Like The Force, the lure of the Bahamas is strong. And it’s so primal. There’s something amazing that happens to the soul when it put knee-deep in absolutely clear water, bright sunshine and an seemingly infinite array blues in sky and water.
Archive for Tropical Atlantic
With hurricane season fast approaching and one storm already named, weather is dominating our thoughts these days.
I’m anchored in 5 feet of gin-clear water on a sandbar in the Bahamas on my own boat with no job. My freezer is full of mahi-mahi and lobster we caught, my kids are quietly playing in their cabin and my wife is cleaning – in a bright-red bikini. I have nothing else to live for.
The sky has a strange green cast here and I am in heaven. Green because there is an enormous bank of water less than 10 feet deep that reflects it’s turquoise cast on the bottom of the clouds. Heaven because that water is as clear as gin and that makes me about as happy as I get.