This morning enabled us to move to Allans-Pensacola Cay and have a play day.
Bob attempted to do some hunting but the water was too murky for him to see his prey – the big winds of the past week or so have stirred up lots of “dust” in the water column. Given the crappy visibility, we skipped snorkeling and instead, dinghied into the Cay to do some exploring.
Allans-Pensacola is a popular cruising stop so there were many cruiser “sculptures” on the beach – these are usually a tree adorned with handmade “calling cards” and whatever other flotsam and jetsam that can be found on the beach.
Sue and I brought a magic marker to make a “calling card” and left it on one of the sculptures.
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| Sue poses with a cruising sculpture |
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| Our calling card |
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Selfie with calling card
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| Our tracks are the only ones along this beach |
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| The beach eventually led to the bottom tip of Allans, which was occupied by a single tree clinging to life on the edge – this picture, with its hardscrabble beach, scraggly tree, vast sea and ominous sky gives me a feeling of insignificance in the grand scheme of mother nature |
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| Mother nature’s paintbrush at work |
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