We know we share a lot of sunset and sunrise pictures. It’s difficult to truly capture the majesty of the amazing blue ball on which we live. Todd even claims he can see the colors, or at least, his version.
Sunset viewed from Little Bay – March 26, 2022
The “little” Star Ship (two words) finally floated free from being grounded in too shallow water and moved out past the larger Starship (one word) that took its place, but not quite as close to the beach…
We planned to move a bit south down the island to explore, but it was such a beautiful day, and when the SaltyMare gets a-going, well, she just likes moving along. While underway, we thought, “what the heck, let’s go outside and cruise down to Elizabeth Harbour near George Town.” Wait, what? We’ve been avoiding that. But everyone says, “you gotta go sooner or later.” Not to mention, we’ll go right past “that spot” where “everybody” catches fish, “I mean everyone!” So after some tight squiggles to get through the Galliot Cut past High Cay, we entered the Sound for the run down the Exuma islands chain to Great Exuma.
Fish On! Take Four…Five?
What’s with “that spot?” Well, several cruisers we’ve met, when asked about catching Mahi, pointed to a spot on the chart off Solider Cay. Don’t worry Todd, EVERYBODY catches one there, it’s a sure thing. So….. sure enough, about 1½ miles north of that spot, zing!
Fish on! 
It’s not very big, but it sure is pretty. I’ll hang onto it while you look it up (insert Jeopardy theme, here…)
Albeit beautiful, that’s a False Albacore or Little Tunny (we had to look it up on the fly; the telltale spots below the pectoral fin are the giveaway). Good fight for a little guy, but lousy eating. So, not sure how to score this one. Todd says he’s still an O-fer. Guess so, since the fish was released to swim on.
As we came off the Sound past the Flat Cays and got behind the chain of barrier islands that make up the huge (7 miles long by 1+ mile wide), famed Elizabeth Harbour, we shared but one thought: Honey, there are A LOT of boats. In fact…
Even a quality camera seldom catches what our eyes see, and this is a prime example. We moseyed past hundreds of boats of all shapes and sizes and found a place way down on the southern end of the “pack” to settle in for the evening.
In areas with heavy concentrations of cruisers, there’s typically an organized program called a “Cruisers’ Net” held each morning on the VHF. All kinds of topics are covered, from where to get supplies, or get rid of trash and used oil, to Yoga on “this” Beach or Volleyball on “that” beach. Any question you have, someone will have an answer to and try to help. Arriving boats announce themselves and departing boats bid adieu. We had a friend compare it to being on a cruise ship. Another called it “Adult Day Care.” No doubt, there are a lot of cruisers that enjoy this kind of comradery. In fact more than 278 boats were counted by the morning volunteer and her 9-year-old assistant – thought to be a record for “this late in the season.” That’s A LOT of boats in one place.
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