Half of the crew had slept above board and woke to a heavy dew this morning that left everything very wet.
The anchor is pulled up and Argo is under way by 7:00. The water is amazingly clear and it is strange to be able to follow the chain of the anchor and see exactly where it has dug into the sand. It is like looking inot a huge swimming pool with a sandy bottom.
Pirates, pirates!!! ..... or are they just fishermen(don't see any fishing gear) that want to sell or purchase something!?!? The three men in the small boat look less than friendly, so we decide not to take any chances and as they motor along parallel to us for half a mile, we prepare for the worst by getting out the protection BAT. Eventually they vere off and leave us in peace. Welcome to the Bahamas.
The day delelops favourably and improves with every mile. It is the kind of day that dreams are made of, with blue skies, steady balmy breezes, sparkling clear waters, and no one else in sight. We put up all our canvas and spend a few hours of happy, pure sailing under ideal conditions.
A welcoming committee of dolphins comes to greet us and slip and slide along beside us for several miles,
calling out to us as they jump in our bow wake. It is a photo opportunity that doesn't come along often and the crew takes full advantage of it. 
Unfortunately we are not going to be able to reach Marsh Harbor or Green Turtle Cay today, so we opt for the Marina at Spanish Cay. It is a privately owned islandset 19 km northwest of Green Turtle Cay.
This island was named after a pair of Spanish galleons that sank offshore during the 17th century. Originally owned by Queen Elizabeth II, the island was purchased in the 1960s by Texas-based investor (and former owner of the Dallas Cowboys) Clint Murchinson. 
After his death in the early 80s, two successive Florida conglomerates poured time, money and landscaping efforts into developing the island as a site for upscale private homes. Today, guest of the inn and local residents putter along the island's paved roads in electric-powered golf carts ......... so says Frommer's ....... and the island does not disappoint. 
The brochure says 'Discover Paradise on the island' and the crew heartily agrees that this is certainly a little slice of heaven. We taste our first Conch Fritters(which melt in the mouth) while soaking in the hot tub with a glass of wine. 
Why didn't anyone tell us about this place before!!!
The quarantine flag is hoisted on Argo and although we are permitted the freedom of the island, the customs officers will arrive in the morning at 8:00 to check passports and pass us officially into the Abacos, Bahamas.
We will reluclantly leave Sp[anish Cay in the morning for Green Turtle Cay.
The anchor is pulled up and Argo is under way by 7:00. The water is amazingly clear and it is strange to be able to follow the chain of the anchor and see exactly where it has dug into the sand. It is like looking inot a huge swimming pool with a sandy bottom.
Pirates, pirates!!! ..... or are they just fishermen(don't see any fishing gear) that want to sell or purchase something!?!? The three men in the small boat look less than friendly, so we decide not to take any chances and as they motor along parallel to us for half a mile, we prepare for the worst by getting out the protection BAT. Eventually they vere off and leave us in peace. Welcome to the Bahamas.
The day delelops favourably and improves with every mile. It is the kind of day that dreams are made of, with blue skies, steady balmy breezes, sparkling clear waters, and no one else in sight. We put up all our canvas and spend a few hours of happy, pure sailing under ideal conditions.
A welcoming committee of dolphins comes to greet us and slip and slide along beside us for several miles,
calling out to us as they jump in our bow wake. It is a photo opportunity that doesn't come along often and the crew takes full advantage of it. 
Unfortunately we are not going to be able to reach Marsh Harbor or Green Turtle Cay today, so we opt for the Marina at Spanish Cay. It is a privately owned islandset 19 km northwest of Green Turtle Cay.
This island was named after a pair of Spanish galleons that sank offshore during the 17th century. Originally owned by Queen Elizabeth II, the island was purchased in the 1960s by Texas-based investor (and former owner of the Dallas Cowboys) Clint Murchinson. 
After his death in the early 80s, two successive Florida conglomerates poured time, money and landscaping efforts into developing the island as a site for upscale private homes. Today, guest of the inn and local residents putter along the island's paved roads in electric-powered golf carts ......... so says Frommer's ....... and the island does not disappoint. 
The brochure says 'Discover Paradise on the island' and the crew heartily agrees that this is certainly a little slice of heaven. We taste our first Conch Fritters(which melt in the mouth) while soaking in the hot tub with a glass of wine. 
Why didn't anyone tell us about this place before!!!The quarantine flag is hoisted on Argo and although we are permitted the freedom of the island, the customs officers will arrive in the morning at 8:00 to check passports and pass us officially into the Abacos, Bahamas.
We will reluclantly leave Sp[anish Cay in the morning for Green Turtle Cay.
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