We left Hopetown early yesterday and sailed down to Little Harbor, a natural harbor with moorings for about twenty or so boats.

It’s also home of the famous Pete’s Pub and Gallery, with a working foundry where Pete and his son Greg turn out wonderful sculptures of sea creatures and such.

Pete’s father Randolph Scott came here in the 50’s with his family and lived in a cave here for awhile before building his home and foundry.

The pub is a great outdoor dive bar decorated with donated tee shirts from around the world. Known for its “blasters” -rum drink- and tasty  wahoo and rockfish dishes, it’s a great spot to hang out and visit with cruisers.

We shared a burger for lunch and walked the beach.  Dinner was shared grilled wahoo with peas and rice and walnut salad.

Ziggy met Chica, the resident lab, who didn’t really want to play.

Oh and we met Pete too, he was hanging with Rolly at the Little Harbor Yacht Club.

It’s somewhat of a misnomer but that’s okay. Pete owns it, he can call it whatever he wants.