We lost a day of exploring due to really bad weather, rain so heavy you could hardly see out the ports. And the car sat in the parking lot, not making us happy. But the next morning dawned halfway fair, so as soon as breakfast was done, we took off in the little buggy. We drove into town and down to the harbor, right along the street that’s home to all the local fishing boats. Most were out for the day’s work giving us sort of a free run of the place, stopping as we chose for photos or just to dream. You really can gaze forever because the views are unbelievable, each successive view seemingly a little better than the last. So often it just doesn’t seem possible we’re really here. I can’t tell you how many times we pinch each other and just smile.
We returned the car at day’s end, paid attention to all the last minute details before departure – some fresh food shopping, filling the propane tanks, getting the boat all ready. Next morning we cleared out, paid the marina bill, then headed over to the fuel dock for duty free fuel, saving about 25 cents a gallon.
Once topped up, we pointed the bow out the entrance and glided out past the restaurants, the fishing boats, and left Rodney Bay behind.