Enter the Bahamas

We laid to our anchor north of Cat Cay for a day while a chilly northeast wind howled in the rigging at 25 to 30 knots, with the boat pitching and rolling at anchor. Another larger boat had pulled through the cut just as we did, but their sails were in tatters, and the crew looked shell shocked and harried. They proceeded straight to the docks at Cat Cay Club. Having docked there once, we do not intend to visit again unless absolutely necessary. 
Not wanting to reach our next destination in the dark, I rose well before dawn the next day, 0400 to be exact, and headed east across the banks for Chub Cay in the Berry Islands. Joy snoozed in her bunk as our trusty Perkins, we call him “Perky” now, purred away like a gentle lion. Night slowly gave way to early morning, and I watched once brilliant stars give way to one of the most stunning sunrises I have ever seen. The passing front and high winds cleansed the skies of any moisture, and the clarity of the sky and purity of air just made both sea and sky sparkle. Incredible.

Chub Cay Anchorage - Take No anchoring lightly
Chub Cay Anchorage – Take No anchoring lightly

We anchored at Chub Cay around 1500 hours leaving plenty of time to square the boat away, have our sundowner, grill a fantastic dinner, and crash early. 
Docked at Chub Cay
Docked at Chub Cay

The next morning we headed for the docks, cleared Customs, fueled the tanks, backed into our slip, then set about cleaning the boat from her salt water dousing. Everything was caked and crusty, and I spent hours washing and scrubbing to bring back her shine. First though, I helped Joy haul the laundry off the boat, and while I scrubbed, she coaxed the washers and dryers to spin away the salt, dirt and grime of a gulf stream crossing. All these chores are a routine part of cruising; every week or ten days we have a boat load of laundry to do and the boat needs a scrubbing, top to bottom. Stainless steel needs polishing; it is after all, only “stain less”, not stain free, and intense salt baths bring out the rust stains everywhere. When you think of asking us what we do with all out time or “Don’t you get bored?” remember the work that goes along with having such a care free life. But, without doubt, all the work makes us enjoy our second home just that much more. Chub_Cay_Club46
This visit was our first to Chub Cay Club, but I am certain we will return. We found all the people helpful, friendly, easy to laugh, and the atmosphere very relaxing. The marina is very secure in all but a hurricane, and the facilities are first rate, except for the laundry, but we spent as little time as possible there. Everything else is hard to beat. Our weather window held, and we wanted to sail through the Exuma Cays to Georgetown as quickly as possible. The Southern Bahamas and the Far Out Islands beckoned, all new territory for us, and a route only the few and the brave attempt. So the next morning, we turned the bow south towards Nassau and the Exuma Cays.

Through the Exuma Cays