The boys took off right after breakfast and made it back around one or two. They had very successful morning, 2 grouper, a hogfish, a lionfish and a mackerel. That solved the problem of figuring out what to have for dinner. We joke that our goal was mercury poisoning before we go back to MT, the land of old frozen seafood. I think we came close, I definitely had my fill by the time our trip was over.
After a quick lunch J cleaned up and we hopped back in the car to head north. It had been pretty choppy on the Atlantic (ocean) side, but the Caribbean (sea or Exuma sound) side was just beautiful. We enjoyed the drive up to Pam's and I picked out a few gifts for our friends and family, and got J a sweet Eleuthera hat, but could not find a good replacement for myself so splurged on some locally made earrings instead. After our shopping was done we hopped back in the car to go check out Gaulding Cay and the Glass Window Bridge.
After our little sight seeing trip we headed back home to DaVilla. On the way back we made a quick stop at Hearty Mow and picked up some mango's and bananas as a little treat.
When we got back to DaVilla the wind had calmed down quite a bit. We had been talking about having a beach bonfire since we had arrived, but it had been to windy up to this point so we decided to take advantage of the calm and make this our bonfire night. Before the sun went all the way down we took our cocktails down to the beach and gathered driftwood for our bonfire. Once we had a nice pile going we went back up to the house for dinner.
We devoured a the majority of the boys catch of the day, which D wonderfully prepared as usual, then headed back down to the water for our bonfire. D had started getting the longs ready and pointed out that he had found a small scorpion on one of them. It was one of the logs that I had gathered and carried quite a ways too. The realization that I had a scorpion riding along the entire time was really fraying my nerves. D said he smashed it into the sand and it was long gone. I know he was trying to make me feel better but I was very doubtful that squishing a scorpion into the sand would kill it. More like piss it off so it would want to come back and sting us and I said as much. Now I try not to be one of those skittish girls, but sometimes I admit my fears can really get the best of me. Turns out they were getting the best of S too. The logs were also full of termites and you could occasional see them try to escape the fire, something that freaked her out just as much as the scorpion freaked me out.
We put tried to put our termite and scorpion fears out of our minds and piled in around the bonfire. I pulled up a lawn chair, D and J split a lounge chair and S sat in the sand. S and I sipped our wine while J and D decided a little Glenfiddich was on the menu for the evening. We hooked up the ipod to the portable mini speaker and threw on a little reggae enjoying the flames and the night air. J dragged over one of the logs to use as a stand for the ipod, and it turned out to be the same one I had hauled over with the scorpion in it. They assured me it was long gone and not to worry. A few minutes later, J decided he did not like the song that was playing and went to change it. He reached for the ipod then stopped and said, ha ha that kind of looks like a scorpion on the ipod. It was our little friend, returned from the depths of the sand, or one of his relatives still clinging to the log. J smashed it into the sand with the log again. The set his chair on top of the area where he smashed the scorpion. I don't know why he thought this would keep it from re-surfacing but he did. Meanwhile S kept thinking she was getting bit by something, probably no-seeums but the thought of the escaping termites crawling up her jeans, was becoming a little to much. We stuck it out as long as we could but S and I decided we had enough of the creepy crawlies and abruptly called it a night, dealing with a serious amount of ridicule from J and D. We both did a bit of a speedwalk back up to the house, walked in the door and stripped off all our clothes that we swore were covered in termites and scorpions, tossed them in the washing machine. Then we pretended like the whole incident never happened and went to our perspective bedrooms to read.
D and J fearless men that they are, stayed up having a great old time, finishing off the bottle of Glenfiddich by the bonfire. They finally stumbled into the house many hours later, free of any termite bites or scorpion stings. I awoke to them rustling in the kitchen as they were preparing themselves a post-midnight snack before bed.
I think we may need to have a new beach bonfire experience next time, sans termites and scorpions.