Crossing the Tongue of the Ocean. Rosie got hot and sprayed herself with the pump-up shower.

(Bought from the incomparable Duckworks Boatbuilding Supply.)

 

Night passage to Allen's Cay:

 

Morning at Allen's:

 

The girls meet a local inhabitant:

 

Laundry day:

 

We took Amazon for a little sail to a beach on Leaf Cay, near our anchorage:

 

Exploring Southwest Allen's Cay:

 

Bad day at anchor:

 

Another picture of that bad day at anchor. I get a little nauseous just thinking about it. Those waves breaking on the rocks were about 200 yards behind us, and we would have wound up there if our anchor didn't hold.

 

Nurse sharks off the fish-cleaning station at Highbourne. The pier is pretty high up -- maybe 12' about the water surface, and then the sharks are 4 or 5 feet below water, to give you a sense of scale. Basically, they looked big. I was tempted to snorkel in among them, as nurse sharks are supposed to be the least dangerous of sharks. But Lilly pointed out that they're at this place looking for a meal, and perhaps it wouldn't be wise. Discretion is the better part of valor. . . .