Good Morning, Green Turtle!

Whelp, I’ve officially inserted myself in the visions that have been sustaining me for months. Hot coffee, comfortable seat on the dune patio, waves lapping, sun rising. If only the no-see-ums weren’t threatening my sanity along with the epidermis of my ankles, I’d gold star this moment.

Sunrise over Gillam Bay.

Yesterday was a very relaxed day of entry, as they all should be. A leisurely morning in the airport hotel, a clear and picturesque flight over, and lucky timing for air arrival, ferry schedules and meet-ups.

It’s hard to see, but the little grey blobs in the water are the eastern seaboard’s cruise ship fleet, anchored off the Berries. COVID-19 has brought the industry to a stand still, and this is their literal safe space.

We had our favorite ‘taxi’ driver drop us for errands on the way to the ferry dock, where we learned that due to COVID they aren’t allowing children under the age of 16 in the grocery store. Aside from that being a brilliant plan for any parent (I tried to feel pity as my new Marsh Harbour orphans glumly slumped away from the entrance to wait outside, but it was hard to muster, and I most definitely skipped my way in), Maxwell’s lost about 30% of our ticket by not allowing unnecessary snack and menu idea cart add-ins.

“Excuse me, butcher, I’d like 2 1/2′ of ground chuck, please.”

It was so nice to see so many familiar faces on the ferry, and it struck me that we’ve left one small town on a small island to come to another, though this one even smaller. Any thoughts on how small the next one will be, Gilligan?

The house is as perfect as we remember, and we spun around it in glee before zipping to the boat yard to see Chickadee in her AYS (Abaco Yacht Service) home. It was the end of the work day, but we were able to see Eddie, smiling as always, who greeted us, and we uncovered the boat enough to peek down below, see that things looked great, and to set a bug bomb off before we start work tomorrow (no sign of anything, but from horror stories we’ve heard, it’s better to be safe than to find stowaways down the ‘road’).

In all her glory.

Cracked conch for dinner and falling asleep to the sound of the waves crashing. (And then waking in the wee hours to a sound that made me smile- Wild Bobby or his 2021 stand-in, crowing his little head off, and needing a proper clock.)

Time to unpack our bags and map our day of Chickadee prep!