Seven Weeks

Seven weeks in the Bahamas goes quickly. The Abacos are a very easy place to hang out on a boat, although there are often cold fronts that move through the area frequently in the winter months, there are many anchorages very short distances apart that make it easy to find protection from different wind directions without moving far. There are islands with towns and restaurants and more remote anchorages with empty islands, mangroves and blue holes. We spent our time exploring, relaxing, hanging out with old friends, making new friends, and spear fishing. The princess Lyra needs her lobster after all.

Hiking around an island, Lyra quickly got hot and tired. She was more than happy to be carried.

Needing a little sun and spray protection for a day of lobster hunting, it's a good thing the dingy chaps convert to a cat tent well.

The hunting grounds.

One days catch. Everyone eats good this day.

Passport at sunset.

Sunset over the island.

Lyra anxiously looks ahead.

Sometimes a pool day is just what is needed. 

An open cabinet is an open invitation.

Meeting the locals.

Out and about in the dingy, little bit of wind in the fur.

Lyra got a little seasick and had a little potty accident, so she got to wear the 'panties of shame' until we dropped anchor in calmer water.

The windward side of the island.

IB patiently waiting for us to catch up on our beach walk.

The little lioness.

Just a lizard on the beach.

Sailing in the clear waters of the Abacos.

Calm clear days are the best.

Lyra decided she rather enjoys a bit of snorkeling, provided she has reliable transportation.