This morning, we loaded ourselves and our repaired canvas into the dinghy and headed out towards Dream Catcher. It was a low tide this morning, so we had to take the long way around Man-O-War cay. It was pretty calm so we didn't have any trouble on the 6 mile trek.

Between the heat of the day, the intense sun beating down on us and the length of the trip, it sort of felt like we were on some sort of Bataan dinghy death march, but sort of with less death. Maybe? Sorta?

Anyhow, once at the boat, Amy helped me remove our stack pack and mainsail and then re-install the bimini and sun screens. I had decided yesterday that I wanted to bring the stack pack home and inspect it as it has been up and in the sun for the last three seasons without a break.

We also stripped the covers off all our cockpit cushion so that we can cycle them through our washing machine back at the house. They've been in need of a wash for sometime now and it once they are clean I will inspect them for any signs of give at the seems.

We loaded the pack and the other odds and ends into the dinghy and then putted over to see Gillian and George at St. Francis. We hung out with them for an hour before heading across the harbour to pick up some supplies.

We stopped off in town to get some veggies and rum and then we motored down along Great Exuma island, over the "haul over" and back to Bailey's dock. The tide was almost full and so we were able to take the very shallow and much shorter route home.

Once the dinghy was secure, we loaded our supplies into the truck and drove back up the hill to our temporary home away from home. Amy put stuff away and I made pizza for dinner. It was good and there were no leftovers.

In the late afternoon we had a tremendous thunderstorm roll through. It was quite violent and spawned several funnel clouds of death and destruction. For the record, we hid inside with the weasels.

More to follow, end of line ....