A Journal, with Pictures

We depart­ed Fort Laud­erdale at 9:30 for North Eleuthera with per­fect weath­er. Most of the 25 plus planes had overnight­ed in Fort Pierce and we soon became aware of a gag­gle of Cir­rus head­ing for our des­ti­na­tion island. The flight was the typ­i­cal beau­ti­ful trip over absolute­ly beau­ti­ful water.

We were one of the first to land but it was a steady stream of Cir­rus com­ing into North Eleuthera air­port. We were quick­ly moved through cus­toms, met by the Bahamas tourism offi­cial with a wel­come rum punch and wisked to the fer­ry and our hotels. In our case the Coral Sands, but oth­ers were stay­ing on the har­bor side at Valen­tines, where the water taxi took them direct­ly to their hotel.

Once set­tled in, every­one start­ed explor­ing Har­bor Island. In our case we had lunch with some of our group at Coral Sands them did some sight see­ing. By the way golf carts are the pre­ferred mode of trans­porta­tion and many rent­ed one. Har­bor Island has many sites to see.

The open­ing recep­tion was held at a great Bahami­an place called Gusty’s. Dirt floor, local band play­ing, local drinks, lots of Kahlik and rum punch poured and all of the appro­pri­ate arrival fes­tiv­i­ties. Door prizes of course and we dis­cov­ered that COPA had hid­den tal­ent on the fash­ion run­way from two of our legal pro­fes­sion­als one from Texas and the oth­er from Cal­i­for­nia. The trip got off to a great start.

It turned out that our arrival day was my birth­day. We had dined at a place called the Rock House were we stayed on our pre­vi­ous vis­it, so that was our choice for our din­ner. It turned out to again, be superb and we had a delight­ful evening try­ing to remem­ber how the hell old we are.