Norman Island

Soldier Bay

We arrived at Nanny Cay (pronounced KEY, it’s an island thing), to wait, for the boat, for our navigational briefing, for our boat briefing, for our provisions, (yea, the islanders are determined that you too will learn how to lean back, take it easy and “lime”) we had crossed from Eastern Daylight Savings Time to Island time where things happen when they will and can’t be rushed. Lesson of the day is that no matter how many clothes or how little clothes you are wearing, it is the tropics and without a breeze it gets hot and sticky and sweaty; need I say more? Finally, after waiting (at least) all day, Dawn Raider is ours and we are under way. Michael tests the maneuverability of a 41 foot yacht in a 30 foot space before we can get out of the marina. It was a perfect day; he got to swear right off the bat. Out in the channel (Sir Frances Drake, that is), we hoisted our sails and made for Norman Island. Of course, so did everyone else, all one hundred and four other boats (okay I may be utilizing some artistic license but not much) had already arrived and snatched up every mooring ball there was. We didn’t have a back up plan at the time nor an idea of where to find one, so we called Horizon’s on the boat phone and sailed around the corner to Soldier Bay where we found four unattended mooring balls in a small and quiet bay. The water beckoned and we couldn’t wait any longer. Swimsuits for all and into the water we went. Life doesn’t get any better than that.  

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