30 April 2011 | Tilloo Pond, Abacos, Bahamas
We decided that we needed to move because it was too hard for Fuzzy to walk where we took him ashore where we were. There was a dock, and it’s no problem to take him on a dock now that I’ve learned that I can carry him up and down dock ladders in the front pack I have for him. The problem came once we were ashore. That area was entirely ironshore. I had to walk up in the trees until there was enough leaf litter to form a bit of solid surface for Fuzzy to walk. Even there he could only go about 15 feet in any direction before the brush got too thick or the ground too rough.
Bud and I poured over the charts. We had mentioned moving to Man O’ War Cay to Ed and Karin, but they couldn’t remember a beach there and said the anchoring outside the harbor wasn’t great. Inside the harbor there’s no room to anchor, you have to take a mooring ball. We intend to do that eventually, but didn’t want to do it yet. There were a couple of spots on the chart that might have been beaches further south along Tilloo Cay, so we decided to take the dinghy down and see what they looked like. It was calm so a dinghy ride seemed like a good thing.
I put Fuzzy in the front pack, because if we’re going any distance in the dinghy that’s easier than holding him on my lap. He tends to bounce around as the dinghy hops on the waves. We went up a bit over a mile. The two spots that looked like beaches on the chart weren’t, but after we passed an opening that went back into a small bay called Tilloo Pond we came to a little beach. We decided that would do. It looked like the anchoring was OK there. As we came back we could see behind some rocks along the north entrance of Tilloo Pond and there were some more docks and beside them a nice little beach. We dinghied in to check it out. It was a pretty nice little beach. We got out and let Fuzzy check it out and he seemed to approve. The anchoring just outside Tilloo Pond was as good as where we were and probably a little better than at the little beach further down. This seemed to be the spot. The only problem was we’d be too far from the Internet antenna to get Internet on the boat.
We went back past the boat and checked out the anchorage on the other side of the little peninsula just north of us. There was a decent place to anchor, but it was very open to the northeast and the wind was supposed to swing to the northeast and build. That would have been close to the Internet antenna, too. Oh well, better shelter from the wind than Internet, if you have to make the choice.
We called Ed and Karin on the radio to let them know what we were going to do and find out if they had plans. They were going to dinghy down near where we were moving to walk the sand flats at low tide. We told them to stop by and we’d go, too. So we readied the boat and raised the anchor and motored 1.01 nm to our new spot. We dropped the anchor precisely in what looked like a sandy spot and Bud backed down on it to set it. When we checked it with the viewing bucket there was more grass than it looked like from the surface, but the Rocna was still nicely dug in.
Not long after we got things set Ed and Karin came by. We decided to change into swimsuits and leave Fuzzy behind, since we’d be wading. They went ahead and in a couple of minutes we joined them. Not too much further from where we were there was a big beach. That’s where they were. We’re just as glad we didn’t anchor there because there were boats and people all around; it’s nicer where we are. It was a nice beach for walking and we did end up wading, so it’s good Fuzzy didn’t come. We walked up as far as this long house with docks and a boat. We saw a young man out walking his dogs. I asked if it was a resort. He laughed and said it was his uncle’s place. There were signs to keep people from walking on the lawn over to the Atlantic side. He said his uncle was very private and didn’t like people walking over there. We turned back then. Karin and I found quite a few shells to add to her craft collection. I’ll put photos of the non-resort and Ed and Karin in their dinghy at the beach in the gallery.
This evening we took Fuzzy back to the little beach at Tilloo Pond. It was high tide and there wasn’t much of a beach left. Good thing Fuzzy’s a little dog. The picture is of the beach at about 6:30 PM.
By the way, Bud fixed half of the snapper that he caught at Rock Sound for supper tonight. The two of us couldn’t finish it. It was very good, but I still think the little snapper I had on Easter was better. And the wind is picking up from the northeast as forecast. It’s good to be safe and snug where we are. You can see the spray from the waves on the Atlantic side over the top of the narrow island here, but all is pretty calm on our side.