Category: The Abacos

Saturday morning Karen and Debbie wandered around a little bit, visiting the beach again and finding some coffee and breakfast. Greg made a trip into the business district area of Treasure Cay and found a hose clamp to fix the…

It rained on us for three days straight. In the morning when it would slack off we would dinghy into Harbor View Marina under damp grey skies to do laundry. On our return trip we would carefully wrap our clean…

We have been back in Abaco for over three weeks. It has been a busy three weeks. The first two were spent preparing for our visitors – a thorough cleaning of Blue Wing, scouting out of marinas, places to snorkel,…

Conch Fritters Greg procured another conch in the waters off of Tilloo Cay. Fortunately we had a great Internet connection at the time and he was able to look up a recipe for fritters. We had everything he needed except…

I was so happy to be back in the Abacos. While we were in Eleuthera I mentioned something about Abaco to another sailor. He sniped back, “That’s not the Bahamas.” I imagine the Abaconians would take exception to his remark….

It’s 11:30AM May 10th, and I struggle with ways to describe how much I enjoy this life. (This is not a sentiment I felt six months ago on any given Thursday morning.) The island of Eleuthera is far behind us…

We finally made it to Cherokee Point on Saturday. We needed supplies so we made plans to go into town. On the chart the town looked like it was a good distance from where we were anchored. As we looked…

From Greg. On the 28th we left Manjack to go up to uninhabited Powell Cay. It was a short easy sail to the cay, which is a wide ‘V’ shape pointing northeast. There are 15 foot cliffs on the northern…

Bringing home one’s dinner, not bought in a store, but rather, provided by the bounty of Mother Nature takes skill and perseverance. Fishermen throw out lines to hook their supper or dive with spears to impale a night’s meal. It…

Usually it is reassuring when ashore to look back over the harbor or anchorage and see Blue Wing with all of the other boats tethered to their anchors, pointing into the wind, swinging ever so gently back and forth in…