Of course, this was expected since we had rented a marina dock space so that we would have somewhere secure to hide in the event of nasty weather. I firmly believe that as a direct result of this action, there was little nasty weather. This is something like carrying spare parts in anticipation of a mechanical breakdown. Nothing for which you have spare parts will break - ever. The only things that will break will be those things for which you have no spare parts with the probability of failure going up with the difficulty of buying those needed parts.
Of course this also meant that within days of our marina dockage expiring, the wind started howling. And as a result of that, we have been holed up for several days in Little Harbour, at the very foot of the Sea of Abaco, where I am now updating this blog.
We have spent a lot of time roaming beaches.
Sometimes searching for sea glass - sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. These people, Bruce and Gail, do some wonderful work turning sea glass into jewelry. You can find samples of their work in many of the gift shops.
We organized a lobster hunt where people came on our boat with their dinghies in tow. We did not catch many on that occasion but it did earn us an invitation to a lobster pig-out where sever lobster hunters pooled their bounty for a joint feast. Our contribution was conch salad made by Beverley from conchs we had found a few days before.
Cleaning a conch. What a messy job!!! You would not believe the amount of slime there is inside. We also tried a different approach. We took a couple of the biggest ones and froze them. The idea was that after thawing, the conch meat would be removable without cutting the shell. This would make a nicer horn. This was a good idea except that it did not work. We did, however, manage to clean these conchs by making a smaller hole in the shell than would otherwise be required.
It also allowed us to attend a "low country boil": potatoes, onions, corn on the cob, other vegetables and lots and lots of shrimp. The recipe supposedly comes from Louisiana. The food after cooking, the food is dumped on newspaper where it becomes finger food. In Louisiana, they must have good appetites because we had twice as much as we could possibly have eaten.
Food being served. Not perhaps high society but really good!
We had parties on our own boat: one with 15 people that overflowed from the sun-deck to the fly-bridge.
A pretty sober looking crew!
My sister, Sandy, and her husband, Kim, visited us for a week. It was fun taking them around to see all the sights.
The water over this star fish was 5 or 6 feet deep yet you could see it extremely clearly on this very calm day.
Every day at 5 PM, the people on the dock would get together for happy hour. This is Bev arriving with our food contribution. I had already taken over drinks and chairs.
Toute la gang at Pete's Pub in Little Harbour. There have been some major improvements to this bar over the last year. Some parts of it now have a roof!!!
Brad taking a picture of all of us. This is how he looks when he is sober!!
Panorama of what you see.
We arranged for dolphins to swim in our bow wave while they are here.
We have also been forming a southern branch of Trident Yacht Club.
The amazing thing about February is that hardly anything has broken on the boat. Instead of spending all my time fixing things, I have been able to enjoy life!
May the good times continue! These really are the good old days. Today! Right now!
As long as our livers hold out!
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