We woke up in Nixon's Harbor to windless flats reflecting the clouds. There wasn't even enough disturbance in the surface to obscure the view of the sea floor.
Low wind is terrible for sailing, but glorious for swimming. By noon, the tidal current arrived generating swells that created velvety emerald luminescent swirls on the otherwise undisturbed surface of the water.
The next day was almost as calm. I sat on deck and watched light rain fall off the coast of Bimini. The ability to see full weather systems move across the sky is my favorite thing about being on a boat. I grew up in a densely forested mountainous region where you can barely see the stars through the trees. I'd never seen rain fall anywhere but above my head until I moved to the level lands of Florida.
With no wind for our sails we went ashore, took a short bus ride across the south island, then took the watertaxi to Alice Town on the north island.
We were looking for a liquor store to buy a couple cases of our favorite Bahamian exclusives before we left. If you told me that a grapefruit beverage was delicious, or even drinkable, I wouldn't believe you. But it's true. It's light and sweet, and perfect to drink in the heat. Sands Pink Radler is brewed by Sands Bahamian Brewery, who, as far as I know, does not export. I already miss it. Guinness foreign Extra was formulated over a century ago with extra hops for global export to the Caribbean, Africa, and Asia, which are just about the only places you're likely to find it. Although, I hear that the surge in interest in Craft beer in the UK and US has lead to occasional limited releases. So it could be coming to a city near you.
While I was wandering the beach, stirring up the sand looking for fans and shells, I was taken by surprise when I looked down and saw that I had company. A stingray was right next to my feet and appeared to be looking up at me. He/She seemed more curious than aggressive so I stayed in the water and went about my business. He stayed close and fluttered around me for a while, before finally losing interest and gliding away.
After I found a few sea fans, and took in the novelty of being alone in such a place for the last time, I re-joined AJ in the Mackey's Sandbar to discuss the weather and the Gulf Stream crossing game plan.