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 With a storm due in today, we went to explore the cave where the Johnston family lived for a while.  It was very hard to imagine having to set up housekeeping and keeping 4 kids safe and happy but they made people tougher in the 50s.

Looking out of the mouth of the cave to our dinghy and

that of other folks exploring with us.

The cactus I had seen from the dinghy earlier looked huge

from up close.  

One of the crevasses inside the cave.  You really had to watch your step.

About the only semi level spot we found.

Weird bits of rock inside the cave.

The cave from the water side at high tide.

David surveying the interior.

Plants manage to find even a bit of soil to put down roots.

Holding the dinghy steady while I tied it off to a rock.

So much foliage covered the end of the cave.  You couldn't 

see just how large it was from the water because of this.

Over the years storms had tossed in quite a variety of 

flotsam from the harbour.

Looking back into the cave.

The view at low tide.

Some perspective on the size of the place.

This rope was just outside the entrance and covered in all

kinds of soft growth and small sponges.

We wore water shoes over and changed into sock and shoes

to protect our feet from the sharp rocks.  David even thought to 

bring a towel to sit on and dry our feet.

This is a water heater from a boat.  You can only imagine what 

happened to the boat that used to surround it.

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 We walked a fair bit and came across so many funny, interesting and odd things.  Enjoy.

This house is right on the beach at high tide.  You can see the

debris line just below the stairs.  Too close for my comfort.

Cute, well stocked mini-library.  We left a book we had finished

and took a new one.

There were several of this painted conchs along a fence wall.

One of the many paths we wandered down just to see

where they would lead us.

Some had deeper foliage than others. 

How do you not follow this path?  Of course, we did!

Just what every tiki hut needs a skeleton pirate and his

skeleton parrot.

This was a lovely garden in a house's front yard.  The stones

were heart shaped.

This is the school.  We saw 4 students all remote learning

on their computer stations.  Recess was games on the beach.

Having had a slingshot as a kid, I would loved

to have had the power of one this sized.

This multi-level deck provided the owner with views of the

Sea of Abaco and the Atlantic.  Looks scary to me.

The Path to Somewhere was long and winding through

many layers of plants but it lead to the ocean.  Well worth

the side excursion.

Well, if you can't have pirates you can have characters 

made from a variety of fishing buoys.  Each had their

own inscription that you can read if you zoom in.

A new house being built on the beach. 

A view of the village from the ocean side.  The houses look

all nestled among the greenery on different levels of the hill.

This welcome sign explains that the village is self sufficient.

All their power is provided by solar and water from rain catchment.

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 The thing that makes this place worth visiting is the gallery and art of  Randolph Johnston. Tired of life in the big city he and his wife loaded up their kids on a boat and sailed to this remote area.  His son, Pete, has carried on his legacy.  Their art is world acclaimed and after visiting the gallery we see why.  Also popular is the iconic beach bar, Pete's Pub.

Outside the gallery.  We had been hiking around the island

so we stopped to clean our shoes before going in.

The mooring field is full of catamarans being chartered.

Some are bareboat, renter crewed, or fully crewed by a 

professional captain.  We have to admit to being a bit

smug about being on our own boat and making our way here

by our own wits, small as they may be :)

A mural inside the gallery.  The sculptures are the work

of a few other artists besides Pete.  Next to the gallery is

the only foundry in the Abacos.

The breakwater behind the harbour.  It doesn't keep all

the waves out but enough.

The hills are covered with random stands of cacti.

One of the many places along the ocean shore we came

across in our wanderings.

The breakwater is almost submerged at high tide.

The dock to Pete's Pub.  You can also just bring the dinghy 

to shore and put your hook in the sand.

Lots of sand at low tide but your dink will float once the tide comes in.

Another view of the harbor.

The mooring are made with old tires so they don't float as

well as a mooring buoy but they work.

Flying Old Glory off our davits.

The sign for the attractions.

Some pubs have dollar bills everywhere.  This one has T-shirts.

It was fun reading the stickers from various places on the posts.

We found one from the Alaqua Animal Rescue that is in our area

of the Panhandle.  Small world for sure.

This sculpture was outside the gallery.

My favorite piece. It was titled the Battle of Wall Street.