We are holed up at Compass Cay waiting on the northwest blow to pass by. Not a bad place to be!

A cute shed decorated by passing cruisers over the years is the new hangout for Ed and the boys.

There is Tucker, the island’s owner, Jamal the friendly son, and Preston, the happy uncle who greets us every morning.

Barry is a yacht captain for an elderly couple who only come to their boat a few times each year. Barry spends 3 months here, 3 months in Ft Lauderdale and 3 months in Newport Rhode Island. He also works for the family here some, docking boats and doing repairs when needed.

Then there’s Toki, Dave and Rick, all cruisers who live here on their boats most of the time.

They all have stories and free advice.

Sunday morning is Daves waffle brunch enjoyed by all. Last night was a potluck for all, with barbecued chicken, steak and ribs accompanied by lots of side dishes.

We love it here for obvious reasons. It’s a little pricey by cruisers standards, but worth it during a big blow to not be on anchor worrying if it will hold.

It’s the coldest day we’ve had, just barely 70. But we can wait it out happily.

We are also waiting for a few injuries to heal or fix. Despite weeks of ear medicine my ear is still clogged up. And I lost a filling at Chat n Chill at the pig roast. No dentist til we get to Spanish Wells in several weeks.

And Ziggy cut her pad on coral we think yesterday, she’s limping some but still wants to do our trail walks. And check out the 16 chickens in the coop.

Ed says both his girls are hurt. But the four-footer doesn’t complain as much as me.

We can wait it out.