Although the Land and Sea Park has plenty of hiking on some of the larger islands, Cambridge Cay, aka Little Bell Island, appeared to have only a short trail across to get a closer view of a promontory called Bell Rock. The pushy gal in the floppy hat made sure we took said path across the island to get a gander at said rock.
She did not, however, select a very good time. Note the storm clouds…bet you can guess how this walk was going to get cut short. That’s right, with a kind of rare event in the Bahamas this time of year. A much-needed rain shower!
Our house got a bit of a rinse sans hoses and hard work by the owners! Yeah! Next day was back to sunny, so we repeated our steps across the island for the missed-out-on beach combing. While the ladies wandered to the iron shore, they happened to hear a “whistle”! Nope, not the boys signaling but the call of an interesting bird. One we have never seen. Susie was able to zoom in enough to get a shot. With that captured, we headed back home.
After four days in this very nice setting, it was time to move on!
Enter our next lesson in this cruising life. We rotated around the mooring ball four times a day with the tide changes, and you can see from the photo above, all was holding nicely the night before. Well, when it came time to release from the darn thing, it was clear our bridle line was wrapped without hope of coming undone. Just what went on last night? Who knows, but after almost 25 minutes of trying from above (and the loss of one boat hook), Todd had to go into the water to untangle the mess. We will have a new strategy next time we take a mooring! (And thank you, Terry & Lynn for retrieving the boat hook during the “show.”)
Finally free to move, we headed to Pipe Cay, a whopping 7.6 nautical miles. We stayed at Pipe Cay on our previous trip to the Bahamas. Some of you may remember the night of misadventure on Little Pipe last February. Just because we’ve been here before though doesn’t mean we aren’t going to explore. We won’t anchor at Little Pipe, but we will explore. Ha!
So, out we went, for a walk. A fairly long walk.
LUNCH? That was an apple.
We hoofed it back to the dinghy and set out to find our favorite dinky little island that’s home to our favorite little mangrove that’s trying hard to claim a corner.
Hey, found it, we’ve totally been here before!! The photographer hatched an idea to attempt a recreation of one of her favorite shots of us in the islands (and she wasn’t even wearing the pushy gal floppy hat). Going from memory, we tried to get into the same spot. Close. No worries, we can try again next year! And the year after that. And the year after that…We’ll capture our aging in front of that little mangrove. Ha!
With the impromptu photo shoot wrapped up, we continued wandering.
We explored for a while then donned snorkel gear and spent a couple of hours scrubbing the fuzzy bottom of the SaltyMare. Yep, salt encrusted above the water, fuzzy beneath.
After that bit of fun, we took a late afternoon dinghy ride with Terry & Lynn to dry out a bit.
While looking for treasures, we were surprised to hear the bleating of a goat from across the cove.
Sure enough. A sturdy old Billy Goat. 
And speaking of old goats, … Ha!
On that note, we’ll call this post done. Next stop, Big Majors! From goats to pigs…
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