Royal Island Harbor
11 January 2013 | Royal Island, Eleuthera Islands, Bahamas
We were in Nassau for fewer than 48 hours. This was just enough time to re-provision, do laundry, and watch The Hobbit on the big screen and then escape to some beautiful and secluded harbor. We managed to get dock space in one of the coveted (and least expensive) Nassau marinas. We have been wanting to charge our battery bank fully (which I have been told by handy hubby extends the life of our golf cart batteries). We took advantage of being at a dock and cleaned Por Dos inside and out - she was sparkling for the first time in months.
Batteries charged, boat and crew cleaned and ready, we left early Tuesday, January 8 for Royal Island near Eleuthera Island. We had Easterly winds at 15 to 20 knots. We put a reef on the main and had the full jib. Alec and Roan had intended to fish but with speeds around 8 to 9 knots, it proved unsuccessful even with Roan's new, specially for fast speeds, lure. We covered the 40 miles in about 5 hours. Of course, true to form, we had a scare as we put the reefed main down at the harbor entrance and the topping lift (a bit loose because of the reef) managed to get tangled on our radar tower. It took some stressful playing around with the traveller and the main sheet but finally we got it under control. By 2 pm we were happily anchored in 8 feet of water in Royal Island Harbour.
This is my type of place: an all-around well-protected harbor with great anchor holding in shallow waters, not a soul to be found (or just a couple of souls :-), some ruins from a 1950's elegant private villa to explore and some unpaved trails to roam the length of the island. It is missing beach and snorkeling sites but the peace and quiet sort of pays for the lack of them (at least for few days). Alec and Roan found some wood sticks that were quickly converted to weapons, and on our return to Por Dos, they proceeded to attack each other all around the deck in their best "knight" fashion - so far, no major cuts, lacerations or bruises .... fingers crossed. After three nights here, we decided to move East 6 miles to Spanish Wells and civilization (aka, wifi) again.