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Staniel Cay Map
~ Staniel Cay Map ~
Staniel Cay, Exuma
Sundries of a Sailor's Life
All We Need
Located about halfway between the big city bustle of Nassau on the island of New Providence, and the small town tranquility of Georgetown, Great Exuma lies the petite isle of Staniel Cay. Though less than two square miles, this cay offered every sundry supply, service, and situation ever sought by a sailor.

On the sheltered western side, the Staniel Cay Yacht Club offered easy access to potable water, fuel, ice, trash disposal, and adult libations. Just through a cluster of shady Australian pines sat a strolling sized settlement that provided grocery stores, propane fills, marine supplies, restaurants, and Wi-Fi. And secluded, powdery white beaches for solitary sunbathing, as well as high rugged cliffs with dramatic ocean views could be found on the Atlantic side.

Taking the Trash Out
The calm lagoon's curve of sandy shore at the edge of the village was a perfect place to beach Dinky Duck and some rubble from an old breakwall provided secure purchase for her anchor. The first attraction on our island tour was the ever popular garbage dump. We could have dropped our trash bag off at the marina, but being stingy sailors we figured we'd make the trek and save ourselves the $5 disposal fee. So, following yet another abstract map that'd been sketched by an artist bereft of cartography skills, Don and I untangled the bikes and, Hefty in hand, peddled into the great unknown.
Pirate Jungle
~ Pirate Jungle ~

I'd often thought that the crisis of over-consumption and reckless wastefulness occurring so rampantly in the U.S. could easily be rectified if Americans were forced to carry around all their own trash for an extended period of time. Having to do just that made us extremely mindful, and since leaving Nassau, we'd managed to limit our refuse to just one bag.

But having to shuffle that bag around for 11 days was downright annoying and hanging it from the handlebars of a rusty little, lopsided bike while peddling up and down a hilly island with limited signage made us realize that the Yacht Club's fee was a bargain! On the bright side, this little sojourn did let us see so much more of the island, and that alone was priceless!

Gabbin' and Gassin'
The next destination on our tour was the Isles General Store where we could get our propane tanks filled. Fortunately, a nearby creek allowed us to tote our tanks via dinghy and bypass another bicycle balancing act. Back in the States, pumps assisted in the process and transferring 5 pounds of gas took almost no time at all. But here in paradise, costly electricity wasn't wasted on such 'time saving' frivolities when gravity did the trick for free. Though a slower source of power, it bestowed the leisure to sit and chat for a spell. It seemed that the village stayed in an era when energy was spent on only the most precious and valued resources – communing with the community of the cay.
Don Poses Under the Ridge
~ Don Poses Under the Ridge ~
Adding a Little Color
While in the vicinity, we decided to investigate the colorful 'downtown' area; the Pink Pearl Supermarket, the Blue Wing Grocery, and Titta Emil's little yellow bakery where we purchased fresh, coconut-flavored sweet bread – a real Bahamian treasure.

Besides fresh fruit and raw vegetables, bread was the one other provision that vanished soon after departing the land of plenty. Although I loved making my own loaves when I had a well-equipped bricks and mortar kitchen, Re Metau's galley oven was not only too small for the dough to rise, but it also doubled as a furnace. Heating up the boat in a subtropical anchorage was never desirable.

I once tried my hand at making bread onboard via an age-old alternative method. Pressure cookers were standard equipment for any knowledgeable shipboard chef for several reasons. First, they cooked much faster, thus saving precious propane and sparing the cook from sweltering at the stove. Additionally, their lids locked down – reducing the risk of scalding splashes in unsettled seas. And last, but not least, they whipped up moist meals that were much tastier than anything nuked in their successor, that voltage-sucking, desiccating microwave.

I'd childhood memories of my mom preparing stews and roasts in her pressure cooker; the sound of the bell-shaped valve rattling with the hiss of escaping steam still made my mouth water. But explosive accidents and modern technologies relegated those pots into the past. By the time I'd enrolled in high-school home economics, learning to cook with steam was excluded from the syllabus.

