|Face Rock Lagoon|
Bruce and I are the only people around for miles and we have this beautiful place all to ourselves. We chose this unnamed spot on the south side of Chub Cay for protection from forecast north winds. There is a slight swell wrapping around the west end of the island but it is gentle and causes no displeasure. We've landed here with the intention of spending three nights before continuing on across the Northwest Channel to New Providence. Now that we're here... all we have to do is explore and let the adventure begin!
The thing about unnamed anchorages... is that they need a name. Otherwise how will we know which spot we're talking about when we remember it in the future? The thing about naming things... is that it's best to let them name themselves. And that is just what happened.
|Airing our dirty dishes|
|Pounding on the rocks|
|Landing anchor down, now stretch primary to shore|
|Peaceful and safely anchored|
We didn't get five steps in until Bruce says "Hey LOOK! It's a FACE!"
Some prehistoric Caveman Picasso has left us a carved totem to mark and name our discovery of Face Rock Lagoon. Our anchorage now has it's name and it's our own secret beach.
|Climbing the mountain of pine needles|
|I want it! If you love me you'll get it for me...|
|Curlytails jumping around everywhere|
|Tiny snails on all the rocks|
|Tide Pools to explore|
|We found a Hobo camp with a hammock|
|And a fire pit|
|I've forgotten my vow to collect no shells|
|Looking around the point into the cove|
|Yes I made it, no there isn't a picture of it...|
I had to stop and appreciate the fact that I was standing hip deep in the water here in the protection of our island while back in the US a blizzard was spreading icy fingers across the country. It's difficult to even comprehend as we enjoy this balmy day.
|Dos Libras flying on emerald air!|
|Using the LookeyBucket|
|Feet Joie de' Vivre!|
|Zoom Zoon past the rocky shoreline of Texaco Point|
Then back to the boat where, because I had given both of my hands a nasty case of rope burn earlier when we were winching the dinghy from the deck to the water... poor Bruce was relegated to dish washer.
We pulled in the dish bag and washed our dishes in a bucket of salt water, then a salt rinse followed by freshwater rinse and towel dry. It was very inefficient and slow. I guess we're still working our system out...
|We had a distant visitor for the night|
But once all the chores were done and dinner was made, we settled for the sunset and even though there was no green flash... it was a good one.
|Yes my shirt is wrapped around my hat... what of it?|
We wandered and explored...
|First he tries dashing it upon the sidewalk...|
|After several attempts... the coconut rolls away...|
|Look, there are plenty of ripe coconuts there in the tree...|
|We'll just lob these old ones up there and knock them down!|
|Safe and sound coconuts remain unafraid...|
|A few more tries fro a better vantage point...|
|Finally one well aimed toss brings down his prey...|
|The coconut splits open upon impact.|
|Bruce drinks the coconut water from the cracks in the shell|
|He gets points for providing sustenance for his Woman...|
|And then we find this trusty cave man tool to pry open the shell...|
|Sea grass piled around a blow hole|
|Seems benign now...|
|Down the blowhole!|
|Looking back to the beach|
There must have been hundreds of turtles back up in the shallows... we were wildly excited to see them as we've remarked about how little sign of life we've seen here.
|Another boat finds our secret lagoon|
|I think he secretly just wanted to swim...|
|No green flash|