Aunt Pat's Bay, Elbow Cay

We are anchored in a spot called Aunt Pat's Bay which is weird because I actually have an Aunt Pat in Chicago (Hi, Aunt Pat!). This afternoon at low tide we dinghied over to Tahiti Beach which is a beautiful beach that is completely submerged by the tide most of the time. When we have a chance we'll post some photos.

The main reason we came over here was to go to the Full Moon Party at Cracker P's on an island called Lubbers Quarter. A little local history: Cracker P was an actual person, Paul John Simmons, who was born in Georgia in 1879. In 1915 after his family duck caused some trouble in the neighborhood, the Cracker got into a fight and (cue the Marley music. Or Eric Clapton, if you prefer...) shot and killed the sheriff. He did not shoot the deputy. A wanted man, he came here to Abaco and lived the life of an eccentric recluse until he passed away in 1954.

At the Full Moon Party we took advantage of the all-you-can-eat buffet and gorged ourselves on wahoo (WaHOO!) roast beef and bbq chicken. We got our money's worth out of the buffet but were again confronted with the $5 beer. So we drank sloooowly and spent much of the evening people watching, trying to guess who was a cruiser on a boat and who was here at a rental cottage. With the women it was easy...just look at the shoes. Sneakers? Cruiser. Clicky high heels? Socialite. Women wearing sandals or flip-flops required more thought depending on whether it was a pair of swanky beaded flip-flops probably too nice for ever setting foot on the beach (socialite. Does Manolo Blahnik make flip-flops?) or whether you had seen the same pair of shoes in the dollar bin at Target (cruiser). Another way to tell who was who was to look at the age...if they were young and fashionably dressed they were most likely to be a landlubber staying at a cottage; older folks who took full advantage of the Luby's-style buffet were most likely retirees on a boat. (As young unfashionably dressed folks, I'm not sure where we fit in). Of course the couple holding hands next to us threw us for a loop. He was an older gentlemen with distinguished silver hair and dapper clothes. She was a petite blonde, fashionably dressed and probably only a couple years older than me. Her shoes (sensible but trendy sandals) gave us no help. My guess is that they were staying on the megayacht.

Where we are:
Lat: N 26 30.392'
Long: W 76 58.982'