The often echoed advice from many a knowledgeable cruiser emphasized the advantages of that vintage culinary convenience, and an in-depth discussion with the author of Gourmet Underway ultimately prompted me to acquire a modern pot (and, of course his book). With tentative trials, I trained myself how to blanch, braise, boil, poach, roast, simmer, stew, and even can. However, baking was a whole new ballgame.

Sweeping Views
~ Sweeping Views ~
Sexy Pose
~ Sexy Pose ~

I studied a few pressure cooker bread recipes, gathered up all the ingredients, then put my buns to work. A corner under the cockpit dodger provided the perfect warm, humid place for the dough to rise. That heavenly aroma of yeast wafting around made my longing for a soft, buttery bite even stronger. Since the baking was going to be done on a burner, the recipe I'd chosen instructed me to grease the inside of the pressure cooker, then dust it with cornmeal, which was to serve as a separator. Once the dough had doubled, I popped the pot on the propane, brought it up to pressure, dropped the flame down to low, and set the timer.

Before long, that wonderful fragrance of freshly baked bread was obliterated by the odor of burnt popcorn. The dry cornmeal scorched in the oil, and the unappetizing smell permeated through the whole disastrous loaf (which did NOT pop out of the pot as promised). That was my last attempt at producing yeast-based boat bread, so Titta's loaf was to be the centerpiece of our evening meal.

Oceanside Ridge Photo Shoot
With our mundane needs fulfilled, we could turn our attention eastward, toward a landscape so beautiful it drew professional photographers to scatter bikini clad supermodels in the foreground, and snap seductive pics for the publishers of glossy sports magazines. Once the dinghy was appropriately replenished, we suited up and headed out toward Oceanside Ridge. That entire side of the island was deserted and it was easy to claim our own private strip of sand – denoted as Pirate Trap Beach on our 'map.' The spot could not have been more appropriately named because we were completely ensnared by the scenery.

I immediately saw the photo ops – no one could look bad while framed in this setting! But my attempts at snapping portraits were being thwarted by my model's negative attitude. So I switched Don's focus, put him behind the lens, and in a flash he was posing me like Ella friggin' Macpherson! The camera pulled us along the coast, then up to the rim where stone cairns marked many a Kodak moment. This was the first Bahamian island with any significant height, and the sweeping views in every direction made it impossible to keep our finger off the shutter button.

Having nearly used up every digital bit, we made our way back down to the coral dotted pool where Dinky Duck bobbed on the bank. I relaxed on the beach while Don, now equipped with the Nikon's underwater case, headed across the 'catwalk,' a narrow gap that allowed the cool Atlantic waters to flow through our little oasis. Unfortunately, when he returned from his subsurface photo shoot, we discovered seawater had infiltrated the case, thus killing the electronics and abruptly ending our swimsuit modeling careers. Contrary to Paul Simon's pleas, 'Hamas took our Kodachrome away!

The Catwalk
~ The Catwalk ~
Fairytale Ending
Starvation induced us to leave the glamorous vistas on the ridge and our bread-fest awaited. Back onboard our bellies were soon satiated, but our spirits remained eager for a bit of discourse and camaraderie, so we turned the dinghy's tiller back to Staniel Cay once more. The soft light and spirited murmurs pouring from the Yacht Club enticed us to enter, park ourselves on a barstool, and immerse ourselves in the out-islander's interests.

Under a plethora of tattered boat burgees bordered by bar bumper-stickers from afar, everyone was caught up in the events unfolding on TV. But it wasn't some winning sports team that sent all abuzz; no triumphant turn, no touted trophy, no title taken. Rather it was the nuptials of nobles Prince William and Princess Kate that had everyone in a celebratory mood! Though thousands of miles apart; both physically, pomp and circumstantially, the family ties between Britain and the Bahamas were still very strong in the hearts of these islanders.

