April 9 on Lynyard Cay

April 9, 2013

After taking Piper for her morning boat ride and walk, Steve took the dinghy over to see Faith, a sailboat we had seen coming in after us on April 8.  They reported that the waves we were crossing were 6-8 feet with the occasional 10 foot wave.  These waves weren’t braking and were spaced a good period apart.  Nice to know now that we have come into safe harbor.

Faith is owned by David and Debbie Goodrum from Surf City, NC.  They run the Lighthouse Missionary Outreach serving the Caribbean and Central America for twenty years.  They have a childrens ministry, pastor training seminars, carry relief supplies to needy nations and minister to boaters around the word.  Their website is www.SailingServant.org. 

After Mr. Adventure returned, we decided to take the dinghy to Pete’s Pub in Little Harbour.  This pub is owned by Pete Johnston.  Pete is the son of famous sculptor Randolph Johnston.  Randolph Johnston left the states in the early 1950’s to live in this deserted Bahamian Island of Little Harbour.  He started a foundry which is continued by son Pete and grandson Greg.  The gallery houses works of local artisans as well as the sculptures created by the Johnston’s  

We found our way into the Little Harbour and dodged the mooring balls to work our way up to the pub.  We could smell the food cooking on the grill.  They offer a specialty drink called the Little Harbour Blaster–a concoction of a variety of fruit juices with some sort of rum.  Since battling those 8 foot waves on Monday, I have not felt like eating anything.  Carol, our waitress ask what we would be having—I said–I will just be drinking today–meaning I did not think my stomach could handle anything heavier than a liquid–she practically cheered me on saying this was a great place to drink.  Steve and I both tried the Little Harbour Blaster–it was perfect for my queasy stomach.  Steve ate the burger with rice and beans and a side of walnut coleslaw.  He gave the burger high marks. 

We wandered around the area to find the art gallery and foundry and then followed the signs to the lighthouse.  The lighthouse had not been used in years and was falling in on itself.  The wind seemed to have died down–so we headed back in our dinghy across the North Bar Channel to the boat.  We changed into swimsuits to go explore the beach since the weather was so nice.  Another dinghy was at the beach enjoying some peace and quiet when we pulled in.  Thankfully Mr. Adventure (curious) anchored a bit away from them–however,  since he can never miss an opportunity to go and talk to people clearly trying to avoid the crowds–he walked on up to them.  Eventually I swam over to discover the woman trying to stay below water level because she had –oops–wanted to lounge around without her top.  I didn’t know if Steve realized she was slowly slipping deeper and deeper into the water or not.   I was sure if he did notice, he would have moved in closer.  I managed to get him away and explained to him that they wanted to be alone–this is such a difficult topic for him to understand–he says he did realize that she was topless, but she didn’t mind him talking to them. 

Let me just say, just because there is the option to go topless–not everyone should go with that option.  Enough said!  Steve washed Piper in the water while I read and soaked up the sun.  We headed back to the boat in the late afternoon to watch several sailboats join us at anchor.  The wind picked up and we were starting to rock again.  I tried to watch the UConn vs Kentucky women’s basketball game, but fell asleep before the tipoff, then woke up just before half time.  I heard the scores and decided that I didn’t need to see this game.