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Sailing to Big Majors Spot
~ Sailing to Big Majors Spot ~
Big Majors Spot, Exuma
Bummin' with a Different Breed
It was difficult to leave the majestic beauty of Warderick Wells, but the warm steady wind blowing out of the southwest urged us to raise our sails and journey on toward other adventures. Our course was plotted to the very secure and protected anchorage off the isle of Big Majors Spot. The advantages of this cay were its close proximity to a fairly sizeable settlement on Staniel Cay just to the south, as well as to a beautiful resort on Sampson Cay just to the north.

The sailing was so perfect it was tempting to keep on going, but the potable water and propane were running low, and the garbage pile was getting high. Time to get back to civilization! We swiftly traversed the 20 nautical miles, then tucked in amongst the other 40 or so vessels moored in the harbor. Awesome! After a week of solitude, a little society with other human beings would also be much appreciated.

Doing the Anchoring Dance
Having chosen the ideal spot to dig in and hang-out, we fell into our thoroughly choreographed mooring routine. It was ever so important for us to look well-rehearsed because, with so many boats about we were certain to have an audience. After all – judging other people's anchoring acumen was the sort of thing we did.

I took my position at the helm, gracefully sliding Re Metau into the current until we were motionless. Then Don, poised at the bow, composedly dipped the plow down and deftly laid out the chain rode while Re Metau slowly drifted back. What a performance! We were flowing in perfect rhythm! A gentle tug indicated that the stage was set for the final set – this was where things got exciting!

I gradually began to twirl the prop into full throttle reverse. But before the RPMs could rise, I heard a loud "WHAP" and it was not applause from any seaside spectators. I quickly threw us into neutral, instantly grasping what'd happened and hoping that I'd not just caused a show stopper.

A Tow Twister
The disquieting clap stemmed from a recent revision in our arrangement. Having grown weary of perpetually lashing the dinghy onto the davits during our many, short crossings, Don fashioned a towing bridle out of materials already onboard so we could just drag it behind. Although a float was threaded onto the repurposed polyester rope (rope that was available, but not ideal), the painterA rope that is attached to the bow of a dinghy, or other small boat, and used for tying up or towing.easily sank when slack, introducing a potential twist-up with the whirling prop.

I'd forgotten that I was supposed to draw Dinky Duck up before I backed down. Fortunately, I'd reacted to my misstep in time to prevent a mishap. Binding our blades with high-tech braid that was rated to a tensile strength of a ton would have been bad news all the way around. No harm done, though it was an embarrassing moment to have in front of so many critical skippers.

Portly Porkers in the Port
~ Portly Porkers in the Port ~
Quirky Aquatic Encounters
Once I'd regained my composure, we made ready to go mix it up with the islanders who, we were informed, were a far less discriminating breed. We gathered up some of our refuse, climbed into the dink, and headed toward the shore.

But we weren't seeking the city dump; we were in search of a seaside sty. That's right! The noteworthy natives at this 'ham'-let were PIGS (pun intended and many more to come)! The moment our aim was obvious it became easy to see that these were not some ordinary oinkers. The portly porkers on shore perked up, plopped into the water, and then paddled out to greet us. These were SWIMMING SWINE!

When Pigs Swim
We never sausage a pig-cular sight–definitely a rib tickler. Two olym-pig grade waders came right up to us, bacon for handouts. Our apple scraps must have been a sooey-eet treat to these swine-landers. Sow much so that when the pig-nic was over, one dis-grunt-led hog had to be prosciutto-ed away after trying to boar-d our little tender! But these island tro-pigs were completely charming, making this a memorable pork of call!

Ok, ok…enough pen and oink has been spent on this pig-tail's puns.

Oinks-traordinary Experiences (last pun…I promise)
We were already completely enchanted with this island nation; its spellbinding seascapes, entrancing landscapes, and whimsical wildlife. Every destination offered up many extraordinary experiences, but the quirky, aquatic porkers of Big Majors Spot definitely raised the bar even higher.
Swimming Swine
~ Swimming Swine ~
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