At sea…Day two. 

After an early morning walk up to an abandoned house near our beach, some lazing around and yet another amazing meal (French toast, oatmeal with apples, breakfast sandwiches….was that JUST yesterday?) we raised anchor and set off for Cooper Island. 

This house was abandoned after a hurricane 

but it must have been so pretty at one time.

Ouch.

I’ve heard of snakes in the potty, but a cactus??

Beautiful view of the harbour.

So far all of the views have been beyond. 

Beautiful weather. Calm seas. Gorgeous beach.  I’m liking this vacation. 

Into the dinghy and off to snorkel. So.Many.Fish. Bunny spotted a parrot fish with a rock in his mouth. We each saw different large schools of fish…my school was a bunch of black beauties with purple tails. No, I don’t know what they were. I spotted this beautiful shell,  circular and  spiky, and I wanted it. I’m also crap at diving down to the ocean floor. Bunny came to my rescue and retrieved it for me.  

Isn’t this pretty? 

We saw all of these…except maybe the octopus.

Moored for a bit across from a private resort we popped back into our dinghy and motored over to check it out. The bar was open, rum drinks procured and a rousing (not really) game of hook the ring at the bar took place. Belle won. I napped. The kids moved to the coffee shop, then to the Rum Bar.  The boutique opened. The Amazing SIL needed a shirt. Back to the boat. 

We ended the afternoon at the Baths (Baaaaths according to our Brit captain). Entering right at the last minute we were supposed to (ok, ten minutes past) we had the place to ourselves. Apparently I am one step from the nursing home because I kept hearing “hold on, mom”, “give mom a hand”, “mom, maybe you better come this way, it’s safer”.    

Aren’t they cute? Belle and the Amazing SIL In the Baaaaths.

I’ve always said when I get old and decrepit the kids are supposed to take me on a fishing trip and accidentally have me fall overboard, right before speeding off. I was a bit suspicious of their motives when they invited me on this trip. I’m not that old YET, am I?   But maybe they aren’t putting me out to sea on this trip? Probably lulling me into a false sense of security, THEN they will toss me overboard.  I need to make a deal with the Captain so he will swing back for me…

My shell? It had an inhabitant, a tiny hermit crab. We put it in a dish of salt water and searched for a new shell for him to move into. The whole Caribbean surrounding us…not a single appropriate shell.  The water was changed. Options discussed. Slow death while we searched?  That’s mean. Dip him in fresh water and just be done with it? Rather not kill two sweet animals in one week…don’t want to be compared to Kristin Noem.  Amber came up with a plot. Put him on the slats of the deck overhanging the water. He will want to get back into the water, step out of his shell and Plop! down he will go between the slats…leaving me with an empty shell. 

Exhausted from swimming and snorkeling and exploring  (and EATING) we all headed to bed. It rained during the night. Hard. I figured my shell was a goner, but no. I think Amber’s evil plot worked. No crab to be found this morning in my beautiful shell. 

Today we head over to Bitter End, our furthest point out. Dinner tonight at the Bitter End Yacht Club. Wonder if today is the day the sails come up? 

Sunset over our neighbors.

ETA: the crab is still there…..   shell  hunting today.