Easter Week Vacation begins for Dylan & Teresa as they arrive in Staniel Cay Via Watermaker Airlines, then transported by Preston Rolle in his skiff to Compass Cay with Papa Bob as co-pilot.
The "windex blue" waters of Compass Cay-Mama welcomes Daughter Dylan to the Crescent Beach
A fellow boater, Dave who spends most of his winter on his yacht "Living Large" at Compass Cay has transformed this hurricane wrecked house called "Hester's" into his gym, and he allows you to use it without having a membership! Teresa uses her "Flintstone weights" while Dylan uses the punching bag...ocean views of course!
Bob says "the heck with that nonsense...I'm taking a nap in the hammock!"
Dave (Living Large) has also constructed a planetarium, probably the only boater who travels with power tools used for creativity. That is "refrigerator rock" in the background in the Crescent Beach bay, the early settlers called it refrigerator rock as they had no method of keeping foods fresh, so would go to the "refrigerator" each day to get their food from the sea.
It is always interesting diving with Bob, he caught this little balloon fish and he sure ballooned up! He deflates as soon as he is set free and swims away.
The "trailer park" was full! From on top the hill we were amazed to see how many boats were tied to the docks of Compass Cay, there were 19 that day, we had never seen that many boats in, and had never seen Tucker's filled up so tight that he was turning boats away and they waited at anchor outside the marina waiting for someone to leave. A popular place to be safe when weather comes your way.
Our slip at Compass Cay affords a tranquil view of the entrance and is our favorite spot to watch the sunset fade into darkness.
I had company swimming with the sharks at Compass Cay, Teresa joined me, this guy was sleeping under the dock, but we had others than swam by our sides, we also saw lots of bonefish and a trunk fish on our nurse shark excursion under the docks.
Creative visitors leave a sign as a token that they visited Tucker at Compass Cay, this was our addition to the array, it mentions Bob, Linda & Buddy from Stillwater, MN.
After a couple days at Compass Cay we cruised to Hetty's Land, our favorite anchorage, at night the stars seem to hover over your flybridge, and days are filled with exploring, collecting sand dollars on the beach or take a canoe ride to a private white sand beach as Dylan and Teresa did.
This beach at Hetty's Land was littered with both alive and dead sand dollars; the dead dollars are white, Teresa said she was going to pay her employees with sand dollars on next pay day. Wonder how that went over?
The bounty! What we did not get a photo of, and maybe just as well (my battery went dead) was our trek across the island to see the rock formations on the Atlantic side of Guana Cay (Hetty's Land anchorage) Bob and I have traversed that trail many times, and never had a problem. This time we sunk into muck up to our ankles going over a 100'+ stretch of what looked to be sand. Very stinky, mucky sand. We enjoyed our view of the ocean, climbing on rocks, picking up flotsam and jetsam, then started back...it got worse, now we are sinking up to our knees. Laughing of course as there was nothing to do but perhaps cry, my one shoe got sucked off my foot so I went barefoot the rest of the way feeling the rotted matter of "whatever" squishing between my toes. A delightful trek that did not need photos to be remembered for sure.
spiny sea eggs found among the shallow waters of Rachel's Bubble Bath at Compass Cay; Teresa has one variety on her hand as Bob picks a spiny sea urchin off a low tide rock wall.
I have a problem. I have a real aversion to cairns that were constructed just to show that someone was there before you. In my humble opinion they are "natural graffiti" when I explore an uninhabited area, I like it to feel the natural beauty of Mother Nature and not see mounds of rocks left there by tourists. Cairns were constructed as landmarks to guide you, I don't have a problem with that, we see them as we pass through cuts while cruising showing that perhaps that is a favored course, we see them marking trails...no problem there either. But in the middle of a pristine beach...it had to go, and Daughter Dylan and I did it. The beach looks natural again, and we got a workout tossing rocks!
Easter Week Vacation begins for Dylan & Teresa as they arrive in Staniel Cay Via Watermaker Airlines, then transported by Preston Rolle in his skiff to Compass Cay with Papa Bob as co-pilot.
The "windex blue" waters of Compass Cay-Mama welcomes Daughter Dylan to the Crescent Beach
A fellow boater, Dave who spends most of his winter on his yacht "Living Large" at Compass Cay has transformed this hurricane wrecked house called "Hester's" into his gym, and he allows you to use it without having a membership! Teresa uses her "Flintstone weights" while Dylan uses the punching bag...ocean views of course!
Bob says "the heck with that nonsense...I'm taking a nap in the hammock!"
Dave (Living Large) has also constructed a planetarium, probably the only boater who travels with power tools used for creativity. That is "refrigerator rock" in the background in the Crescent Beach bay, the early settlers called it refrigerator rock as they had no method of keeping foods fresh, so would go to the "refrigerator" each day to get their food from the sea.
It is always interesting diving with Bob, he caught this little balloon fish and he sure ballooned up! He deflates as soon as he is set free and swims away.
The "trailer park" was full! From on top the hill we were amazed to see how many boats were tied to the docks of Compass Cay, there were 19 that day, we had never seen that many boats in, and had never seen Tucker's filled up so tight that he was turning boats away and they waited at anchor outside the marina waiting for someone to leave. A popular place to be safe when weather comes your way.
Our slip at Compass Cay affords a tranquil view of the entrance and is our favorite spot to watch the sunset fade into darkness.
I had company swimming with the sharks at Compass Cay, Teresa joined me, this guy was sleeping under the dock, but we had others than swam by our sides, we also saw lots of bonefish and a trunk fish on our nurse shark excursion under the docks.
Creative visitors leave a sign as a token that they visited Tucker at Compass Cay, this was our addition to the array, it mentions Bob, Linda & Buddy from Stillwater, MN.
After a couple days at Compass Cay we cruised to Hetty's Land, our favorite anchorage, at night the stars seem to hover over your flybridge, and days are filled with exploring, collecting sand dollars on the beach or take a canoe ride to a private white sand beach as Dylan and Teresa did.
This beach at Hetty's Land was littered with both alive and dead sand dollars; the dead dollars are white, Teresa said she was going to pay her employees with sand dollars on next pay day. Wonder how that went over?
The bounty! What we did not get a photo of, and maybe just as well (my battery went dead) was our trek across the island to see the rock formations on the Atlantic side of Guana Cay (Hetty's Land anchorage) Bob and I have traversed that trail many times, and never had a problem. This time we sunk into muck up to our ankles going over a 100'+ stretch of what looked to be sand. Very stinky, mucky sand. We enjoyed our view of the ocean, climbing on rocks, picking up flotsam and jetsam, then started back...it got worse, now we are sinking up to our knees. Laughing of course as there was nothing to do but perhaps cry, my one shoe got sucked off my foot so I went barefoot the rest of the way feeling the rotted matter of "whatever" squishing between my toes. A delightful trek that did not need photos to be remembered for sure. 
spiny sea eggs found among the shallow waters of Rachel's Bubble Bath at Compass Cay; Teresa has one variety on her hand as Bob picks a spiny sea urchin off a low tide rock wall.
I have a problem. I have a real aversion to cairns that were constructed just to show that someone was there before you. In my humble opinion they are "natural graffiti" when I explore an uninhabited area, I like it to feel the natural beauty of Mother Nature and not see mounds of rocks left there by tourists. Cairns were constructed as landmarks to guide you, I don't have a problem with that, we see them as we pass through cuts while cruising showing that perhaps that is a favored course, we see them marking trails...no problem there either. But in the middle of a pristine beach...it had to go, and Daughter Dylan and I did it. The beach looks natural again, and we got a workout tossing rocks!
