Double Breasted Cay of the Ragged Islands

With east-southeast winds blowing at 20-knots we departed Buenavista Cay and headed for Raccoon Cay just 4-miles south. En route we received a tip from a fellow boater hailing Serendipity on the VHF; they’d chatted on the VHF the day prior to inquire about the comfort of our anchorage at Buenavista Cay. The boater on mv/Foolin’ Around informed Serendipity that the anchorage at Double Breasted Cay was calm, no rolling. And so with a quick confirmation we all decided to continue south past Raccoon to Double Breasted. It took some effort getting into this anchorage, as you can see from our track line on the chart below, the east-southeast winds made us do a bit of zig-zagging. The wind was also a bit stronger than predicted; Matt informed us he clocked it at 30-knots coming past the oceanside upon nearing the cay. We sailed all the way inside with jib and one-reefed main not noticing that the wind had increased – our guesstimates must not be calibrated to our buddy boat’s anemometer yet.


At the end of a 14-mile tacking extravaganza we settled into our anchorage, which we thought to be small from the chart but it was actually huge! There was some debate how far to creep in to avoid any rolling. (Depth sounder is still on the fritz but sometimes works for about one minute after it’s turned on, then it gives us depths in multiples of the charted depth. For example 4ft. becomes 12ft. and 8 ft. becomes 16ft. To make it more confusing, anything deeper than 8ft. reads accurately. Brian has worked on this; scrubbed off bottom paint and finagled with wire connections and thinks it is an issue with the transducer.) After we gently ran aground Rode Trip decided for us that a quick turnaround and anchor drop would suffice.

Serendipity made a productive day out of our first full afternoon at Double Breasted Cay while Brian and I got acquainted with the island. After an early round of fishing, we headed ashore.


We walked all the way around the southern point of the island where we found a shallow cove.



Around to the windward side, a protected bay with shallow sandbars and deep pools. We continued onward toward the ocean – you can spot the waves crashing between the rocks in the far left of this view.


Brian loved the view…


…from atop the rocks


As for my view…hmmm, would this have been cruising had we waited for retirement?? (No offense to our totally awesome, retired fellow cruisers!)


Ahhh, now that’s a view!


Down along the beach we found piles and piles to comb through for treasures. Driftwood, plastic, glass, shoes, an arm and a leg of a doll (yes, that was a bit startling), ropes, and nets; we sifted and searched.



Out of the rubble we found this huge bamboo and this buoy that we fashioned into a trail marker.


This was a cruisers’ trail and we followed the flip flops back to the beach on the banks side of the island where we’d anchored.


There at the cruisers’-rigged, pot-luck sort of beach (clearly nobody living here and no roosters crowing) we left our treasured beach items:
Glass bottles…if only I’d had a windowsill and some wildflowers.

A bucket of heart shaped sea beans and hamburger beans. These travel thousands of miles from Africa to wash up on the Bahamas beaches. They are some type of seed pods that have dried. We didn’t leave the hamburger beans though, we have a bit of a fetish for them and they are harder to find. Watch over them, Mr. Creepy Owl.



Later that evening we returned to the cruisers’-rigged beach to yet again enjoy a beach campfire.