Southern Abacos

When last we left our intrepid traveller he was more or less safely ensconced at Fish Cay.

Anchored at Fish Cay

I woke up that morning only to realize we'd drug some, fortunately in a good direction. It seemed like a good time to move somewhere better.  The winds were strengthening from the southeast leaving little protection and a more disastrous  direction.

Welcome To Great Guana Cay

So off I went to Fisher's Bay sort of midway down Great Guana Cay.  The north end of Great Guana has been developed into a rich person's place where mere mortals aren't particularly welcome.  But Fisher's Bay is welcoming.  It's off Grabber's, a bar/grill/hotel with a pool, small but nice beach, awesome bar, and lots of people to talk to.

Grabber's Bar

Funny story which falls into the category of good judgement comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgement.  As I came into the anchorage I saw this big spot where I thought people had left from.  Boats all around, close to Grabbers. relatively calm.  "So", I says to meself, "that looks like a brilliant place to anchor."  And anchor I do. As I always do after anchoring, I checked my position with the boats around me.  I have about 150 feet of chain in like 12 feet of water so I'm right sure of myself.  But then it's starting to look like I'm shifting in relation to the other boats.  Not a lot, and not fast, but it's showing. I'm right on the hairy edge of convincing myself it's just me when I decide to jump in the water and check the anchor...

Grabber's Beach

Well, it turns out the anchor was sitting right on top of some bare coral and the only thing holding me in place was friction from the chain.  It turns out no one anchors there for a very good reason.  You can't.

Entrance To Grabber's

Anyway, after pulling up the anchor and going someplace that was better at the back of the fleet, it was cocktail time and that's what transpired.

Nipper's 

I stayed there for two days - one I spent at Grabbers, the other wandering around.  I saw Nippers.  Couldn't bring myself to go to the pig roast.  Nice beach, though.

I met Kevin and Louise from SV Serena Rose and enjoyed a lunch with them at Grabbers.  I had met them at Donny's in Black Sound at Green Turtle Cay and again at Manjack.  A very pleasant couple of days, to be sure.

Laundry Day at Treasure Cay

Lunch at Bahama Beach Club

My next stop was Treasure Cay Marina - I was going to meet my friends Laura and Cory there - they were at Green Turtle and rented a boat to bomb over in with their friend Gregory.  We had a lovely lunch at the Bahama Beach Club.  What a beautiful view!  Then we walked around the point of Treasure Cay and back to the marina.  Laura and Cory left, Greg stayed behind so I could take him to Marsh Harbor the next day so he could get a plane back to Florida - it just saved everyone time and money.  Also, I had to be in Marsh Harbour to pick up Lynn so she could join me for a few days.

Laura and Cory Return to Green Turtle

It's interesting to note that the power went out fairly frequently as the Abaco power company did rolling blackouts.  Apparently one generator had a failed pump and it took a long time to get the wrong pump, then some more time to get the right one.  So I got to wash my clothes but had to dry them on the lifelines.  Life of a cruiser!

Treasure Cay Marina Office

I stayed at Mangoes Marina and I am so glad I did.  It's the smallest of the bunch but it's really well run and if you're liked, you're invited back.  The restaurant had not yet opened for the season but would have by the time Lynn and I got back.  Anyway, clean facilities, new washing machines and dryers, metered electricity and very reasonable water prices.  And the people there, whether long term or transient are treated like family.

I had heard about Mangoes when I met Helen on her Shucker 36 again in Fisher's Bay. Scott, her friend, made a reservation for me - it turns out he lived there on his trawler.  So it was good to see him again when I got there.

The day I arrived I also headed to Maxwell's, the big grocery store near by, to stock up on healthy food and so forth.  Lynn likes fruit so I got that and other stuff for us to partake of.  I didn't know how much eating ashore we'd do so I planned for food for every night.

The next morning I caught a cab for the airport and waited for Lynn's flight.  Man, was it nice to see her come out of the arrivals door!  My cab had waited and we made our way back to Pelican.  We stayed the night and got ready to go the next morning-ish.

Since we were only going a few miles to Archer Cay we left around noon arriving around 3 and having had a brilliant sail for a couple of hours.  The north of Archer/Water Cay is great protection from winds from the south east through the west.  The holding is good, too.  And it's about halfway between Treasure Cay and Marsh Harbour, just a couple of miles west of Fish Cay.  If you're thinking this area of the Abacos is small, you're correct.  It is.  It's very well protected except from the northeast swell from the Atlantic coming through the Whale Cay cut.

Anyway, the next morning we hopped in the dinghy and went snorkeling around Archer and Water Cays.  There's a surprising amount to look at but a pale shadow of what was to come.

Around two, we left for Man of War Cay, again only a few miles away.   We met Laura and Cory for dinner on Ursa Minor - a delicious dinner of fresh fish (Cory's the best at fishing and lobstering and that sort of stuff, and Laura is darn good at it, too).  It was a great evening and we planned on snorkeling on the reef outside Man of War the next morning.

