We anchored near that little rock to the right of the island. Lots of rocks over there, but the water is so clear and deep. Absolutely gorgeous. And many other boaters felt the same way.
There had to have been 12 or more boats over in that little cove that day. Everyone was fairly quiet except for kids laughter, which was a lovely sound. We expected to read and nap as the passing boat wakes sloshed us around, but we found an unexpected entertainment...watching other people try to anchor.
The boat wake waves were pretty rough and it required a strong, set anchor to stay in one place. Well, I would say that at least five boats tried to anchor near us and we could tell from the start that they would not be staying in one place for long. The waves pushed them toward the rocky shore and their anchors dragged pitifully. They would start the motor, head out again and drop the anchor. Once again the waves sent them dangerously toward the rocks. One large pontoon boat filled with beefy men with tattoos actually tried to use two anchors!! One in the bow and one in the stern. Both anchor lines got hysterically tangled and I could see the frustration on these guys faces as their scantily clad female companions looked on. Needless to say the guys decided they would rather go someplace else and took off, leaving their dignity and boating skills behind.
Later , when we went snorkeling I found and entire lower gear section of a motor wedged in between some smirking rocks.
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