20 March 2013 | En Route to Spanish Wells
Hope Town Lighthouse
Wednesday 20 March 2013
Man-O-War Cay has two small problems. It's shallow (spent much of Saturday night atilt on our keel) and dry (no, not non-moist, sober). Same afflictions bedevil (perhaps not a good expression in this case) Spanish Wells our destination for today. Fortunately we have on-board remedy to reduce quandary by half.
Much to the amazement of each man, woman and child aboard and the total indifference of literally millions of others, we entered Hope Town without contact... further contact with earth. Inner harbour is deep(ish) with Cap'n Jack (no relation and no namesake courtesy) supplying a mooring for 2 nights at Abacos accepted going rate of $20. Merriment knew no bounds Monday as we rode folding bikes from tippy top of Elbow Cay to Sea Spray Marina in White Sound, south end, and climbed the 120 foot, kerosene powered, manned lighthouse. Maintaining a fastidiously nurtured reputation for delinquency we sneaked in after hours, enjoyed a magnificent view of The Sea of Abaco and escaped sans contretemps.
Except for underlying adhesive ghosts either side of bow that seem impervious to the most assiduous ministrations, "Shazza" has been exorcised from all external aspects. The "Anthem" graced transom yielded, in Miami, to more harsh methods, what with it being gelcoat vs. paint. Trailer trash no more.