The Infamous Nippers on Great Guana Cay

The weekend brought another chance to get out and about in the Abacos, to wander aimlessly, as Will says on the Cruisers Net. Where to go? Let’s head over to Great Guana Cay. We had stopped there twice (Great Guana Cay and A Visit with Friends from Home) on our last trip, but this time we would be there on a Sunday. Sunday = Nippers Beach Bar & Grill’s infamous Pig Roast. Time to do the tourist thing and check out this famous rowdy Sunday event.

The day was cool as we motored over to Great Guana Cay, but the sun was shining and gave us some warmth. We anchored just north of the inner harbor at Guana. The water was simply beautiful. I say it over and over, but sometimes I just can’t believe it is really this beautiful until I look down again and see right through it. That’s what we like most about getting out and about – the gorgeous clear green-blue water.

The shadow of the dinghy on the bottom. My toes splashing in the cool water.

The shadow of the dinghy on the bottom. My toes splashing in the cool water.

The sun felt warm so I spent time on the transom peeling off the flaking skin from some conch shells. A 20-minute dip int he water also felt good, although the stare was only 72 degrees (was 80 in December) and the air was barely 70.

The sun felt warm so I spent time on the transom peeling off the flaking skin from some conch shells. A 20-minute dip in the water also felt good, although the water was only 72 degrees (was 80 in December) and the air was barely 70.

After a quiet afternoon, Magnolia joined us, arriving from Man O’ War where they had spent the afternoon. We ate dinner onboard Kindred Spirit, enjoying good company once again. By evening the anchorage was no longer so quiet. There were another dozen boats and a pulsating beat coming from the beach bar.

Kindred Spirit at anchor. (Photo credit goes to Anthony on Magnolia)

Kindred Spirit at anchor. (Photo credit goes to Anthony on Magnolia)

A relaxing morning and then it was time to venture in for the Sunday Pig Roast at Nippers.  😉

Dive Guana, home of Troy who frequently gives weather reports for the Cruisers Net in the morning. WE beached the dinghies in front of Grabbers, a beach bar. Who can resist hammocks? Every beach should have one or ten.

Dive Guana, home of Troy, who frequently gives weather reports for the Cruisers Net in the morning. We beached the dinghies in front of Grabbers, a beach bar. Who can resist hammocks? Every beach should have one or ten.

From Grabbers we walked across the island to the ocean side. Sights along the way —

Sights along the way -- No fear of getting lost with a sign for Nippers like this. This tractor was almost camouflaged not eh other side of the path.

No fear of getting lost with a sign for Nippers like this. This tractor was almost camouflaged with stickers and paint on the other side of the path.

Poisonwood Tree has beautiful orange bark on the trunk and limbs and is used for carving and furniture, but the clear sap oozes out an dturns black. Touchign the sap results in a red itching burning blistered rash. Yikes! Stay AWAY from it! The posion wood tree has a good side. Its nectar feeds butterflies.

The Poisonwood Tree has beautiful orange bark on the trunk and limbs and is used for carving and furniture, but the clear sap oozes out and turns black. Touching the sap results in a red itching burning blistered rash. Yikes! Stay AWAY from it! The Poisonwood tree’s good side — its nectar feeds butterflies.

And then, rising ahead of us, was the multi-colored and multi-leveled Nippers complex.

Nippers has pools for cooling off (no need for that on this day) and an outstanding view of the ocean from the upper decks.

Nippers has a pool for cooling off (no need for that on this day) and an outstanding view of the ocean from the upper decks.

Pig Roast Sunday draws a crowd, but it really wasn't too bad.

Pig Roast Sunday draws a crowd, but it really wasn’t too bad. Bottom picture is from Anthony who unknowingly caught us coming down the steps.

About the Pig Roast. There was no whole pig turning and roasting on a spit over a fire. Now that would have been special. Instead the “pig roast” is a buffet of barbecue pork and chicken with traditional Bahamian sides.

Our "Pig Roast " lunch. You get these cute little tokens for the buffet line.

Our “Pig Roast ” lunch – pork, chicken, mac ‘n’ cheese, cornbread (not like any corn bread I know), beans & rice, interesting cole slaw, and some fruit salad, aka fruit cocktail.  You get these little tokens for the buffet line.

