After a nice walk around White Sound and Tahiti beach we pulled anchor and went out into the ocean at Tiloo cut. We had a beautiful three hour ocean sail in brisk winds. We then entered the Sea of Abaco at North Bar Channel. We anchored at Sandy Cay and went snorkeling. Sandy Cay has the world’s biggest collection of Elkhorn coral and the flora and fauna were amazing. After of full afternoon of diving, we pulled anchor (there was a little too much wave action for a comfortable sleep) and had a short sail to an anchorage in the lee of Lynyard Cay. Soon after anchoring while we were cooking, a dinghy came by and invited us to a bonfire on the beach with the Marsh Harbour Yacht Club. We hopped in our dinghy and went over to meet some folks and have a beer. We arrived on the beach at about 6 pm and went to head back to the boat for dinner at 6:45. It was dark and as we walked to the shore to get in our dinghy, we looked among the 15 beached dinghies but could not locate ours. Panic began to emerge and swear words were flying. It was really dark with no moon and our dinghy was gone. Must have floated away as the tide rose. But we were there such a short time! How could it be? Bruce found someone with a flashlight and out they headed in his dinghy to look for our dinghy. Susan and I and now many other folks paced on shore fretting. What would we do without our dinghy? After about 30 minutes we see a light coming toward the shore. Wait, it looks like two lights. Yes, they found it floating about 1/2 mile off shore. We hopped into it, a little embarrassed, tail between or legs and headed back to our boat for dinner and a game. It was a very emotional moment. Such gratitude for that dinghy!!!
Back in Hope Town (a couple days later) we went to a small music festival and listened to friend Steve play and sing a song called the Lost Dinghy Blues about losing his dinghy. We heard the whole story from his wife, Elaine. Boy, could we relate.