23 February, 2016
On Sunday morning, it was so pleasant and sunny that inertia threatened to take hold, but we had decided to push on down the Exuma chain. To paraphrase Jimmy- “There’s so much to see waiting in front of me”-or somethin’ like that. Cambridge Cay was calling. Halfway there, I discovered that the charging cord for one of the laptops was nowhere to be found. A quick call revealed its’ whereabouts-in Andrew’s office. Well…. we could keep on headin’ down-he’d find a way to get it to us. Right on. After a verrrrrrrrry relaxed 2 ½ hour ride, we rounded into the anchorage at Cambridge Cay. Four other boats were already in the huge, sheltered anchorage, leaving plenty of room for us. While tying to the mooring, I dropped a pin for a large stainless steel shackle (translate expensive) into the water. After we were secured, it took about a half hour of searching to find the pin on the bottom, which, by the way, now has a bright yellow lanyard attached to it. Later in the afternoon, the anchorage hosts, Lynn & Larry dinghied over to welcome us, and collect the rent. We asked them where they were from. The following conversation ensued: “Canada”. “Where in Canada”? “Oh, a small town on the Great Lakes”. “Where”? “You probably haven’t heard of it-Tobermory”. “Really. You probably ran a dive operation there, which you sold in the Spring of 2014”. “Are you serious”? “Yeah, we met you on the dock at Tobermory when we were headed to the Trent/Severn Canal in May of ’14”. (This was all Suzanne, none of us remembered our first meeting until she described it in detail). After we got that out of the way, we arranged to go snorkeling with them the following day to a site by Rocky Dundas Cay. They told us that there was a grotto there, whose mouth was exposed at low tide, allowing you to swim in to a cavern “large enough to hold this boat”. Cool. 75 degrees and sunny. Hammocks out, books in hand. You get the picture. After dinner, we dusted off the cribbage board, got out the Hoyle’s, and relearned the game. As good hosts, it was our duty to get our skills up to a level that we’d pass for players so that when Andy and Jody (avid card players) got here and trounced us, it would be a more satisfying experience for them.
Oh man, this is what it’s all about. The sun came blazing up over the edge of Cambridge Cay, the wind had stayed steady in the low teens all night, which made for perfect sleeping. We were excited about our upcoming snorkel expedition in the afternoon, so we broke out our new diveskins to get our weights “dialed in”. (Diveskins are worn for protection against scrapes and sunburn, and also provide a little bit of warmth. Ours cover our bodies from ankle to neck to wrist, their thickness is somewhere between long underwear and a light wetsuit) Anyway, they’re slightly buoyant, so if you want to dive below the surface, you need to wear a weight belt to compensate. We got this accomplished in a few minutes, then headed over to the Cay to do some exploring on land. There, against a backdrop of crashing aquamarine seas and glaring sunshine on the windward side, we did our eco-thing and picked up beachtrash for an hour or so. While we were on the beach, a couple of new boats joined us in the anchorage, and one left. We expected that more would arrive during the day, as another front was expected to roll through the following day. We had a spot o’ lunch (peanut butter on homemade wheat bread), and were ready to go when Lynn and Larry rolled over in their tender to let us know that they thought it was too rough to go to the caves. Bummer! Not to worry, Larry asked if we had been to the “Aquarium”, or the “Plane wreck” sites. Since we hadn’t snorkeled anywhere around here, the alternates would work just fine. Off we went in the tenders, joined by Ken and Grace (S/V “Pisces”) to the site some 2 miles away, just off Johnny Depp’s private island. “The Aquarium” was a pleasant surprise, the water clarity was very good, in spite of the windy conditions, and the diversity of small aquatic life there made the trip a success. Next, we went to the plane wreck, a drug running Cessna which had crashed and sunk upside down in about 20’ of water back in the eighties. It was kinda cool, but beside a couple of coral heads rising up from the sandy bottom, there wasn’t much to see. We had just piled back into the dinghy when up drives….guess who? Andrew, and he’s got our power cord-Yea!
Back at the ranch, Suz made Cuban coffee while I hung the hammocks up on the boat deck so that we could lay out in the sun and warm up (what a couple of dive weenies!). Through the rest of the day more boats came rolling in, keeping Lynn and Larry busy with their host duties. By days’ end, there were a dozen other boats either moored or anchored in our cozy little bay, including a hundred footer. By 1730, L&L, K&G, The Admiral and Yours Truly were sippin’ and rappin’ on “Alizann’s” back porch. The full moon rose over the scrub on Cambridge Cay, changing the dark water back to a subtle blue-green hue. It was so bright that you could see the shadows of The Girl and the trailing tenders on the bottom in 13’ of water. By 1030, we decided that we should either break it up for the evening or move in together. We opted for the former after making plans to try the grotto snorkeling on the ‘morrow.
One of these days, we’ll get enough cell coverage to post some blogs/pics. Until then,