Laura and Cory

Truthfully, the ride out there was a bit rough, but since we were going to get wet anyway, who cares? What a reef!  We spent a few hours out there and just marveled at the fish and coral.  Eventually we got back to Pelican, cleaned up and invited Laura and Cory over for dinner (grilled conch and stuff).  I sort of overdid the conch so it was a bit chewy.  It's hard to know these things.

Lynn snorkeling

Ray near Fowl Cay

Some coral and stuff

The next day Laura and Cory left to go to Great Harbor and Lynn and I left to go see the underwater park near Fowl Cay.  It's a national park, obviously, that has a few mooring balls to tie to so that people don't anchor on the coral heads.  It was spectacular!  These are the reefs we'd been looking for.  Not only were they healthier, fish knew they weren't being hunted there somehow and the variety was spectacular including fish normally consumed.  And, for the most part, they were bigger besides. 

Elkhorn Coral Near Surface

Some more elkhorn coral

Even more elkhorn

Around lunch time it appeared there was some weather coming in so we got ourselves together hoping to get a place in Hopetown, on Elbow Cay, for the evening.  Nope.  No room.  No moorings, no slips.  Nada.  So we crossed back to Sugar Loaf Cay, just west of Matt Lowe Cay, and anchored.  Well, that wasn't too comfortable so we moved again to Boat Harbor, south of Marsh Harbour (actually on the south side of the peninsula Marsh Harbour is part of.

Brain coral

We anchored in a place there should have been enough water.  There wasn't.  So around 11:30pm I thought it prudent to move the boat.  Here's a tip:  If you're safely aground and in a non-threatening condition just go about your business.  The tide will rise, you will get off.   Just leave everything be.  Or, you could worry and fret and somehow get the anchor up and then you've got a problem because you can't set it again so you have to wait until there's enough water to move the boat to a place there is enough water getting to bed at 1:30am.  Which was never the intent.  It's your choice.

Conch Lynn caught

Tiloo Cay

The next morning we were understandably a bit slow to get our act together - we did, however, have a lovely sail to Tilloo Cay near Tilloo Bank which was supposed to be really beautiful.  But we were sailing so well and so fast that we got to the anchorage and turned around, sailed halfway back, then turned around again and finally sailed to our anchorage.

Little coral Lynn found

Lynn with her helmet conch

It was a beautiful day and we explored the Tilloo Bank.  It was not low tide so it wasn't too interesting but we did see stingrays.  Then we found a place to snorkel and did that for a couple of hours.  We went snorkeling the next day, too, an explored Tilloo Pond - there are turtles there.  Towards mid afternoon we got ourselves together and headed to Sugar Loaf Cay because the winds had turned north which was bad where we were.

It was still a bit rough at Sugar Loaf so back to Boat Harbor - but this time in deeper water to start.  The nights were amazing - clear skies, lots of stars.  The moon was becoming full.  Just beautiful.

Helmet conch

The next day was Lynn's last before flying home and I wanted to take her to Wally's, an expensive and theoretically good restaurant.  It was blowing 20-25 out of the northeast and we sailed like bandits into Marsh Harbor.  Sadly, our slip wasn't available so we anchored and took the dinghy in to Wally's. Well, it was expensive, I'll give them that.  But not so good.  Definitely not worth it.  The Mangoes restaurant, I was later to find out, was far superior.  What made the evening wonderful was being with Lynn who despite 8 or 9 days on the boat looked spectacular and was brilliant company!  I am, I maintain, the luckiest guy in the world.

Anyway, the next morning sadness ensued as we went to the airport and I saw Lynn off. A slip became available and I took it to get some hardware I needed and stock up at Maxwell's.  Also, to try Jamie's.  Stayed for three nights, met Vince and Sharlene of  "Finn MacCool" and see Scott and Helen of "Ain't Ms Behavin'".

I knew my time was drawing to a close.  I wanted to get to Little Harbour, see the Coral Gardens, another underwater park, and see the 'nature trail' behind Snake Cay.  Also, I hoped to get to Hopetown at least for a visit.

I have found that it is nearly impossible to back and fill Pelican to starboard.  But it is possible and there are twenty or so people at Mangoes who are witness to that.  At this point I am king of going down fairways sideways.  For those of you who don't know what backing and filling is, it's turning the boat using reverse and forward to rotate it on its vertical axis (the axis of the main mast).  If you have a strong prop walk (tendency of the boat to back in a particular direction) you can use that to help the rotation.  For instance, Pelican has a strong starboard prop walk meaning the stern goes starboard and the bow, in theory, port.  So you can leave the rudder to  port and just by reversing and going forward you can make it turn.  But to go the other way is far more difficult.  Lots of wheel turning. forward and backward, swearing, sweating, and trying to convince people you're not going to hit them.

