Just noodling around in paradise…

Full-on photo bomb, I’m afraid. The beauty surrounding us is the message here.

We’ve been slowly weaving our way south through some of the 365 islands that make up the Exumas. As I type, we’re in Warderick Wells, which is within the boundaries of the National Land and Sea Park. There’s no fishing (or shell collecting, or disturbing the wildlife in any way), which makes Michu sad and antsy to move on, but it’s stunningly beautiful.

We’re on a park mooring for twenty dollars a night, and may be staying a few additional days to avoid another cold front. The weather has been a huge factor in our travel plans here—as everywhere, I guess. Cold fronts tear through on a regular basis, with strong winds that clock from east to south to west, and very few spots in the Exumas are protected from all directions. Warderick Wells  is one of them.

I know you’re not feeling too sorry for us, with this requirement to stick around here for a few extra days. There are many great spots for snorkeling; maintained trails to hike; and two other kid boats whom we know well. And don’t be fooled by the nomenclature; “cold front” won’t mean temps lower than 70.

We’d hoped to make it to Georgetown by Christmas, but if we don’t get there, it’s no big deal. We’re not meeting anyone, and easy traveling conditions will trump the Boxing Day Junkanoo festival.

We still haven’t topped up our tanks; we’re fine. We still haven’t done laundry; it’s ok. Our six-month cruisaversary went unnoticed. We are clearly sinking into this way of life, where our agenda bends to fit with what’s available. Not too shabby, really.