We needed a couple things from civilization, so it was off to Staniel Cay to get them. We tried to get south one day, thinking the islands on our left would protect us from the nasty winds blowing in from the south-east, but they hardly helped. We popped back in to wait another night, then beat down to Staniel the next day. Sailboats got a nice trip north that day, at least.
No Conching. Not sure I’ve ever seen or heard that word anywhere else in the world.
Life skills.
There is a small beach in “town” on Staniel, and for some reason the kids absolutely love it. They were busy for hours collecting things from the sea to make their artistic trees. The road runs right by this beach and for the next couple days not a single local would walk by without calling out to them, “Careful! Those rocks are slippery.” Turns out, though, that they aren’t nearly as slippery as they look.
The Thunderball Grotto, of James Bond fame.
Pig Beach. Right across from town is an island of pigs. We bought some pig food at the store and headed over. Turns out those big pigs are a pretty intimidating bunch to little kids. Lowe went ashore holding his little bag of food and was promptly chased down and bitten in the butt before tossing the bag in the air to stop the madness. He would be the only casualty in the family, but not the last on the beach that afternoon. Once the big ones were confident you weren’t holding any food, they’d leave you alone and go look for their next mark, leaving everyone free to enjoy the babies.
Nurse sharks. Look scary, but they’re harmless, and everywhere.
12 Comments on “Staniel Cay”
When you guys went back to the land I still followed you but didn’t catch every post. I’m really loving it now that you guys are back in the sea… I say the same thing every year, but man your kids are so lucky. Good on you guys for doing it your way! We’ve been traveling in our rv through Mexico, Canada, and the US. Next year we’ll be back on the sailboat. Maybe we’ll run into each other some day.
Thanks, Dominic. Sounds like we have been moving around in circles with you. Would enjoy sharing some stories at some point!
Your kids have an amazing life (as do their parents)!
Agree. Thanks, Michelle.
Love the pig snout pic. 🙂 How’d the stabilizers do during the upwind bash this time? Still a smooth ride?
Don’t teach him to hook his finger over the cue!!!!
(Unlesss it’s part of a first-game sandbag)
Gianni . . . you’re wrong . . . the closed bridge is just one of many acceptable bridge styles that every competent pool player should master if he expects to be able to play well. For example, if you’re putting top English on the cue ball (striking the cue ball above its center of mass), a closed bridge allows you to maintain control of the cue stick. Otherwise, the cue can easily deflect up and over the cue ball on impact, creating one of those annoying “clacking” sounds as the cue ball barely rolls forward.
Many older players only use the closed bridge because that’s what the really good players used when they were learning. Today’s newer players often use only the open bridge because that seems to be more common today. But it’s best to learn many different styles because there will be situations where ones preferred style just won’t be practical or even usable.
Love the blog. Bahamas are so, so lovely. Hope you don’t mind — I poached your photo of Bumfuzzle on a mooring with magnificent Bahamas expanse around to use as computer screen backdrop. Awesome on a 27″ monitor.
Boy, I know nothing about photography, but the one pic with one of your children underwater with the fish is so stunning I can’t stop looking at it. The light, the colors, the motion – just spectacular. You’re such a talented photographer.
Good to meet you guys at Black Point, and thanks for the info on the pigs. We survived with most of our dignity intact 😉
“Meet you…”, you mean take care of us! Thanks for the ride. And glad you survived the pigs!
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