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| Cotton on Russel Island |
We spent several days lobstering (and did not get another one), doing school, and shelling in the area. Spanish Wells is a place that you can easily fall into a routine and not realize how long you have been there. Falco arrived and we spent time catching up with them. One day we spent a day walking to Preachers Cave on Eleuthera, it was about three miles. Church services were held there by a group of shipwrecked mariners who were marooned there.
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| The long walk |
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| The crews of Diamond, Falco and Sheet Music |
We waited for weather and Bandit advised us that he could take us through the reef one morning when we were ready to go, but the tides were hitting 18 year lows, and by the time we were ready to go we could not get out in the morning.
We left for egg island where we anchored in preparation for the 55 mile trip to the Abacos. It was a rocky and rolley night on the hook, which did not make for a good nights sleep. We left at 6 am in dead calm, and about 4 foot swell once we passed the reef.
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| Sunset off Egg Island |
Several whale sightings occured in our area during the crossing, so we were keeping our eyes peeled, but did not see one. About mid way across we got a hit on our fishing line, a rather large Dolphin fish, we got it to the boat, but could not land it. It was an emotional low for all of us. There will be more fish.
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| The fish that got away |
We anchored in Spencer’s Bight, and got some sleep, then on to Marsh harbor where we plan to spend a few nights with the luxury of electrical power on demand, unlimited water, and showers.
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| A private home in the Abacos |
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| Bandit, (Joc Morgan) |
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