“Nipper Juice” is the bar’s specialty tropical drink, a grown-up slushy made of rum, rum, rum, orange juice, pineapple, and grenadine, and is a lot stronger than it tastes. I did the ultimate tourist thing and bought their Tervis tumbler which becomes a reasonable deal when filled with the juice. I’d rather have the tumbler than wear a shirt with “Nippers” written across it.

Drinking our "Nippers Juice"

Drinking our “Nippers Juice”

In spite of the cool weather, people were enjoying the beach, especially these little naked nippers.

In spite of the cool weather, people were enjoying the beach, especially these little naked nippers.

The four of us walked the beach, the true attraction at Nippers; it stretches for a long way, just sand and blue water.

The beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean

The beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean with a blue sky and puffy white clouds. Ahhhhhh….bliss.

On the beach with my sweetheart. (Thank you, Anthony for such a nice picture.)

On the beach with my sweetheart. (Thank you, Anthony for such a nice picture.)

Nothing like a gold and burning orange sunset to end a fine day.

Nothing like a gold and burning orange sunset to end a fine day.

Final thoughts about Nippers? It’s ok. The setting is great but the “Pig Roast” is nothing special. Am I glad we did it? Of course!

Singing and Writing

It’s not all beaches, eating, and drinking down here. Hope Town attracts and creates lots of interesting things to attend and to do.There’s been some singing and writing going on around here.

In January, the Princeton co-ed acapella singing group, Shere Khan, comes to Hope Town to perform at the St James Methodist Church every other year, the same Hope Town schedule that we seem to be on. We were excited to hear their benefit concert again, all for the church’s youth group and for a children’s home in Nassau. There were some new members of the group as students graduate over the years and some familiar faces.

Shere Khan comes to Hope Town again!

Shere Khan comes to Hope Town again.

The Princeton students warming up behind the church.

The Princeton students warming up behind the church.

A very enjoyable evening! I must be getting older because I don't recognize as many of the songs as I did when our children sang acapella in college, 15 years ago. Our favorite was Simon & Garfunkel's "You Can Call Me Al." Gee, I wonder why?

A very enjoyable evening! I must be getting older because I don’t recognize as many of the songs as I did when our children sang acapella in college, 15 years ago. Our favorite was Simon & Garfunkel’s “You Can Call Me Al.” Gee, I wonder why?

file_lRsQrpAnother event combined singing and writing in the now annual Patrick Davis Hope Town Songwriters Festival. Festival organizer Lorenzo Barigelli of the Firefly Sunset Resort on the western shore of Elbow Cay invited singer-songwriter Patrick Davis to perform at the resort in 2013. Patrick Davis is a South Carolina bred, Nashville-based country rock singer/songwriter with songs recorded by Jewel, Darius Rucker, Jimmy Buffett, Lady Antebellum & many more. Davis transformed the invitation into a trial songwriters festival which became the 1st Annual Patrick Davis Hope Town Songwriters Festival.” Since 2013, Patrick Davis has overseen the creation of four highly successful Songwriters in Paradise Festivals in beautiful locations such as Cabo, Punta Mita, Mayakoba, and our own Hope Town, Abacos – “in the round, around the world.” These unique venues are more intimate and casual, as well as more engaging, than a typical concert tour.

The 4th Annual Festival was held for 6 days here at 6 locations – Firefly Sunset Resort, Abaco Inn, Harbour’s Edge, Sea Spray Resort, Hope Town Inn and Marina, and Lubbers Landing (on Lubbers Quarters). Meet and Greet, In the Round, Unplugged Acoustic Jam, and a Farewell Jam. Many people attend every one of the seven performances, but we just don’t have the stamina for that (How I wish we did, but the evening ones don’t begin until 8 pm……..) We did get to two of the performances.

The crowd at Hope Town Inn and Marina listening to the singers/writers.

The crowd at Hope Town Inn and Marina spread from the bar to the sand, listening to the singers/writers.

Jammin'

Jammin’

Django Macy

Top left – JT Hodges and Django Walker                                                                                                   Bottom left – Macy Malone                                                                         Right side – Patrick Davis

The final performance was in the afternoon at the Abaco Inn. Not only can we stay awake for this, but the photos are a little better - win-win.

The final performance was in the afternoon at the Abaco Inn. Not only can we stay awake for this, but the photos are a little better – win-win.

