Great Harbor Cay Marina and Bullocks Harbor. The night was not too bad, but the winds shifted to the south and the wavelets bounced off the hull, making the annoying "slap, slap" sound that wakes you up every 30 minutes. It seemed that a few rogue waves would work their way in about every 20 minutes. Early the following morning, after we'd listened to the latest weather reports on the HF radio, we motored into the narrow channel that has been virtually cut through rock, into the piece and tranquility of this protected harbor. The Wavey Line charts showed good depths, but other chart sources showed the bottom as grass with poor holding. We found that our Manson Supreme set right away in the grass and held. We didn't expect any bad weather.
Great Harbor Cay Marina, and we didn't want to be in the channel. That turned out to be a mistake later on. What a major difference from the lumpy conditions outside to the calm and tranquility we experienced in the basin. Our friends anchored directly behind us and launched their dinghy. After coffee and breakfast it was decided that the settlement needed some investigation. The down side was that it was Sunday so everything was going to be closed. Getting to the settlement of Bullocks Harbor from our anchorage meant going back out the cut and skirting the shoreline until we reached the concrete wall of the Government Dock. Dinghies can be tied up inside a small basin at the far end of the dock out of the way of any supply boats that might arrive. The wall is pretty rough, and rusty nails protrude from the concrete. It's not friendly to inflatables and probably not a good idea in rougher weather. As we expected, everything was closed for the day. The settlement has several small restaurants, a few small grocery stores and a hardware store that carries electrical and building supplies. It's a small but friendly town. More than a few times someone would stop to ask us if we needed a ride.
crossing the Banks everyone needed the rest. But the tranquility ended rather abruptly. At about 8:00 AM the next morning, a boat pulled along side us and called out to get our attention. We were told that we were anchored in the channel, which we were not, and if we did not move in one hour, the "authorities" would be coming out. To say we were surprised is an understatement. Even our insistence that we were not in the channel didn't seem to dissuade them. There wasn't much we could do so moving was a must. This is their country, but we have never experienced this anywhere in the Bahamas in the past. But not wanting to create a problem we didn't argue the point. Bad weather was approaching so we didn't have much of a choice but to go into the marina or go out to a more exposed anchorage. We wondered if that might have been the purpose of the exercise to begin with - to get us into the marina. We would have to examine the issue later. By this time, there were three of us at anchor. Two of us moved in to the marina and the third boat just left the harbor.