We finally did it; we peeled ourselves away from the comfort and the glitz of Atlantis. And while there is always a period of adjustment to being ‘back in the saddle’, it’s so lovely to be here again. After a long and hot day of motoring into the wind over the Yellow Banks, we arrived in Highbourne Cay yesterday afternoon. Our original intent was Shroud Cay, further down the chain, but with winds on the nose and unimpressive boat speeds, we decided on a shorter run for sanity’s sake. Never can have too much of that sanity. (Speaking of, aren’t you glad I’m copying and pasting a lowercase ‘t’ this time?)
Highbourne is privately owned and is home to a marina, rental homes, and all of the amenities one could want, though all we really wanted was lettuce and carrots, since our rabbit crew blew through our stores on the trip over. A bonus of dinghying in for supplies was a fish-cleaning dock, ‘home’ to the area’s laziest shark population. Dozens of nurse, bull and reef sharks swarmed for dropped guts; holy cow, there are a lot of sharks in the Bahamas.
We’re now en route to Shroud Cay, one of our favorites, where we’ll dinghy and/or paddle/kayak through the mangroves and their resident green turtles and lemon sharks to get to the beautiful ocean beach. Bonus is that a perfect sailing day is taking us there. Nothing better than not hearing the engine for hours on end, and not beating to weather!
