Baker’s Bay 
Great Guana Cay
Bahamas
26.41.390N
77.09.611W
Toucan Dream and Aye Doc pulled out first thing this morning to make a run back into Marsh Harbor to see if their mail had finally arrived. Having the anchorage to ourselves, Dale and I dropped the dink and headed back at Spoil Cay, this time we took a couple of coffee cans to put our shells in. We timed it so that we were almost at low tide on a new moon (meaning that the low tide was lower than usual). We were lucky in our scavenger hunt; I found 5 good sized shells and Dale half filled his can with the tiny shells that are prominent on the island. I found 3 conch shells on the beach but since their inhabitants were still alive, I threw them back out into the water as far as I could.
Back at the Palace, a DeFever powerboat group had found our bay and 7 of them had rafted up for party time. A huge steel power boat named Belezia had anchored uncomfortably close to us but then ended up moving further out. We suspect because they had anchored right over the block of concrete we had seen when we were circling around looking for a good place to drop the anchor yesterday.
Dale inflated the clear inner tube we found on our trip south and I floated in it until it felt like the sun was searing my brain. Probably a good indication that it was time to come back in.
About the time that Annabelle II came in to anchor, the DeFever raft up, broke up and powered off toward Marsh Harbor. Toucan Dream & Aye Doc finally made it back in before dark but not before the threatening clouds opened up and started raining.
We finished the day eating the fish that Bob had given to us yesterday and watching one of our DVDs.
Great Guana Cay
Bahamas
26.41.390N
77.09.611W
Toucan Dream and Aye Doc pulled out first thing this morning to make a run back into Marsh Harbor to see if their mail had finally arrived. Having the anchorage to ourselves, Dale and I dropped the dink and headed back at Spoil Cay, this time we took a couple of coffee cans to put our shells in. We timed it so that we were almost at low tide on a new moon (meaning that the low tide was lower than usual). We were lucky in our scavenger hunt; I found 5 good sized shells and Dale half filled his can with the tiny shells that are prominent on the island. I found 3 conch shells on the beach but since their inhabitants were still alive, I threw them back out into the water as far as I could.
Back at the Palace, a DeFever powerboat group had found our bay and 7 of them had rafted up for party time. A huge steel power boat named Belezia had anchored uncomfortably close to us but then ended up moving further out. We suspect because they had anchored right over the block of concrete we had seen when we were circling around looking for a good place to drop the anchor yesterday.
Dale inflated the clear inner tube we found on our trip south and I floated in it until it felt like the sun was searing my brain. Probably a good indication that it was time to come back in.
About the time that Annabelle II came in to anchor, the DeFever raft up, broke up and powered off toward Marsh Harbor. Toucan Dream & Aye Doc finally made it back in before dark but not before the threatening clouds opened up and started raining.
We finished the day eating the fish that Bob had given to us yesterday and watching one of our DVDs.
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