Tahiti Beach
Elbow Cay
Bahamas
26.30.420N
76.59.036W

Another gray day but at least the rain was limited to the occasional sprinkle. We tidied up the Palace a bit as we were hosting the evening social hour before making our way across the channel to an island called Lubbers Quarters and Cracker P’s for lunch. Cracker P’s is another in a long line of great little seaside bar and grills but the history behind the name is rather colorful.

Apparently the proprietors of Cracker P’s were looking for a name for their establishment when they came across the story of a old man who used to live on the island but originally hailed from Georgia. Back home in Georgia, he had a duck that terrorized the neighbors. Apparently, the local sheriff confronted the man about the terrorist duck; a disagreement ensued and the man shot and killed the sheriff. On the lam, he made his way to the Abacos where he quietly lived the remainder of his life hiding out and growing vegetables and sapodilla trees. As the man was of limited means, the islanders were introduced to their first nudist in the islands. However once they got used to the guy, they often traded meat and fish (and I’m sure the occasional pair of trousers) for his fresh vegetables. There was no mention of what became of the duck.

On the way back to the Palace, we dropped by Annabelle II and gobbled up the fresh crumb cake that Karen had baked then surveyed the improvements that they added to their Hunter. I liked a couple of their ideas in the galley and added them to my list of “Nice Things to Have” on the Palace when we get back home (thanks Karen!). We reciprocated the ‘show and tell’ later in the day when they came over for sundowners. Bob & Caron from Toucan Dream were also invited for the social hour and the guys, all of them handy with hammer and saw, compared ideas of problems they had encountered and what they had done with regard to improvements on our respective boats. We figure that by the time we’re all ready to give up sailing, we’ll have the perfect cruising boats.

Tomorrow we’ll make our way to Marsh Harbor but this time, we’ll wait for high tide before we leave.