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Oct 1, Part two:

Once everyone joined back up, Kevin, Katey, Randy and Debbie headed out towards another GeoCache on the western end of the island and the rest returned to the boat to retool for supper.

With Garmin in hand we quickly narrowed the search for the cache site. driving to the end of a small side road and then tracking back down another deserted beach. It was dotted with unique pieces of coral to increase our take home booty, and led to a small ‘tree/bush’ which hid the marker and the cache. Katy placed her  token and retrieved a ‘travel bug’  that wanted to go to England.

Our mission accomplished, we headed further to the north and west to the infamous TTOL Cow Wreck Beach and Bar. As with many of the establishments, it was closed for the season. But we did note the self serve bar and enjoyed the atmosphere – until the mosquitos came. 

A little known fact about British mosquitos – they come out in droves just before sunset, and, although tiny, will suck you dry before disappearing again an hour after dark. rather like a bloody tea time. A kindly gentleman, perhaps Mangum himself, told us of their odd habits and gave us directions to his favorite spot to watch the Anegada sunset, so we left for our meeting with the famous purple flash.

 We found his favorite beach, just past the old Navy landing pads, and took a few pics of the sun, the conch shells, and the gulls. The most interesting part of the sunset stroll was the small herd of ‘free range’ cattle we encountered. Fortunately, we had paid careful attention to Norman’s lecture on fly hypnotizing and used his techniques to good advantage when some of the bulls seemed intent on charging our position.

Content and hungry, we walked back through the bushes to the car, stumbling over the empty skin of a long dead cow – victim of an unknown disease or perhaps another less compassionate devotee of Norman’s dark art. We returned to Potter’s by the Sea for an excellent meal with the group, accompanied by even more excellent grill baked potatoes.

As a final misadventure in a jam packed day, all 8 of us piled into the dingy, only to discover we had forgotten to turn on the anchor lights that afternoon. Katey had brought along a pocket flashlight so we wandered all around the far reaches of the anchorage before finally spotting the reflective tape on the life buoy attached to the stern.