In continuing on our southbound movement toward the Exumas, we’ve pit-stopped in Hope Town to wait out another blow early next week. The constant dance of following frontal passages and their fair and advantageous winds for travel, and then finding a safe harbor to tuck in for the next one is the ultimate schedule that guides us. Lucking out in great places to hang is the alluring side effect that keeps us loving this pattern. Weather window to weather window, that’s our game.
After doing a massive grocery shop via car from Treasure Cay before we left, we realized that we had missed a few things, and had square inches of storage space left (Must. Fill!). That meant leaving Treasure Cay, and then stopping in Marsh to drop anchor for an hour while we walked back to Maxwell’s and ‘topped up’. Weighed anchor and ran here to Hope Town before nightfall, a much-preferred harbor to Marsh.
Hope Town has come a long way in ten months. They finally have power on the island, so it’s quieter here in the harbor without all of the generators running 24/7. Fewer blue tarps as roofs as well, and things are markedly cleaner and tidier on the ground in addition to the serious amounts of construction underway and also completed. Like Green Turtle but perhaps more so, the speed of advancement here is largely due to seasonal homeowners and their donations. The workers are here, the materials are here; they’ll have their winter escapes as soon as possible, and they’ll throw in a new school while making that happen. Win win!
Loving a good outing with a purpose, we rented bikes in town and headed south to Tahiti Beach, one of our favorites here. Pre-Dorian the sand extended out toward Lubber’s Quarter in one giant swooping arc, and the kids loved following it out as the tide fell, making way for a massive sand bar for creating worlds on. Dorian shifted the sands in such a way that the ‘swoop’ is gone, but the outer bar still exists, so we waded out and they showcased their ‘hot tub’, their tree (an old palm trunk they dug out of the bar), and apparently their dinner (a live conch). Different shape, same plan- it’s nice to know some things can remain the same.
An afternoon at Hope Town Inn & Marina’s pool (freshwater means free ‘bath’!), dinner on board with some Chutes and Ladders (apparently I really like slides- I’m not sure I made it above the second row the entire game), and our Saturdaying was Saturdayed. Now on to Sundaying.. who has the bloody Marys?
