The Baymahni charter SV pulled into our anchorage. Whoever chartered it went snorkeling at one of the shipwrecks in the cove. We figured if they came in, the winds must've died down a bit to make it a tolerable trip just a little bit south.
Picked up our anchor and headed south to the Tropic of Cancer Beach for the evening. Looks like it will be a great place to stage before crossing over to Long Island in the morning.
Giant cave on the island we anchored behind. It is called Turtle Island, I assume it got that name because it kinda looks like a turtle from the side (head to the left, tail to the right, shell in between). We came at low(er) tide and there was a little ridge of rocks to the west of us, so Ben put out the sea anchor, which is the orange bag-looking thing with a white buoy that he explains best in an Instagram story I've posted.
Took the Chicken out to look around after dinner. Looked like the cave went all the way through to the other side and when we went around to check it out, the waves were too big for the tender, so we turned back.
Got up on plane on our way to the Tropic of Cancer Beach- no one was there. Walked up to the hut that has a worn out paint marking of the actual line and took some photos. Actual line is 23° 26' 22''N (or 23.4394°) and runs West to east, which is most of this coast, as it sits on a WSW slant. Decided to come back to the beach to play tomorrow morning.
Got back into the Chicken and returned to the Cartermaran for the sunset.
Slept in a bit this morning. Got sunscreened. Ben took us back to the Tropic of Cancer Beach so we could beach all morning while he replaced the blower in one of the engine rooms.
Last summer during our Ryan Trahan YouTube series, we found out his wife, Haley Pham, was writing a book. It was released in March of this year and I bought it. Bear really wanted to read it, but I wanted to preview it first to make sure it was appropriate for her. So, the kids encouraged me to bring the book (that I started reading the other night) with me to the beach. Earlier this week, Bear finished reading the last physical book she brought with her, so she is hounding me to read, finish, and give her Just Friends.
Moose and Roo dug and built in the sand, while Bear floated in the water, and I read. Moose built a multi-level/room fort. Roo built a hockey rink with players, nets, and of course, a moat.
Roo likes placing our stickers, so she and I ventured back to the hut from yesterday to find a good place to stick it here, on the Tropic of Cancer. I wanted to find a place that wouldn't be worn by wind and had better chances of sticking. The main post looked like it had been painted a few times, so I also avoided that. Found a flat part of the roof, just above the words Tropic of Cancer, and told Roo to put it there. She climbed onto my shoulders and had to reach way up to do it, but she was successful! While she was up there, she asked, "Here?" and I laughed and told her she was covering my eyes and just to do her best. I tried to get oir "in process" of stickering picture, which somewhat worked out.
Ben came back to get us around 1 and we prepped to pull the anchor and get underway. We didn't want to leave right away this morning because the waves looked better starting at 2 pm. So, we are en route to the Ragged Islands- a very remote island group with a population of 40 people. (This is a change of plans from yesterday. We decided that with the way the wind was trending, it would be easier to get to more islands by going counterclockwise than clockwise.) Ben was messing with the charts and computer stuff and magically got the autopilot to work! Hooray! No Raymarine intervention necessary.
Cruised around the southern tip of the Exumas and even further south to the Ragged Islands. Anchored after dark, but we all got to watch the sun as it set over the ocean while we were underway.
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