Warderick Wells, Exuma Cay Land and Sea Park, Bahamas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We slept in a little bit this morning. After a breakfast of pancakes and bacon, we pulled up anchor at 9:09am. The port engine died again. We had good wind, though mostly on our nose, so we headed off our course a bit so we could sail. We had a nice sail with Alegria moving along over 7 knots. It was so nice to be under sail instead of hearing the engine. Because we had to go with the wind, we put 49 miles under the keel before pulling into Warderick Wells, inside Exuma Cays Land and Sea Park. It was closed when we got here but we did a little exploring that night before it got too dark.

Ships Channel Cay Exumas Bahamas

Good bye Eleuthera, hello Exumas! It was a long day today. We left Spanish Wells about 7:30 this morning headed toward the Exumas. Heading south from Spanish Wells is interesting as you head through a canal that is part of the town. We motored right next to the big fishing boats in what seemed like very shallow water. Once past the fishing boats you make a sharp turn into shallower water, down a narrow canal lined with mangroves, follow some telephone poles and finally, you’re out. I was really glad we didn’t meet another boat.

Once outside, we headed across Eleuthera Sound. It was choppy, and the wind was forecast at 16 knots. We needed to get to the other side of Eleuthera to head to the Exumas so we headed for Current Island Cut. This cut is about 100 feet wide and about 50 feet deep. The tricky part is that there is a strong current coming through the cut (sometimes up to 5 knots) and you need to take precautions to make sure a rage is not forming. (A rage forms when a strong current flowing one way meets a tide flowing the opposite way). We went during a flooding tide and though the current was about 3 knots we were fine.

The next hurdle, once you are through the cut, is making a tight turn south to avoid having the current push you onto the rocks on your right or a shallow bank on your left. Again, Dan steered us safely through. With that excitement behind us, we settled in for a long trip. Tessa and I played cards while Tristan helped navigate. It was a little rough, like being in a washing machine, but nothing that bothered the kids. Of course it was all motoring. With the wind on our nose and the shallow water, that was all we could do.

A few hours into the trip, I had to go up front to help visually navigate as we were entering areas with a lot of coral. I sat up in the front seat, on the end of the pontoon, and did nothing but stare at the water, for a long, long, time. If I saw a coral head, I had a walkie talkie with me and communicated to Dan, back at the helm, which way to steer around it. Simple, right? That was what was supposed to happen; this is what did happen.

I had a walkie talkie and would talk into it, telling Dan which way to turn. Dan would come back with “What?”

I would then yell into the mike (having the mike too close to my face) “Turn, turn!”

He would yell back “I can’t understand you!!”

Imagine if you will, about 3 hours of this and you will get a sense of our afternoon. Eventually he abandoned his walkie talkie and we used Tristan as our go between.

After we made it through the worse of the coral heads, the port engine died. It just stopped working. (For those of you keeping track the refrigerator was working and then it stopped yesterday too!). Dan was able to get it restarted but it sounded funny, so we just went on one engine. We originally thought we would get to Warderick Wells to anchor that night, but it was now 3:00pm, the sky was getting overcast so it was hard to see the coral heads and with one engine, we decided to anchor at Ships Channel Cay. Not bad though. We covered 55 miles today.

Ships Channel Cay is a private island. As we approached, a powerboat from Nassau was leaving. It brings tourists over for day excursions. The only other boat in sight was a forlorn looking houseboat, for lack of a better word. It had several lobster traps piled on top, though lobster season doesn’t officially start until August 1st. Tied to the houseboat was a good size open motor boat or skiff. We saw a guy standing in the doorway of the houseboat, but we were too far away to see much else. We dropped anchor in what we hoped was good holding as on the other side of the island was open ocean. While Dan put on his snorkel gear to go dive the anchor, our attention was immediately diverted by a helicopter hovering over the island. The pilot made a few low passes over our boat. We had no idea what he was doing.

Tessa asked if she could snorkel with Dan to check on the anchor. Usually we let them go but this time I told her no. I just didn’t feel good about it. Tristan had no interest in going either which was unusual. So Dan swam off on his own. He had a ways to swim as we were anchored in about 13 feet of water and I had out over 100 feet of chain. When he came back he said the anchor was flipped, so he started the engine and backed down on the anchor some more. We hoped this would cause the anchor to flip over and dig in.
I went inside the boat to get some fish out of the freezer for dinner. The next thing I hear is some yelling from the back of the boat. I run back out into the cockpit. Just off our swim platform is the biggest barracuda I have ever seen. Just as Dan had started to go back into the water to check the anchor the barracuda swam right underneath him. He almost landed on top of it. It was just huge! It had to be 5 feet long. The barracuda waited patiently for him to get back in the water. Dan didn’t have much choice. He had to go back and check on the anchor He grabbed his spear. (Thank you Bob!!) I ran back inside to look for something to throw at the barracuda. I came back out with two kiwis.

The barracuda had drifted about 10 feet away from Dan. “I’ll try to chase him off,” I yell, throwing a kiwi. The barracuda at first looks as if he is leaving so I throw a second one at him. Note to self: Kiwi’s float. They never go below the water and never hit the barracuda. He thinks I am feeding him! He is, however, momentarily distracted by my offering until he hears Dan splash back into the water. Dan heads around the port side of the boat. The barracuda starts to follow him and as I head back inside to find something else to throw, a boat pulls up from the starboard side scaring away the barracuda. It’s the guy from the houseboat.
“There are sharks in the water,” he calls out. I think he’s joking. He looks a bit like an older Crocodile Hunter. Except he is not wearing pants, as Tristan points out. (He is wearing a shirt over Speedos).

