Allens Pensacola

5.18.11

We left around 1000 this morning to head back up to Spanish Cay. In our excitement since leaving March Harbour, we had lost count of how many days we had been out and had unexpectedly run out of water. So, we went to the marina for a few minutes to refill the tank and get some groceries. This was a bit of a double back, but it was a nice day for a sail, so we didn't mind.
Unfortunately, as usually occurs, when mid-day came, the wind died down and we had to motor the last few hours. We arrived at Allens-Pensacola around 5pm, got the hook down on the second try and took Koa to the beach. This was the most gorgeous beach we had seen in all of the Abacos. The sand was silky smooth between our toes and the water was crystal clear. Koa quickly lost interest in his toy today and took up a new game – searching for conch shells. He realized he could see through the water so he would walk around until he could see one at his feet. Then he would dunk his head in for a few seconds and if he couldn't pull it out with his mouth, he would start furiously pawing the ground, rolling it closer to shore. These efforts were fruitless because eventually he would stir up so much sand he would lose the shell. But he would wait patiently for it to dissipate and then start the ritual all over again. It provided us with at least an hour of entertainment.
That night was the first, and only, night of solid sleep we had. The wind didn't blow over 10 and the water was like a lake. We were excited to get up the next day and explore this gorgeous island.
Of course, Mother Nature had other plans....