Cambridge Cay Revisited
There was also excitement in the mooring field at dusk. Atlantica chose to anchor rather than stay on a mooring ball. When two large boats anchored uncomfortably close, she lifted anchor and moved 100 feet further away. Just after dark, Jose, who was showering, heard Char shouting on deck. One of the boats had dragged anchor and was drifting down on top of them at a rapidly increasing speed. So Jose, leaped from the shower, and running naked on deck and grabbing fenders to put between Atlantica and the swiftly approaching intruder, he sought to prevent disaster. He softened the blow, and damage was minimal, but the day did not end well for either boat. The other boat, which was a rental, retreated to a mooring ball in shame, its proverbial tail between its legs.
Snorkeling with a new full face mask.
There are always new beaches to discover and new silliness to try.
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