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Over a cup of coffee on a peaceful Sunday morning I realized it’s been a while since our last post. There hasn’t been anything unusual to speak of, almost everything we did we’ve done before and written about it, but there are a few photos to share so I’ll just write around them

We’re now back in the USA… nothing’s changed here and we won’t go into that, but it is nice to be back; it always is. We sometimes complain, but there really is no place like home.

Our first stop was Ft Lauderdale.
Istaboa’s been kind to us on this trip, but there were (as always) some minor fixes needing to be done and we can always count on Craig at Hogan Marine to knock ’em out quickly — so Bahia Mar was our first stop. We did a little technical work there at the marina and caught up with old friends — then to take advantage of flat seas, we eased north.

Now, temporally home at Old Port Cove and continuing on with those fixes: the cook range needs attention, this time of year the ACs can always stand a flush , and some technical stuff.
We’ve been experimenting with a new powerful onboard cellular network and it’s feasibility in the islands and offshore. Heading to Ft Lauderdale from Cat Cay we saw Verizon Wireless at about 15 miles out from the US coast and connected at 12. Not too bad. This same system hooked us up well at Great Harbour, Highbourne, Nassau, and Cat Cay

This trip has been both interesting and entertaining. Compass, for the most part, was Compass, though while there we observed the most chaotic 4th of July we’ve ever experienced at any marina. It seems the marina was double booked and all the boats showed up at the same time.
Needless to say many unhappy folks, mostly mega-yachts, who thought they had reservations, were turned away. Forced to anchor wherever, the radio was buzzing with heated exchanges, expletives, then finally resignation as the long boats faded into a stunning Exuma sunset… later the real fireworks started — Literally.

“Freedom”, a very large yacht we’ve known for sometime, whose home port is Florence, Alabama, eased in and tied up. As soon as they were secure the crew started unloading fireworks. That night, to the delight of those with a slip at the marina, a massive fireworks display took place.

The Real Stars of Compass Cay

                             Jamal Rolle

The locals from Black Point who help out at the marina are mostly affable fellows who have learned an attentive attitude accompanied by a smiling face is compensated handsomely. They treat us all the same; sports stars, movie stars, super models, and plain folks like us are all tourists to these guys.
The young man to the left is Jamal, son of Tucker Rolle. Everybody likes Jamal.

Our old friend, Tucker.
This man is not only a legend in the Exumas, he’s known and loved by many all over the world. When the rich and powerful, famous and infamous come to the Exumas they head to Compass Cay to visit Tucker.

Leaving Compass, we followed our tracks back to Highbourne. We stayed there for 3 or 4 days before  moving on to Nassau.
Highbourne, a nice resort, is a good way to start the inevitable process of re-acclimating to civilization. It’s a remote little island, although there is a little grocery, a restaurant, and a few killer beaches.

Next stop, Nassau with all the trappings of a large city. We like Nassau, in many ways it reminds us of Memphis.

I’ll stop here for now, there’s several more photos to post. So more later.

No, not done yet. We’ll start heading north soon… not sure where that will take us… as far as we want.

Cheers,