Andre, the park warden, was right. It was quiet around Normans Cay on Sunday. Since we’d had so much fun in the water at Highbourne, we wanted to see what we could find around Normans, as well.



We tried snorkeling near the wrecked drug plane, but the current was just too strong. So, everyone jumped back in the dinghy, and we went to find Normans Pond, basically on the inside of the island, almost surrounded by land. It would be impossible to get the SaltyMare through the rough, shallow entrance but the “pond” is huge, calm, and stunningly beautiful!





That was pretty. What’s next?

We had intended to save exploration of the Exuma Cays Land and Sea Park (ECLSP) for a different year, however, since we were so close, we decided, what the heck, let’s join Dave and Peggy for a few days in the park.
One might ask, how did Shroud Cay get its name? Apparently, it’s a mystery; we can’t find any history on it, only that its uninhabited and it’s the top of the Park. See the little “rivers” running through it, can’t wait to explore those on the dinghy!






When we arrived at Shroud Cay, the wind was whipping (from the right on the map) and the water churning (Huh? from the right and top?). Picking up the mooring ball was an ordeal (mostly because it’s actually only the third time we did it), but we got it done and no one was hurt; too badly…
Thirty minutes after shutting down the engines, we had second thoughts about the anchorage, though. The boat was secure on the mooring but being bashed from side to side by a serious swell from the devil. Simiplicity looked bad, but the Mare was bucking at the bit big time! Eight seconds? No way! Each boat handles conditions differently. SaltyMare didn’t like these at all! And her crew, even less! As planned, it was still early enough in the afternoon that we had time to change plans!
Plan B (for the nautical types – Bravo)
We’ve learned good cruisers have contingency plans. Ours was to move to Warderick Wells Cay.

Just a 17 nm jaunt further south to another island, with a name that who knows from whence it came! Joe Warderick? Good luck, finding the source.
It should have some protection from the fierce northern swell. Why not closer? Well, there just wasn’t a spot that had the swell protection we needed. Arriving at the mooring field, we almost got a primo spot that was really tight to the island. Alas, when we got to it, the mooring ball had no pendant (that is the part to which we attach!). So, we circled around and used a “big boat” ball further out. Glory days! She was lined up with the wind and waves. SaltyMare likes that!
A wonderful night sleep ensued.






















































