After spending a week in Little Bay at Great Guana Cay, we decided to pick up the hook and head farther south toward Farmers Cay. We made the ten-mile passage down to Oven Rock on Great Guana Cay and took the dinghy over to Little Farmers Cay. It was a wet and bumpy ride, and by the time we arrived we were all thoroughly soaked. We dropped a bag of trash off at the dump and then headed over to Little Harbor, where we had seen on the charts that it was a good place to spot turtles.
As we pulled into the bay, the first thing we saw was a turtle! We dropped the hook just off the beach. The boys were excited, as always, to play in the sand and explore the water. It was nice to get off the boat and stretch our legs for the day.
Sunday morning Pamela and I woke up to a pirate invasion—all of the boys came upstairs in their pirate costumes, so we watched church with a bunch of swashbucklers. After church and FaceTiming with cousins, we headed to the beach at Oven Rock—a large rock formation sticking out into the ocean that appears to have a giant fireplace carved into it.
We climbed to the top of the jagged rock structure. It was incredible to get a higher vantage point of the bay, and we snapped a picture of the family with Jubilee in the background. We were hoping to find some coconuts on the palm trees but came up empty. We did, however, find a ton of great skipping rocks and spent the afternoon skipping stones, walking the beach, and playing in the sand.
The night sky is absolutely incredible here. With hardly any lights on the islands, the only glow comes from the anchor lights of neighboring boats. It’s amazing to watch the stars slowly come into focus as our eyes adjust to the dark. It is simply incredible to see so many stars in the sky.
Monday night after dinner, Mom took the paddleboard to the beach and back. Then all the boys jumped on and paddled around. We also decorated the aft cockpit with strands of Christmas lights to brighten up our evenings. All in all, things are going pretty well.
On Wednesday we picked up the hook and sailed back up to Staniel Cay. We had good wind and protected seas as we flew the 20 miles in just a couple of hours. After dropping the hook in Staniel, we all got sunscreened up and jumped in the water. The boys wanted to swim out and check on the anchor—and of course do some jumping in as well.
It was a really nice day, and we’re excited to be here staging for our next trip down to George Town.
Out here it is hard not to feel close to God. With the quiet of the anchorage, the rhythm of the wind and waves, and the brilliance of the stars overhead, we are constantly reminded of how big His creation really is. So much of life back home is filled with noise and distraction, but here the stillness invites us to slow down, breathe deeply, and simply be present.
Watching the boys run along the beach, skipping stones in the afternoon sun, and gazing up at the stars at night reminds us how simple joy can be. These are the moments we hoped to find when we set off on this journey—time together, exploring the beauty of creation, and learning to trust God with the winds and waters ahead.
Each anchorage, each sail, and each small adventure feels like another reminder that this journey isn’t just about the miles we travel, but about the ways God is shaping our family along the way.
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