It was a yo-yo night. Go to bed and open overhead hatch to get nice tropical breeze, go to sleep, awaken to rain drops, close hatch, go to sleep, awaken hot and stuffy (though not bad as Deb runs her fan always), open hatch to get nice tropical breeze, go to sleep, awaken to rain drops, repeat, repeat, repeat. Morning wasn't much different. Passing showers, some with quite a bit of rain, and a totally overcast sky. This is November weather, not March. The morning net confirms my opinion, we are not supposed to have this weather in March, what's up? Well, the day certainly looked like it was going to stay gray for a bit, so I decided it was a good day to make bread. We are almost out of the Bimbo bread we bought in Bocas and I like homemade better anyway. But all we have is white flour. Hey, we do have oatmeal, but no bread recipes. Let's see. Make oatmeal according to recipe on package. Add some proofed yeast and a bag (14 oz.) of flour, some salt and mix. Let sit for 5 minutes. Add another bag of flour and knead into a good dough. Let rise twice then make into loaves in the only two pans we have. Rise again and bake. Turned out quite good if I do say so myself. By now it was lunch time and the sky looked a bit more promising. Yum, I have left over lobster to make a lobster roll with! Still pretty strong of garlic, but after the first bite or two a very good lobster roll (on a grilled bun of course). After lunch, Deb wanted to take the dinghy to the end of the island and see if we could get inside the reef on the windward side – usually pretty difficult. I figured out that I could lower dink by using my good hand to lower it one stretch at a time and using my left to operate the clutch. Worked fine. We took dink to end of island seeing some gorgeous reef in the process. We made it inside the reef near the end, but still to leeward. Approaching shore it got too skinny and we had to get out and walk it to the beach. There is also a sand bar to a tiny island on the tip that is not even knee deep. (I proved it by walking over and back.) So we walked the beach anyway. This end of the island is so different from the other. The E end (where the Kuna family lives) is totally clear of under brush and even all the flotsam and jetsam is picked up and burned. This end is totally overgrown with thick underbrush and very littered shoreline. The dividing line between the two sections is razor sharp and even marked with stakes. It must be that the family who lives here only cares for half the island and whomever is responsible for the other half doesn't do a very good job. By the time we got back to the boat, it was a bit brighter and we decided to hookah. But hookah did the start and die routine. I give up. He just needs some TLC from a real small engine mechanic and I know he'll be fine, but I am out of ideas. Well, maybe just try a little tweak. Crank the throttle up just a bit. Ran like a charm. Quick, get into dive gear, launch hookah and go before he changes his mind. Had a great dive, no problems. We circled the reef to the E of where we are anchored which drops to 20-30' and has lots of canyons in the coral. Very healthy coral with lots of fish. We did see one lion fish. They seem to be multiplying terribly. Coming back in the far cut, there was quite an opposing current. Not what we needed that far into the dive. I took Deb's hand with my good arm and kicked harder and we made it in just fine. As soon as we turned the corner to the inside of the reef, the current was gone. Easy swim back to the boat over the conch grass. (Yes, Deb did find a couple conch that I could not convince her should remain in the water, so they are now in our fridge.) Deb is making spaghetti for supper (her favorite and I like it too) and it looks like we may even be able to lay out in the net and look at some stars. Turned out to be a pretty good day after all.