George Town
Calm seas continued today and we had a smooth (and dry) run across Elizabeth Harbour to George Town. Any time the passage under the road and into Lake Victoria is flat, is a good day. We dropped off a bag of garbage and then went for a little retail therapy. We left the Straw Market empty handed, but each picked up a new shirt at Sandpiper.
The sound of barking drew us to Regatta Park to see what the commotion was all about. There was a free spay/neuter/adoption event being set up for the day. Jack & Jill caught our eyes as being both well behaved and sweet. The surgical procedures were actually performed onsite in the elaborate trailer. We chatted with one of the volunteers (from Canada) and were amazed by what they were accomplishing. On to the farmer's market we went. Only one vendor was present, but it was the one I was looking for. Win. I picked up a bag of fresh arugula before going into the Shop Rite for a few items. I made Barry take a seat in the bleachers while I got a little March Madness out of my system. It was the first time I'd picked up a basketball since I got my second new knee. It took a while to find my shot, but I was glad it did eventually return. A final stop was made at Exuma Market where we were very excited to stock up on quarts of yogurt, lettuce, and lunch meat. We returned to the nearly empty dinghy dock with our purchases and returned to Crossroads.
After lunch we headed a short distance south for an afternoon walk on the beach. We beached the dinghy knowing that the tide was rising. The trailhead was well-marked and we started across Stocking Island on a well-defined path. In contrast to the rocky limestone trails we've been on recently, this one was sandy. It was a pleasure to leave my shoes in the dinghy. We passed through brilliant green palms until the path opened to the beautiful end of long beach.
The pictures do not fully capture the beauty.
Small shells could be found in patches along the sand and we looked through them for collectible specimens. The little green shell surprised us by moving atop the other shells. The tiny crab inside refused to come out for a photo, but we later saw two other crabs in the sand. I could have walked many more miles, but the bargain with Barry was that we would only walk to ...
... the lone palm tree rising above the dune. We turned around and made footprints anew in the sand rendered smooth by the incoming tide. Our dinghy was floating nicely when were returned in late afternoon. Back on Crossroads Barry changed the oil in the main engine. I prepared salads with grilled chicken for dinner. The arugula was soooo good. As the sun set, folks were departing the beachside bars. A large cloud bank once again obscured most of the evening's colors, but the tiny splash of orange nice end to the day.
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