July 8th Pics are up on Flickr.
Today was a travel day. I love traveling. Actually, I love arriving. Traveling can sometimes leave me with an upset stomach just from worrying that everything will go smoothly. Will the planes be on time, what’s the weather, will the dive gear arrive where it’s supposed to, will we make connections, will the plane be oversold, etc, etc, etc … Today’s trip went about as smoothly as one could possibly hope for.
I love flying in small airplanes. I really enjoy being able to see what goes on up front, to be able to feel the plane respond to the controls, everything about it. Today we flew 3 legs on Beechcraft 1900 propjets, from Jacksonville to Tampa, Tampa to Ft. Lauderdale, and Lauderdale to Treasure Cay. That’s pronounced “key”, just so you’ll know. We were originally supposed to stop in Marsh Harbor, and I think I got charged for a leg to Marsh Harbor, but I’m going to just let that go. There’s not a thing in the world that I can do about that now. The stop in Marsh was apparently supposed to be for fuel to make it back from Treasure. But they got a fuel truck to the Treasure Cay airport, so we diverted directly to Treasure.
Is that a cool shot or what? I looked out the window of the airplane and could see the reflection of the nose of the plane in the chrome prop spinner.
“Where is all this?”, I hear you cry. Abaco, The Bahamas. This is truly my laughing place.
Andie and I first came to Abaco because we (she) won a trip at Oceanfest … a major dive industry trade show in Fort Lauderdale. It was part of the underwater scavenger hunt, and the prize she’d originally won … a sterling silver charm … had been stolen from one of the show hotel suites. So, we went to claim the prize, and the girl pulling the prizes said “it got stolen, but we have this 3 day 2 night stay at Bluff House on Green Turtle Cay in the Abacos … including airfare … if that’s an OK substitute.”
Um … Yeah.
So we came down to dive and fell in love with the place.
The only way to get to Green Turtle Cay is by private boat, seaplane, or the island ferry that runs from Great Abaco Island over the Green Turtle. Since there’s no seaplane dock, and we don’t have our private boat here, we came over on the ferry, much like the one pictured here. I’m not showing you the one we’re on because, well, we’re on it. But they all look exactly the same.
Everything on Green Turtle has to be brought by boat, so the groceries are very expensive. Aside from a couple of native islanders on the boat, and the captain and deckhand, we were it. Also on board were a lot of food and other supplies, a small refrigerator, a copier/fax machine, and a bunch of “Welcome Home” balloons. I have no idea what that was all about. But the bottom line is, Continental Express was spot on today. All flights within minutes of advertised times, dive bags arrived at the destination with us, good pilots, just a really nice experience.
By the end of the day, which started at 5:00 AM to make the airport by 6:30, we were safely ensconced at our destination. We’d traveled by car, plane, boat, and golf cart to get here.
Where’s “here”? More on that, and our first day’s diving, in my next post.