Location: Treasure Cay
This morning Dad and I took off for Treasure Cay. We were unable to hail Jack and Stephanie on the radio all day. Dad was stressing out. He was definitely worried about them. I told him that they probably just decided to stay a day longer in Guana Cay, forgot to turn their radio on because they were having such a good time, or were out of range.
The harbor into Treasure Cay was very easy to enter. They had channel markers, a sure sign that there is money here. Treasure Cay is actually not an island onto itself as the name implies, it is on Great Abaco Island. It seems that the name "treasure cay" is the local resorts clever attempt to try to make this hamlet of Great Abaco appear to be more exclusive and remote than it actually is. The mooring field was really very nice, but not exclusive. The moorings were first come first serve, no reservations. Dad and I got out the windsurfer first thing. Usually we attract a lot of attention and advice zooming about the harbors that we visit, but not today. Either we have gotten too good for advice, unlikely, or the boaters here really do wish ?to be on a deserted island. It wasn't long after we put the board away that Jack and Stephanie sailed into the harbor and up to dock at the marina. They told us that they could hear us calling on the radio all day and that they called back, but we never heard a response. This is not good. Usually we use the radio to communicate with other boats or bridges in an perfunctory, preventative sort of way to avoid getting in the way of others on the water but if something happened, if there was an emergency we need to be prepared. The situation would be akin to having a medical emergency at home without a phone or neighbors nearby and being forced to walk to the hospital with little hope of anyone picking you up along the way. Needless to say Dad is not happy about it and has been twiddling with the radios non-stop.
Around sunset Dad and I took the dingy in to have dinner with Jack and Stephanie and checks out their living arrangements for the week. The Moorings 37 they have rented has a huge cockpit, with seating for at least eight. The berths below could probably sleep eight too if you were all really, really good friends. Luckily I already have a few candidates in mind and I've been dreaming about sailing with a younger crowd ever since. However Dad, Jack, and Stephanie were definitely the nests best tng.
Dad and I brought the main course over, a red snapper that I had caught on the way into the harbor. I'm not going to lie I was pretty excited. I didn't clean the fish, but I helped and learned how to do it I think. Dad did all the dirty work, it wasn't complicated but it was hard. The fish was very slippery. I held it down while Dad gutted him and cut off two filets. Jack did the cooking and the fish melted in your mouth like butter, it was really great. The marina here has an outdoor bar. We checked it out but there wasn't a soul there. I am having a good time but it would be nice to make some friends and hang out with people my own age again, I won't find those friends at this bar. Stephanie and Jack said it really livened up after dark, bringing in karaoke singers and pizza eaters all above the early retirement age. On Thursday we all went into "town" in the morning and then to the beach. The town wasn't anything like the cute tiny town in Green Turtle. In Treasure Key the stores were all in a single strip mall style space. The variety of stores included a bank, grocer, mini mart, bakery, and a golf cart rental shop. Instead of the cute small houses of native Bahamians, condos, resorts, and upscale rental houses engulfed the town of Treasure Cay. But oh was the beach nice. The sand was milky white and as smooth as butter. Barely any shells or rocks made it to this beach without being pulverized to dust on the reef offshore. There was a little beach bar on the sand where we got piña colada's and banana daiquiri's. I forced Dad into a game of beach volleyball which I won but we spent most of the day relaxing under our beach umbrella. Tomorrow we plan to leave for Man-O-War island. So far Green Turtle has definitely been my favorite but I'm keeping an open mind.
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