Author: Duwan
March 19 – March 22 In the morning, flocks of Tropicbirds make passes over patches of water looking for their new day’s repast. From a distance they appear as white flakes in a shaken snow globe, gently hovering and swirling…
March 9 – March 16. We are currently anchored in Thompson Bay, Long Island near the town of Salt Pond. This bay is probably one of the prettiest bodies of waters I have seen in during our journey this season….
February 27 – March 8. Weeks before our arrival in Georgetown, I had been remarking to Greg how good I felt and how it was making such a difference this season compared to last. Days before we left Lee Stocking…
February 15. Dear Reader, I owe you an apology. Due to indecision and a tight rein on money I have managed to fail in our mission to share with you in words and photos our adventures on the water. A…
January 29 – January 31. Black Point has got it figured out. Provide free Internet, cheap drinks, and a Laundromat, throw in roadside attraction and they will come. They, of course, being boaters like us. A traditional Bahamian settlement, Black…
January 20 – 21. We have spent our last night in the Exuma Land and Sea Park, leaving Bell Island and crossing the invisible boundary to where only the luckiest conchs die of old age and fish may fall prey…
January 11. Don’t you love a surprise? Like, when you are dinking along a coastline looking at the endless limestone overhangs, stopping at one beach after another to find only sand, palm trees, and rocks, but no trails inland. Just…
January 8 – January 10. There are only a few bare inches under the keel of our boat. We float in a depthless hole of water. Although the wind has picked up, Blue Wing doesn’t swing on her chain or…
January 4 – January 7. There is a nice inviting sign with a palm tree and a sun surrounded by bright conch shells just off the airstrip at Norman’s Cay. One might think they had just landed in a lively…
January 2 – January 3. As we motored towards the anchorage, I saw black spots on the beach. “Is that them?†I wondered in anticipation. As we got closer, they came into focus, ancient stoic faces, bitter hides of scales,…
