The place was still jam-packed. All of the dock space and moorings were occupied. The remaining space in the harbor was filled with about a hundred anchored boats (OK, maybe only 40). We milled around for quite a while, hoping for a spot within rowing distance to the dinghy dock, but couldn’t find anything. Eventually, we found a spot just big enough that was being vacated by another boat. The spot had the bonus of being next to our good friends on Muse. Before we even had time to secure Begonia, Hannah and Ollie came over with a loaf of freshly baked bread for us. When I say fresh, I mean it was still WARM. They’re great.
Musket Cove Resort - Suddenly we were in a different world!
Ashore, we discovered that not only was the ICA rally in town, but a bunch of big fancy yachts had come in for a wedding the next day. We checked in with the Yacht Club and paid our dinghy dock fees. Then we fortified ourselves with a pizza before doing a round-the-island walk.
Almost immediately, we found Muse and a few other boats we knew splashing in and lounging around the resort’s giant pool. We started chatting and the next thing we knew, we had blown through a couple of hours.
Our pizza may have worn off, to we topped up our energy with some ice cream and then headed out.
Our walk started strangely at the dump. I guess that’s so it would all get better from there. We noted that the island’s recycling rate seems to be falling a little short of the claims made on the signs they have posted everywhere.
After the dump, our walk climbed into the rarefied air of the gazillion dollar set. We passed many beautiful mansions, all with amazing views. One even had a helipad. I can’t imagine what it cost to build these places considering that everything has to be shipped in.
We took a stroll around the Musket Ridge Line trail to stretch our legs
And to see the local birds
We spent more time ashore the next day, just because we could. We had intended to make use of the pool to try out some fresh water swimming, but got sidetracked after one thing or another until there was no time. We spent much of our day trying to stay one step ahead of the wedding. They had all of the resort’s bars and restaurants booked in series, so the trick was to figure out where they were and go somewhere else until they arrived. It would have made things a lot easier if they had just invited us to join them. It looked like it really was a magical wedding.
Sunset at anchor
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