Staniel Cay's Sweet Anchorage

We spent yesterday in Warderick Wells nature park in a lovely crescent bay with mooring balls. We hiked the trails and dove on the reef, but did not see the preponderance of colorful fish we were expecting. We left there early this morning for Staniel Cay, one of the last legs to Georgetown. Although the marina and mooring facilities leave something to be desired, we are in a huge anchorage only a 10-minute dinghy ride away from town. Even the expensive huge motor yachts are in the anchorage, waiting for the next big norther to blow us into a frenzy. It seems the wind clocks around every few days to a big blow from the north, resulting in "roll-y" anchorages and current surge. The anchorage we are in is extremely protected, and we expect nothing of the type of bumpy nights we spent in Norman's Cay. All of these places deserve a much longer blog posting, but our internet time is limited. Suffice it to say that Norman's was a place out of time, ruins of it's glorious past with Kennedys and tennis stars long gone, and the huge money-machine of Carlos Leder's cocaine base. Warderick Wells is a nature-lover's paradise, but not a whole lot to do if you've seen it and you live in a place as beautiful as the UP. But Staniel Cay, now here's something totally different. We are sitting in the cute yacht club, drinking a Kalik and about to head into town for a bit of provisioning. There IS a small town here, the size of Ralph or something ( about 150 people) and a music scene. We are excited to finally get into Bahamas small-town life, and will load up pictures as soon as we have faster internet connection. To be sure, the prize looms close - Georgetown here we come.