Rookie Mistake #2 – Attempting to Beach the Dinghy

January 1, 2022, Tahiti Beach, Hopetown Bahamas

Happy New Year! So, I have this curse from my father that when someone gets hurt, I think it’s funny and laugh before I can pull it together to ask if they are all right. Now this only applies to slapstick falling down stuff, not cutting your finger type stuff. Anyway, Ron and I had spent the last several days at Tahiti Beach ringing in the new year and enjoying the “Thirsty Cuda” which is a floating beach restaurant bar. It is a beach party every day.

Tahiti Beach

Thristy Cuda

Cheap Beer but does it really matter?

So, picture this, beach full of people and we zoom up on our dinghy. Ron wants to be cool and just drive the dinghy up on the beach to “beach” it then throw out the anchor. The way it played out didn’t look like that. Instead, it was more like Operation Neptune. Don’t tempt Neptune, he will win every time. We pulled up to a hard crash into the beach which lurched Ron onto the floor of the dinghy! Uh, opps! So now I am laughing hysterically while Ron is trying the get off the floor of the dinghy and still pull off looking like he knows what he is doing. Didn’t happen and I think those who were paying attention got as good a laugh as I did from it. Rookie Mistake #2 don’t try that again, slowly head to shore and get out before attempting to throw the anchor! Apparently there some things you simply must learn the hard way.

On a more serious note, we took a 5-mile hike on the other side of the island this morning which was beautiful. It was mostly beach with island base exposed where the hurricane had taken the sand. We came across a house which was a blatant remanent of Hurricane Dorian. Seems there are reminders of her everywhere. The house was beautiful before this horrific event. You could tell from the exquisite woodwork on the ceiling which had fallen in, time and detail taken in the shelving of the office and design on the kitchen and fireplace. It was so sad. We climbed up the infinity pool which was empty and neglected and gingerly tiptoed through the house. A reminder of how grateful I am for all that I have when there are still folks here struggling to rebuild their lives.