Patrick Davis Kristian Bush

Upper left – Patrick Davis on the right and I don’t know the name of the other singer.               Lower left – JT Hodges                                                                                                                                  Right – Kristian Bush, my personal favorite. One half of the country music duo “Sugarland” with Jennifer Nettles

Abaco Inn singers collage 2

To hear them tell their stories, these singers and songwriters know how to enjoy themselves here on island time.

To hear them tell their stories, these singers and songwriters know how to enjoy themselves here on island time.

My only disappointment was that they never sang the official Hope Town Theme song written specifically for the festival. I’m glad I have it on my iTunes playlist from two years ago and also on the blog from 2013. It’s a cute upbeat number.

Anthony & Annette (Magnolia) with us at the Abaco Inn Farewell Jam (thanks to Anthony for the group selfie.)

Anthony & Annette (Magnolia) with us at the Abaco Inn Farewell Jam (thanks to Anthony for the group selfie.)

Lastly, we go back to “writing” this week for the 14th Annual Hope Town “Writers Read”  presentation. This is an evening when the Hope Town Writers Circle selects members to read their work aloud to an audience. The circle meets on Thursdays and is open to anyone who wants to try their hand at the written word. They share ideas, encouragement, feedback and friendship. The “Writers Read” program  is free, but tickets are scarce. Cruising friends gave me their tickets when they learned they could not be here this week. I could not talk either my captain or Magnolia’s into this, so it became a “girls night out.” Annette and Michele from Simple Life joined me, and we had a thoroughly delightful and engaging evening.

Writers Read was held at the Hope Town Harbour Lodge.

Writers Read was held at the Hope Town Harbour Lodge.

The twenty writers ranged in age from elementary school to octogenarian, born and raised in the Abacos to second-home owner and cruiser, male and female. Their works were poetry, biography, personal experiences, or fiction. Below are photos of four that I knew. Luke is a 5th grader at Hope Town Primary School with a passion for lighthouses; Sharon lives in Oriental, NC (remember our Joaquin hurricane dinner there?) and here on Elbow Cay; Vernon is a native of Elbow Cay and has served as minister and public official here in Hope Town; Di brings her catamaran, Caesar’s Ghost, to Hope Town each winter (in her mid-80’s, she is inspiring).

Luke, 5th grader at Hope Town Primary School

Clockwise from the upper left – Luke, Di, Vernon, Sharon

Annette, and two Michele(s), both spelled with only one L.

Annette, and two Michele(s), both spelled with only one L.

Another first for me on this evening – I was the chauffeur by dinghy, and it was the first time I ever used it alone in the dark.  Check that one off – can do!

Kindred Spirit as Ferry Boat

_wsb_397x470_MOW+Flea+MarketKindred Spirit, the Mariner Orient 38 trawler, is a multi-talented boat. She is our home for now and our transportation. She has served as a cargo ship and a temporary storage unit for friends. Yesterday, Kindred Spirit tried out a new role as a ferry boat.

And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky

… lyrics from Sweet Thing sung by Van Morrison and also by Jeff Buckley

 

Ferries from the other islands were all taking reservations for the trip to the Man O’ War Flea Market. We decided to gather a few friends and use Kindred Spirit as our own personal ferry for the 5 mile trip from Hope Town. Dan and Marcia (Cutting Class) and Anthony and Annette (Magnolia) joined us for the day trip.

Magnolia's dinghy was left tied to ur mooring, a sure sign that THIS moorings not available for pick up. Cutting Class's dinghy and ours were tied off of the transom. All seemed just fine..........

Magnolia’s dinghy was left tied to our mooring, a sure sign that THIS mooring was  not available for pick up.
Cutting Class’s dinghy and ours were tied off of the transom.
All seemed just fine……….

bring back dinghy

A look back as we were leaving the harbor and — uh oh!!!! A dinghy is loose!!! A kind gentleman on a skiff quickly grabbed the line and brought the wayward dinghy back. As he handed off the line, he commented, “If you can’t tie a knot, tie a lot.” 😉 It happens to us all at one time or another.

Man time on the aft deck. Maybe they were keeping a closer eye on those sneaky little dinghies??

Man time on the aft deck. Maybe they were keeping a closer eye on those sneaky little dinghies??

Ladies on the bridge, steering and navigating. Al handed the wheel over to Annette who did a very fine job as captain. Her first time handling a trawler.

