Oven Rock to George Town | 6.3 Hours | 42.7 Miles
We bid farewell to Little Farmer's Cay shortly after low tide, slowly crossing the shallows to reach the deep water channel. Our hearts always pump faster when we have less than two feet under our keel. The exit past the beacon and through Farmer's Cay Cut was uneventful. We turned right and settled in for a straight shot to our destination. Exuma Sound was calm and we had a perfect travel day. The miles clicked off quickly as we examined all of the beautiful beaches to our west. As we passed Lee Stocking Island, we were filled with sadness at the loss of one of our favorite hiking spots because of private development.
The only excitement we experience was courtesy of a brown booby that circled our boat for 20 minutes or more. Eventually I decided the best way to get it to leave was try to take a picture of it. That did not work either. After it successfully procured some lunch, we escaped its surveillance. As we neared the entrance to Elizabeth Harbour at Conch Cay Cut, we met an outbound supply ship. We're hoping all of those Sysco containers have been unloaded to stock the grocery stores. We'll find out tomorrow.
Although this very popular spot is beginning to empty out, there were still more than 300 boats present at last week's count. We passed the Salt Monument atop Stocking Island and dropped anchored just south of Chat N Chill Beach. We lowered the dinghy and made our way to the beachfront parking lot. Barry got himself a beverage and we circled the sandy perimeter. Of course we had to stop and study the destination sign. Several new places have been added since our last visit, but White Stone, VA (848 nm away) is still present. We sat at a picnic table and watched as the last groups of visitors from George Town loaded on the water taxis for the trip back across the harbour.
The highlight of our time onshore was watching the stingrays being fed by a family that had brought the good stuff -- conch scraps and squid. The nearby pile of vacant and discarded conch shells added a splash of color. We returned to Crossroads and watched the evening's sunset. The clouds in the bigger picture were much more impressive than the tiny slit through which the sun passed behind.
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