had the evening gone? Barry re-tightened all of the hose clamps then started the generator. All is running well. We're hoping that this issue has been resolved and will no longer affect where we go and what we can do.