Thursday, January 17, 2008
Entering the channel into Treasure Cay is a scary thing, it looks as though you will hit bottom almost as soon as you enter it. At high tide we found no less than 8 feet, so we had no issue. We found a mooring, one of very few available, and paid the $12 fee, entitling us to use the showers and pool. A real bargain. We had lunch at Coco Beach, and then walked the beach, advertised as one of National Geographic's picks for top ten of the world.
The next day we lingered, and rented bikes. We took a long ride for a few hours (Judy, it was easy going out and hard coming back with the wind on the nose; I had no idea!) We shelled for a few hours while Vickie and Len hung out at the pool. I found some incredible shells for Willow; I need to become creative.
Tonight we had show and tell with my shells, Len brewed up a mean island drink, and we are having a turkey dinner, with plans for a movie afterwards. Tomorrow, we go where the wind blows.
On a very sad note, we learned today that our dear friend Alan's Dad George Rosenzweig passed away. If I had to choose a father but could not choose my own, George would get my vote. Whenever we saw him, he made us feel special and like we were family. I am so sad for his wife Ellen, for Alan, and for all of us. We are cheated.