Ladies on the bridge, steering and navigating. Al handed the wheel over to Annette who did a very fine job as captain. Her first time handling a trawler.

Whoa! The dinghy dock is more crowded than we have ever seen!!

Whoa! The dinghy dock is more crowded than we have ever seen!!

Man O' War

Man O’ War

We were surprised and delighted to see so many people wandering about.

We were surprised and delighted to see so many people wandering about.

In addition to the flea market tables, there were food tents and games for the children.

In addition to the flea market tables, there were food tents and games for the children.

A little group of musician entertained folks as they shopped and ate.

A little group of musicians entertained folks as they shopped and ate.

While the girls hunted for bargains, the "boys" had their ice cream fix - Pirate's Plunder, that chocolatey Bahamian favorite.

While the girls hunted for bargains, the “boys” had their ice cream fix – Pirate’s Plunder, that chocolatey Bahamian favorite.

Annette in the loft of the "Sail Loft." We both enjoy visiting this shop and chatting with the ladies who sit and sew at their very ancient and durable sewing machines.

Annette in the loft of the “Sail Loft.” We both enjoy visiting this shop and chatting with the ladies who sit and sew at their very ancient and durable sewing machines.

Funny story about this next photo. I ran into another cruiser, Sandy on Horizon, that I had met two years ago in Ferdandina Beach, FL, who excitedly said I must meet her friend, “the other Kindred Spirit.” We had heard the call sign “Kindred Spirits” on the VHF since we arrived in Hope Town and did see this other Kindred Spirit once over in Marsh Harbour – a large and stately Nordhaven motorsailer. Sandy introduced me to Karen who exclaimed she needed a selfie of us together!  😉 As we talked, I was most amazed to hear how they came to name their Kindred Spirits. From Anne of Green Gables – just like us. Imagine that. At least we can distinguish each other by the plural and the singular, although that is often hard to determine on the VHF.

"the other Kindred Spirit."

Karen from “the other Kindred Spirit,”  — Kindred Spirits.

The six of us enjoying our day at the Man O' War Flea Market.

The six of us enjoying our day at the Man O’ War Flea Market.

By noon we were ready to return to Hope Town. The dinghies behaved very well on the return trip. I took the helm form beginning to end for this leg. So, I am thinking, ladies, when do we do an all girls trip and leave the guys behind????

By noon we were ready to return to Hope Town. The dinghies behaved very well on the return trip. I took the helm from beginning to end for this leg. So, I am thinking, ladies, when shall we do an all-girls trip and leave the guys behind????

After naps and chores, we gathered on Magnolia for dinner. Anthony made his delish chili.

The chef at work in his galley, serving up the A2B chili special.

The chef at work in his galley, serving up the A2B chili special.

Magnolia has a Single Sideband marine radio and made arrangements with Sue and Dave on san cles (our other Shenny cruising buddies) to talk. They are the truly salty ones and are now in the Dominican Republic. How cool was it to chat with them on the SSB??? Very cool. We are all so happy for them off having the adventure of a lifetime!

Magnolia has a Single Sideband marine radio and made arrangements with Sue and Dave on san cles (our other Shenny cruising buddies) to talk. They are the truly salty ones and are now in the Dominican Republic. How cool was it to chat with them on the SSB??? Very cool. We are all so happy for them, off having the adventure of a lifetime!

Dinner on Magnolia (just love the Morgan's salon and dining room - brings back memories!)

Dinner on Magnolia. We feel at home on this sister ship, a Morgan 44 CC.

Another day, another “first.”  Good times with good friends on the water.

 

 

Just a Nice Day

We get one nice day per week now, an improvement from the no nice days, week after week. “Nice” is defined as no rain, low winds. We’re not asking much, are we? We packed lunches and took off in our dinghies for Tahiti Beach, with Cutting Class. Tahiti is the go-to place when you only have a day.

The water was incredibly clear that morning, but the dinghy was speeding through the water and my slow eyes just couldn’t see everything. I imagined how nice a glass-bottomed kayak would be.

It was dead low tide at Tahiti with a nice crescent beach to wander. At higher tides we snorkel in the shallow water to find sea glass and treasures, but this day was a good opportunity to photograph the ripples in the sand.

Footprints and ripples in the sand at a very low tide on this slightly cloudy morning.

Footprints and ripples in the sand at a very low tide on this slightly cloudy morning.

