While we hated to leave George Town, the wind was calling, and we needed to begin our journey North so that we could get back to Georgia to Brunswick Landing Marina. We would be joined by our friend Bob on his power cat who would be ensuring us that the narrow cut was deep enough for us to get through out of hole 2. Later that day, Chris, Sue, and their pup Finnigan would also be leaving hole 2 and would join us at Cave Cay.
It was bit rollie coming out of the cut there in George Town, so I had to sit with the dogs until it smoothed out a bit. Once the waves calmed down the dogs got comfortable in their favorite spots.
We needed to time our entry into Cave Cut to ensure we did not have a rage with the wind and tide. We slowed down for a bit, so we did not get there too soon. When we slowed down Tess and I were able to enjoy lounging on the front of the boat.
We had the fishing pole out with high hopes of catching a mahi-mahi. No luck on the mahi- mahi but we did catch a barracuda.
Tracey and John were out there with us taking on the wind as was several other boats. Bob was further ahead of us in his power cat. He would arrive at Cay Cut a little too early to go through the cut without experiencing the rage. He said it was a gnarly booger going through it.
This was our first time at Cave Cay, and I would easily go back there again. We were feeling really blessed to have such an easy-going passage. Spirits were high as we anchored. I reflected on what it was like when we made our way South in December, the experience was nerve wracking. Now I am more confident in reading the weather, the tides, and plotting our routes. Don’t get me wrong, it is still nerve wracking but in a different way.
Chris and Sue would arrive about an hour after we did. We enjoyed sundowners on John and Tracey’s boat and mapped out the plans for the next day.
We are looking forward to having you guys back!