Hanging in WW
While socializing at the Warderick Wells New Years Day pot luck, we received a tip from a staff member about where we could anchor just outside of the north mooring field. The area around this spot is shallow but we were assured there was sufficient water in the little corner and our charts concurred. In spite of that, Rebecca and I still hopped in our dinghy and went to scout it our ourselves. If we owned a portable depth sounder, this job would have been easy. Since we don’t have one yet, we constructed a little lead line and tried to use that to sound out the depths.
Happy that ZTC would be OK in that spot, we slipped off our mooring lines and motored out around the corner. We hadn’t even got ourselves in position to put our anchor down when we were hailed on the radio by Darcy in the WW office (she could see us from her window). She let us know in no uncertain terms that this was a no-anchor zone. I didn’t want to name names about who had told us to anchor there, in case this person would have gotten in trouble, so we had no choice but to bail.
Quickly consulting our charts, we motored for almost an hour to get to the only “official” anchor spot in the WW area, Emerald Rock. It seems silly that it would take so long to move such a short distance but the shallow waters in the area severely limit a boat’s ability to travel in a straight line from point A to B.
As it turns out, our new anchorage is beautiful, with 5 feet of clear water for as far as you can see. We have been enjoying the somewhat rugged hiking trails in the park which often go from one beautiful beach to another. Things could certainly be worse.
While writing this, as often happens, we are listening to the weather forecasts. It appears as if another front will be coming through at the end of this week which means that we’ll need to find a spot with some west to north protection. It looks like a visit to Staniel Cay might be in order.
The north mooring field at Warderick Wells.
The Banshee Creek, on our way to Boo Boo Hill.
Hopefully NOT poisonous.
One needs to pay attention to where they are walking as there are holes like this everywhere on the trails.
The bridge on the “Causeway Trail.”
Our anchorage near Emerald Rock.
Hiking the various trails.
Heading towards the Davis Ruins.
Yup, this place looks pretty ruined.
The west coast of the island.
Glad we’re not swimming in this surf!
This lizard had been waiting all day for someone to turn over this board so he could eat these bugs. Rebecca made his day!
This is the biggest starfish that either of us have ever seen. It had to be at least 8 inches across.
Can someone please tell this bird that we are NOT going to feed him?
Checking the notes given to us by our new friends.