Anyway, it was a good fifteen minutes of amusement for those on their boats or curious enough to watch from shore.

Without any wind, it was about 4 hours to Little Harbour.  Sadly, even within one hour of high tide I bumped going in and once there found no moorings available with sufficient depth.  The boat I was following (Mt. Olympus) got the last mooring and then decided there wasn't enough water.  I knew that as I ran aground.  Then when freed, I went to leave the harbor but had to wait for ocean swells to get me past the entrance - every swell I'd go 20 or 30 feet then settle on the bottom.  10 seconds later, same thing.

Oceanside Lynyard Cay

Path across Lynyard Cay

Eventually, I got out and headed for Lynyard Cay.   There's a couple of coves offering protection from the north to the southeast.  Mt. Olympus followed me out as they decided they didn't have enough water either.  Pete's Pub is supposed to be a must do place in Little Harbour (there's not much else, actually).  No hamburger is worth that aggravation.  So, if you're going and you're on a catamaran, great.  Have fun.  If you draw much more than 4 feet, forget it.

Oceanside Lynyard Cay

Lynyard Cay

The next morning I moved north to the next cove for more protection and because it was closer to Coral Gardens.  Sadly, it was still too rough to snorkel there.  Winds and swell were coming in through the cut between Lynyard and Pelican Cays.  So I took the dingy over to introduce myself to the people on Mt. Olympus, Larry and his wife whose name escapes me (it actually escaped me soon after I left before I could write it down).

Then I tootled off to the main beach on Lynyard found Linda from Linda Jane who had managed to find the one deep water mooring in Little Harbour.  I had met them at Mangoes before they left.  I explored to the other side of Lynyard and took pictures.  When I got back, Tom was there so I hung out with him while Linda wandered off to hunt for shells. Very pleasant.

The next morning with the wind still out of the east I left for Tilloo Cay again.  Sailed most of the way.  There's a story, though.  When Lynn and I were there she found a helmet conch.  I found out you can't really eat them so suggested we leave it there.  She was disappointed.  Well, I figured I'd go back and find it again.  Or at least search for it.  It turns out they can travel 2-1/2 miles a day but they don't necessarily do that.  In fact, it was right where we left it, more or less.  So conch acquired. See above picture.

Once again on the move to a little bight north of Snake Cay.  There's a little 'nature trail' you can take your dinghy on behind the cay.  I did that the next day with the winds out of the south west.  It's amazing how rough it can get in three feet of water.  It's an interesting trail and if you have a portable chart plotting software bring it.  You can get lost-ish.  Which I did.  Anyway, on a calm day you can see turtles and rays and even fish.  There are pools and coral and things to see.  On a cold rough day it's less interesting. As I look at my pictures I realize they're mostly worthless.  Just go and see for yourself.

Lighthouse Marina, Hopetown

I'm in Hopetown!

 I left Snake Cay for Hopetown.  Got a slip at Lighthouse Marina for a couple of nights.  It was a great day of sailing, if slow.  It didn't matter as I had to enter at at least half tide.  Anyway, the marina is nice, right next to the last manually operated kerosene powered lighthouse in the world.  Pretty cool.

Pelican from Lighthouse

The lighthouse is lit at dusk and the operator has to wind the clockworks every two hours.  The Fresnel lens floats on a bath of mercury.  It's been in operation since the 1800s.

That morning I went to town after having breakfast at Captain Jack's and had a walk to Firefly's and around the island.  Firefly's is a must go to restaurant with a resort.  They have courtesy transport to Hopetown and back.  Just call.  But I don't really like going to places like that alone.  Who should come in that afternoon but Helen on Ain't Ms Behavin' with Scott and others.  No small amount of drinking ensued.  Also, I climbed the lighthouse.

Pressurized kerosene tanks for light	Another view of clockworks	Lighthouse
Fresnel Lens	Light clockwork mechanism	View down the lighthouse stairs

I left Lighthouse Marina for Mangoes the next day.  I took a couple of days to reprovision and make some minor repairs on Pelican.  Because it's the Bahamas it took as long as it took and no longer.  No rush.  I hung out with  Vince and Sharlene on Finn McCool again, Also, Helen, Scott, and Erin.  I can't recommend Mangoes enough if you're like me and want friendly marinas.  If you want hoity-toity marinas, there are others in Marsh Harbour.  That's all I'm going to say about that.

A couple of days later I crossed Whale Cay to the Other Club in Black Sound to wait out weather for the start of my trip home.  Got a chance to say goodbye to Kevin, Sarah, and Jesse.  Also, met Ron from the Pearson 31 "True Blue" I had met waiting for the swing bridge in Virginia.  Also "Old Sam" from Marsh Harbour.  I also met Edgar and Laura on "Way Point", a Morgan 41 Out Island.  What incredibly nice people - in fact, they offered me their slip in Lady's Island Marina in Beaufort SC, where I'm now writing this.  I hope to see them again!

Next, the trip home.