I dodged a bit of San Francisco winter to go to the Bahamas for 10 days with Mariah, Jesse and Evelyn.
The Bahamas is a large group of small islands surrounded by very shallow, sometimes unnavigable water. If you want to visit any of the other islands, you have to pay $8 one-way for a little ferry, no pun intended, then you catch a taxi from the dock to the closest town or next dock to take a ferry to the next island. If you want to explore or go on a liquor run, (as in our case, as we stayed on a dry island), you end up spending a lot of money.
Ocean Dreams Cottage on the dry Christian island of Spanish Wells.
We kayaked to an island that we could have mostly walked to.
“I’ve got the conch, I get to speak!”
It rained every night and it felt great. Not so good for card games, though.
On a San Francisco sized ferry with a very shallow draft.
Mr. Cookley, proprietor: Cookley’s International Sporting Lounge on Harbour Island.
Kalik: The Beer of The Bahamas.
Preacher’s Cave: This plaque carved in the rock claims that it’s the first settlement in The Bahamas. People lived here after a shipwreck on the Devil’s Backbone and for years it served as a church.
We returned just in time to drive up to Malakoff Diggins for a pioneer Thanksgiving.
The goal was to cook up a Thanksgiving dinner over the campfire. Craig took it a step further by putting a turkey wrapped in foil in the fire and making a fire on top of it for hours. I was skeptical, but when he brought it out and cut through the charred skin, it was super juicy and tasty. He said he read how to do it through Google.
Want more photos of these trips? Go to thelandlubber.com, unpiano.com, or a girl’s gotta eat.