And an even closer look. I think they are very cool.

A closer look at the ripples. I think they are very cool.

Three little hermit crabs

Three little hermit crabs

Two old conch shells washed ashore. They have been around for awhile.

Two old conch shells washed ashore. They have been around for awhile.

I was off wading in the water on the opposite side of the beach when I spied a dark shape swimming near. As luck would have it, I did not have my camera in hand. Dashed back to the beach blanket to grab the camera and back out to the ray. He was farther away and the photo isn't very clear. Have to take my word for it - it was a big sting ray.

I was off wading in the water on the opposite side of the beach when I spied a dark shape swimming near. As luck would have it, I did not have my camera in hand. Dashed back to the beach blanket to grab the camera and back out to the ray. He was farther away and the photo isn’t very clear. Have to take my word for it – it was a big sting ray.

Not a great day of beach combing, but not awful either. Gathered some nice sunrise tellurian shells (the pink and yellow stripings.)

Not a great day of beach combing, but not awful either. Gathered some nice sunrise tellin shells (the pink and yellow stripping) and two clean and complete crab shells.

Hanging out with our Bahama/Connecticut buddies, Marcia and Dan.

Hanging out with our Bahama/Connecticut buddies, Marcia and Dan.

Elbow Cay Lighthouse, standing tall to let us know we are almost "home."

Elbow Cay Lighthouse, standing tall to let us know we are almost “home.”

Magnolia, our Morgan buddy boat, was returning to Hope Town that day after wandering around the Exumas for the past ten weeks.

Happy hour on the flybridge, something we have not been able to do very often.

Happy hour on the flybridge, something we have not been able to do very often.

I made my "deconstructed lasagna" for a welcome back dinner. Dan refers to it as "self-destructing lasagna" which must mean he plays a key role in destructing the meal. ;-)

I made my “deconstructed lasagna” for a welcome back dinner. Dan refers to it as “self-destructing lasagna” which must mean he plays a key role in destructing the meal. 😉

Allow-calorie dinner, complete with an ice cream ending. How else would you celebrate friendship?

A low-calorie dinner, complete with an ice cream ending. How else would you celebrate friendship?

Hope Town harbor has been incredibly crowded this winter with open mooring balls in very short supply. I’m not sure if it is because there are more cruising boats and definitely more charter boats around than two years ago or because the boats are moving about as much because the weather has been so poor. We knew we were going to base ourselves here so we take our mooring for a month at a time, adding a “reserve” buoy to it when we do leave for a few days. Sometimes we worry that even the reserve sign won’t prevent someone from taking the mooring. There was no open mooring for Magnolia when she arrived, so Anthony and Annette anchored outside Elbow Cay. That’s fine for a calm night, but the winds were predicted to pick up once again. Early the next morning, Al spotted an open green mooring and quickly made arrangements with Truman, the owner.

Magnolia entering the crowded harbor. Al handing off the mooring lines to Anthony. We all feel better knowing they are safely secured and can rest after their salty travels.

Right – Magnolia entering the crowded harbor.
Left – Al handing off the mooring lines to Anthony.                                                                                   We all feel better knowing they are safely secured and can rest after their salty travels.

This was simply a really nice day, nothing extraordinary, as far as new experiences or places, except that good friends are extraordinary gifts wherever you are. Nice = extraordinary.

Got Conch?

It’s no secret that I love the coral-colored queen conch shell. I took a look back at some of my old blog posts from 2014 and surprised myself at the many photos of conch shells – the ones we collected (Beach and Sea Treasures), the conch horns Al made (Sounding the Conch Horn 1 & 2), and the various ways people decorate with conch shells.

My hand-painted baby plate

My love of conch shells had an early beginning with this hand-painted baby plate made for me. My mother’s family name was “Schell” and my given name has a shell sound to it — “miss shell”. Oddly enough though, it wasn’t until 60 years later that I began to collect conch shells.

From the Bahamas National Trust: The Queen Conch’s scientific name is Strombus gigs. “The conch is a large sea snail. It has a large shell with a short conical spire with blunt spikes. The shell’s exterior is orangeish (not always apparent because of algal growth; the aperture (opening to the inside of the shell) is a shiny rosy pink colour. The mollusk itself has a mottled gray head with a large proboscis (like a nose or beak) and long eye stalks with eyes at the end. Beneath the shell is a strong foot with a “claw” like a pointed toenail. Conchs are either male or female just like people. The male has a black arm over his right eye. The female conch has a groove that runs down the right side of her foot.”

