From Warderick Wells we headed to Big Majors to hang out with another trillion boats all waiting for provisions on the mail boat coming “in a few days”. Other than for salad, a vegetable has not passed my mouth in over a week! There were more high priced power vessels here than at any time in my past and it would look like an economic recovery in the marine sector is definitely underway.
During happy hour at Warderick I had mentioned during our chatter that we were experiencing some battery issues. (Actually, this has been an on-going matter that my ever-the-optimist husband has until recently been in denial about, and refuses to believe that this is not a new problem.) Word of our situation caught up with Bob on Greenstone (thanks to wife Judy), and Bob dinghied over to offer suggestions and advice. We later joined them on their boat for sundowners along with Nora and John from Sabretooth, Cindy from Island Bound, a single handler whom we met years ago aboard Cloverleaf, along with two more folks whose name and boat I have forgotten. At sundown, Judy dragged out a bag of conch horns of various sorts and sizes, and a cacophony of howling horns accompanied by gut splitting laughter resulted. What a great idea and fun way to welcome the setting sun.
We moved on to Little Bay by Black Point, which is a good spot when winds are strong from the north, as it is easy to land your dinghy on a lovely sandy beach. A short walk over to the sound beach can be had, along with sea glass and, during this visit, small and well worn but large cowries washing up with the tide. We found Blue Heaven at anchor and the cockles of my heart were warmed when Arlene commented that we had been complaining about our batteries ever since Miami. Although I did not turn to my husband to tell him that I had told him so, I have decided to memorialize it here to once and for all document the evidence.
From Little Bay we had a rollicking sail back to Hawksbill, now on a mission to get to Nassau for new batteries before Beth arrives. Next day on to Highbourne Cay, the favorite spot of Bill and Carol, neighbors from Mill Creek. Highbourne has had a lot of press lately about their renovation (and I think a change in ownership), including the addition of a restaurant. When we visited the office to report that we were visiting from the anchorage, a request posted at the dinghy dock, we were informed we could visit the restaurant and the gift shop but could not leave the marina proper. My auntie would have called this getting some hot tongue and cold shoulder, so we tucked our tails between our legs and ventured back to the anchorage without the benefit of any exercise.
By then about 15 boats had laid anchor, including Jerry and Barb on Kumbaya. Jerry was on the computer trying to figure out how to get a new prop for his outboard, his being incapacitated. In exchange for some more battery advice and a few tots of Brugal rum, we offered them our spare-spare prop that had been drilled for us as an extra spare by our new friend Bill on Veranda for us a few years back after we received a replacement for ours. We won’t ever forget the kindness of our then future-friends on Synergy who offered up their brand new spare prop for our identical outboard when they heard about our problem. In this cruising life we are constantly reminded that what goes around comes around, and that friends, old and new, are the best part of cruising.
posted from Nassau, where batteries quoted at $240 actually cost $500. each.