Thanksgiving — Thursday, November 27, 2025. Dawn.
When we’d wandered around town during our last stint in Marsh Harbour, we got the sense that the Bahamians didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. We never saw Thanksgiving or even autumn-ish decorations. The one and only sign that we’d seen with the word “Thanksgiving” was at a hotel, saying they would be serving a traditional Thanksgiving meal in the restaurant today.
As we did our morning chores and school work, a conga line of boats came into the anchorage. Inclement weather was coming, and the winds were forecast to shift several times. This was one of the few anchorages in the area that had good protection from the several directions that the wind was forecast come from. As we’d already mentioned, some were fast boats, probably just here for the holiday weekend. Some of them were slower cruising boats, many just arriving for the beginning of the season. And some were already in the general area, coming here for the storm. The wind had already begun to shift, and the anchorage was mildly uncomfortable from the combination of wind waves and wakes from all the boat traffic.
Christi didn’t feel like cooking, so we went out for lunch. Now that Eric was feeling better, we wanted to scope out the big grocery store, so we decided to find a restaurant near that store and then we’d go grocery shopping after lunch. Fynn from Tiki Tour joined us. We took the dinghy to the closest public dock and followed a nearby road south for about a mile.
The buildings we passed were mostly industrial.