Conch shells have been rare during this winter of 2015-2016. We have not been able to collect as many conch shells as 2014, none at all for quite a while. How could I match the 24 that I brought home from our first trip?? I’ve been pretty disappointed. 🙁

Then, late one afternoon, at the Hope Town Inn and Marina, I spied a fishing boat on the dock cleaning the day’s catch. A closer look and wowweee, the guy was cleaning conch, something I had never watched before. I didn’t want to bother him while he was working but couldn’t resist watching and asking a few questions. Also grabbed my camera for photographs, which I tried to take discreetly.

This was my first opportunity to see someone “crack” or “knock” a conch, the process of separating the animal from its lovely home. The tools are simple, a hammer, screwdriver, and knife, but the technique is challenging.

cracking conch

He holds the shell with the opening downward and the point inward, hitting the shell with the hammer to make a hole on the spire between the 2nd and 3rd row of pointy nubs.  A knife is inserted in the hole and the tendon is cut which releases the conch.

cleaning conch

It is called “jooking” when the animal is finally pulled out by its foot-like body part. Cleaning the conch is messy and tricky and known as “slopping.” Oh yeah, I get that.                                     Although the shell is beautiful, IMHO, the creature inside is ……, there really is no tactful way to describe it. It’s ugly.

Al agreed that I could have three conchs to take home, but after he left, I talked the conch guy into one more. They were beautiful mature specimens.

The shell's exterior is bit grimy with overgrowth, but when turned over the bright coral colors are shining.

The shell’s exterior is bit grimy with overgrowth, but when turned over the bright coral colors are shining.

After acquiring the shells, they require cleaning which starts with a bath in bleach water complete with vigorous scrubbing. Tow of them had some conch bits left inside. Al had to pry and pick them out so they didn't stink up the boat. He's really pretty indulgent about my obsessions. ;-)

After acquiring the shells, they required cleaning, which starts with a bath in bleach water complete with vigorous scrubbing. Two of them had some conch bits left inside. Al had to pry and pick them out so they didn’t stink up the boat. He’s really pretty indulgent about my obsessions.    😉

It’s also no secret to anyone who knows me well that I do not like to eat conch. I’ve tried, tasting conch salad, conch fritters, cracked conch. I just don’t care for the texture or taste. So there won’t be any photos of any conch specialities.

The Queen Conch is endangered because many other people do like to eat conch in all forms. So much so that the Bahamas exports $5-$7 million dollars worth of conch each year. The February 1, 2016 edition of The Abaconian, ran an article about the status of the conch population. Over-harvesting has already led to commercial extinction in Florida and Haiti. Bahamian regulations require that any conch harvested must be fully mature with a lip thickness of 15 millimeters (about .2 inches.)   Successful mating and reproduction requires a minimum density of fifty adult conch per hectare with 100 conch per hectare for sustainability. (The hectare is a metric unit of area defined as 10,000 square meters, 100 meters by 100 meters. Picture two footballs side by side for a rough estimate of a hectare’s size). Research has confirmed that in every commercial fishing ground surveyed over the past five years has less than 10 conchs per hectare, a density which cannot sustain reproduction.

As we travel around the Abacos, we see evidence of how many conch are harvested, and that many are only juveniles without a fully developed mature lip.

Piles of empty conch shells by the docks in Man O' War and here in Hope Town.

Piles of empty discarded conch shells by the docks in Man O’ War and here in Hope Town.

The day we dinghied around Snake Cay, we stumbled upon even more conch graveyards.

Feeling sad about seeing all of these old discarded conch shells.

Feeling sad about seeing all of these old discarded conch shells.

The water was so clear and shallow that we spotted this living conch beneath us.

The water was so clear and shallow that we spotted this living conch beneath us.

We came upon this pile of conch shells that looks more recent with more color.

We came upon this pile of conch shells that looks more recent with more color.

I talked Al into dinghying close enough to climb onto the rocky little island and pick out a few shells.

I talked Al into dinghying close enough to climb onto the rocky little “island” and pick out a few shells.

Six more conch shells in our dinghy.

Six more conch shells in our dinghy.

We have kept these two beauties out on display.

We have kept these two beauties out on display.