Chub Cay

We made it through the Northwest Channel without mishap and anchored in Chub Cay at our usual time – 5:30 P.M. Two guys from North Carolina dinghied over and gave us two mahi mahi steaks from a fish they had caught on the way in. We gave them a couple coldies (like gold here in the land of $40 a case beer) and fired up the grill. We feasted on sausage and cheese with Rendezvous seasoning, jerked mahi from the grill and garbanzo bean (chic pea for the southerners) salad. Everything was yummy but the need for Dramamine took some of the joy out of the meal. Crossroads was rolling back and forth, the dishes were crashing, stuff in the cabinets banging, crew were tossed about. It was like the crossing all over again except we were at anchor. Rolly anchorage aside, Chub Cay looked pretty from the boat. Everything on shore looked like it had been built this year. I think they got hit hard by a couple hurricanes and are still doing a lot of rebuilding.[N25d24:50, W77d54:80]