Our Own Little Galaxy
Our journey home that night was under an inky, moonless sky and my sleepy, serene demeanor was nearly extinguished by a sense of rising panic. Completely engulfed in this lightless, colorless abyss of a night, I couldn't help but feel like we were rocketing full throttle toward wide open ocean! Then I thought "At least I'll die happy and leave good looking pictures behind to boot!"

But no worries. The captain knew his way and within moments, we reached the concealing edge of Big Majors and the anchorage just beyond. All at once, a galaxy of mast lights blinked into view. We rounded the bend and aimed toward the brightest, most beautiful star in the bunch – our floating home – Re Metau.

For a sailor, it was just your average, sundry day. Basically, we'd taken the trash out, gotten gas and groceries, occupied ourselves with a favorite hobby, and watched a little evening television. Yet it was the kind of day that left me with an overwhelming sense of joy because this life as a sailor transformed normal – into memorable. The mundane became significant, the environment always inspired awe, and the ride was invariably–Outta this World!

2011 — Bahamas Cruise
Articles
Obtaining an Aspiration
Paradise Next Door
18 Feb thru 23 May
Obtaining an Aspiration
Bahamas Bound
Bahamas Bound
Feb
A Windfall of Spare Time
AWOL for the Boat Haul
Preparing for a Bahamas Cruise
Feb
AWOL for the Boat Haul
Provisioning Scents, Cents & Sensibility
Provisioning for the Bahamas
Mar
Scents, Cents & Sensibility
Going to Anchor before Going Abroad
Boot Key Harbor Departure
23 & 24 Mar
Going to Anchor before Going Abroad
Safe, Sound & Lounging Around
Bimini
25 Mar
Safe, Sound & Lounging Around
The Wonderland of Alice Town
Alice Town, North Bimini
26 Mar
The Wonderland of Alice Town
In Search of the Queen
Bimini Flats
27 Mar
In Search of the Queen
Exotic Excursions
South Bimini
28 Mar
Exotic Excursions
A Great Harbour Hidden in the Berries
Berry Islands
29 & 30 Mar
A Great Harbour Hidden in the Berries
Decline of the Concubine
Great Harbour Cay
31 Mar
Decline of the Concubine
An Endless Honeymoon
Sugar Beach Caves
01 Apr
An Endless Honeymoon
Strange Worlds
Great Harbour Blue Hole
02 Apr
Strange Worlds
A Phenomenal Day
Fanny Cay, Berry Islands
03 Apr
A Phenomenal Day
Soldiering On
Sailing to Soldier Cay
07 Apr
Soldiering On
Cosmic Waters
Hoffman Cay Blue Hole
08 Apr
Cosmic Waters
Barry and the Beguiling Bay
Little Harbour Cay
10 Apr
Barry and the Beguiling Bay
Paradise Lost
Sailing to New Providence
12 Apr
Paradise Lost
Spirit of Serendipity
Death in Paradise
13 Apr
Spirit of Serendipity
Nassau Anew
Nassau
14-17
Nassau Anew
Kaleidoscope
Allen & Leaf Cay
23-25
Kaleidoscope
Sorry Lore of Normans
Norman's Cay
25-27
Sorry Lore of Normans
Treasured Island
Shroud Cay
28 Apr
Treasured Island
Bluebloods, Brits, Banshees, Bones and Buccaneers
Warderick Wells
29 Apr
Bluebloods, Brits, Banshees, Bones and Buccaneers
Bumming with a Different Breed
Big Majors Spot
01 May
Bumming with a Different Breed
Sundries of a Sailor's Life
Staniel Cay
04 May
Sundries of a Sailor's Life
It Was Neat
Thunderball
10 May
It Was Neat
The Pendent on the Emerald Necklace
George Town, Great Exuma
7 & 8 May
The Pendent on the Emerald Necklace
The Wild Isle
Stocking Island Hike, Great Exuma
12 May
The Wild Isle
Bush Medicine
William's Town, Little Exuma
13 & 14 May
Bahamian Bush Medicine
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