Northern Exuma Cays

Off to the Exuma Cays in 2004
After a trip to the Abacos two years earlier with crew on board most of the way, Joy and I decided that the very best part of the trip was having time to ourselves. Not that we minded having friends along, but the quiet and peacefulness of a spectacular location such as our first anchorage here in the Exumas at Allan’s Cay is hard to beat. 

Boats Anchored at Allans Cay
Boats Anchored at Allans Cay

The water just sparkles, and others have described it as “gin clear”, an apt description as we clearly see the ripples in the sand 25 feet below our keel. We had read about this quiet spot in our cruising guide, but nothing can describe the sense of accomplishment and the enjoyment of sailing here on your own boat, a cruising dream come true. The current runs through this area fairly swiftly, as in many of the popular holes in the Bahamas, but there was plenty of swinging room here and no need for two anchors. In fact, in most of the places we anchored we lay to our 44 lb. Bruce with all chain rode using a 5/8″ snubber to quiet things down at night. Only a couple of times when we found ourselves in thick grass did we resort to our Danforth when the Bruce didn’t grab right away. We’ve learned from years of anchoring with our Bruce that if we can’t get it to grab on the first try, it usually is not going to do the job, and bottom conditions are telling us to use something different. Sometimes my stubbornness has cost me a lot off effort before finally giving in. More about that later.
Allans-warning
If you saw this sign first, you might give a little chuckle and wonder what they were talking about, but most of the time you don’t have to wait long to see these guys below wandering around. When we walked the beach, we found them everywhere, and I got the feeling that many prior visitors must have been feeding them because they had no fear and seemed to be looking for a hand out.
Five Foot Iguana
Five Foot Iguana

This guy was about 5 feet long. Thank goodness for my zoom lens.

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