“Yeah,” I laugh. “We just saw a really big barracuda.”

“Do your kids want a baby seagull? They make a great pet,” he smiles.

WHAT?

“I have a few baby pigeons in my boat.” Sure enough, on the floor of his boat are three baby seagulls. He has been out fishing all day and found the baby seagulls on the island. They tried to follow him but couldn’t fly.

Tessa immediately “Can we have one?”

“No. We don’t need any seagulls, thanks.” I ask him about the helicopters.

“They are DEA looking for drugs. They were here all day yesterday too.”

Great! I am now in an episode of COPS BAHAMAS. I make a mental note to leave our sliding glass door open tonight, so they won’t have to break it down when they mistakenly raid us.

“Seriously,” he says. “Tell him not to go back in the water… There are sharks.”

I nod thinking of the quaint sharks in the Abacos. We’ve seen a lot of sharks. Nothing really to fear. No reason to panic.

“A hammerhead swam by us earlier,” he says. “He was bigger than my boat.” Did I mention his skiff is about 15 feet long? This is a perfectly good reason to panic!
My eyes widen as I realize Dan is still in the water. “He’s checking the anchor. He took his spear gun,” I offer meekly.

He shakes his head. “If that shark wants him, he’ll get him. I’ll go pick him up.”

He heads out to where Dan is, about 100 feet from the boat. I start to look for more fruit to throw. Wait! He said that shark was over 15 feet long. I am going to need bigger fruit!!!!

He slides the boat up next to Dan and says something to him. We can’t hear them, but we can tell by how quickly Dan jumps in the guy’s boat what was said.

Our hero delivers Dan back to the safety of our boat and after asking one more time about the pigeons, he takes off. They are fishing that night for jacks. Much later that evening we can see their fishing lights in the far distance. Other than that we are very alone in this anchorage. After dinner of Tilapia, the kids and I play the game Sorry and Dan works on the port engine, changing the fuel filter. When he is done he starts it up. It runs better but you can tell the problem is not totally solved and we have no idea how it will perform under a load. We decide to get to bed early as we have another long day tomorrow. I and the kids love being on anchor in a place all by ourselves. Dan is not a big fan of that. That night he is up at least 3 times checking on the anchor. I get up once to do a check but after that, I sleep like a baby under a blanket of stars.

Harbour Island Eleuthera Bahamas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We missed the ferry on Sunday for Harbour Island, plus it rained most of the day, so we decided to go today. The ferry was nice. It was a high speed, high tech catamaran and for $20 each round trip we got there in about twenty minutes. Harbour Island is totally different than Spanish Wells. This was the laid back Bahamian islands we love so well. The town was much poorer than Spanish Wells, but had some beautiful and expensive resorts and marinas.
It was a short walk from the harbor to the beach. Dan, having missed breakfast, was starving as soon as we got there, but it was too early for lunch and I was not interested in breakfast. We decided to walk along the beach and let the kids play for awhile. One of Harbour Island’s big claims to fame is its beautiful pink sand beaches. The beaches were beautiful, with soft sand, but the pink was a bit of a stretch. There were some very fine red coral pieces in the sand that if you looked close enough may have given the illusion of pink, but it was pretty. The beaches were quiet when we first got there so we sat on some beach chairs outside a private residence while Tristan and Tessa played in the sand. As were sitting there I happen to look to my right and saw some horses coming down the sand dune onto the beach in front of me. This was a surprise. The horses weren’t being ridden and it wasn’t until about the 4th horse came by that I saw a guy in back with his dog herding the horses. I am sure he was taking them someplace where you could rent them for horseback riding. It was great advertising to see them on the beach. It made me wish we could get a quick ride.
I had held off Dan from eating as long as I could. Now he was starving. We decided to eat at Ma Ruby’s for her famous Jimmy Buffett Cheeseburger in Paradise. It was a hamburger patty with a mixture of some type of bread crumbs and maybe an egg? It was more meatloaf like than burger. It was served on thick toast and I thought it was really good, but Dan and Tristan thought it was just ok. Ruby’s did make a delicious rum punch and I served myself free refills. We all agreed with BonApetit magazine that the Key Lime pie was the best.
Ma Ruby holds court in a chair by the door and wishes you a “Welcome Home!” as you enter her restaurant. On the walls around the bar are her accolades for her community service. She was even awarded some kind of distinguished service award from England and was flown to Buckingham Palace. There is a nice plaque with a picture of her receiving the award from Prince Charles. She has even been recognized by Spain and was flown to Madrid to receive a Good Samaritan award, though she tells you she has no idea how she got that. Mostly what she does is work hard, make excellent food and help others whenever she can. I think we all agree that’s more than enough.
As we left the restaurant to head back to the ferry, we passed by some girls climbing a huge tree and swinging down from the vines. It looked like fun so I encouraged Tessa and Tristan to join in. That’s the great thing about kids. If they see someone having fun, they will just go join in and the other kids will let them. On the way back to the ferry we enjoyed looking at the historic churches and houses on the island. We really liked Harbour Island. The beaches are beautiful, the people friendly and the feeling is like an island paradise. I could have stayed there longer, but we knew we had to keep moving.
It is said that in 1648, English Puritans looking for freedom to work and worship their God as they saw fit, came ashore after crashing their ship on Devil’s Backbone. They lived in caves for 2 years before 57 went to Spanish Wells and 100 went to Harbour Island. I would have chosen Harbour Island.