|Image via Wikipedia|
|THE ACKLINS ISLANDS ARE IN RED|
The sunrise this morning was shrouded behind the clouds ushering in the expected blow. The powerful fishing boat left but Quest remained in our little bay with only a re-anchoring for slightly more protection and a little less surge.
|THE SUN STRUGGLES FOR PURCHASE IN THE CLOUD CONGESTED SKIES|
The Acklins Islands were once home to thriving cotton plantations before the crops were wiped out by the dreaded blight. Although it is sparsely populated now, the surrounding waters are popular for tarpon and bonefishing.
The dark and threatening clouds finally dumped a little rain on us but then moved out, always keeping just out of our cove. We motored to both Acklins Island where Dan collected abandoned floats to adorn a beach shrub then on over to the expansive beach on Lady Slipper Cay. There were no footprints anywhere on this beach and we enjoyed placing our stamp as we sifted the sand for unusual shells.
|ANOTHER ARTESTIC ENDEVOR BY DAN|
|THE RESULTS OF TODAY'S COLLECTING|
|YES, WEW CAN HEAR YOU NOW!! CONCH WIRELESS|
|QUEST NESTLED IN THE LARGE ATWOOD HARBOR|
By nightfall the skies came alive with light flashes all around our little bay but we were safe and sound.