Black Cay was a great anchorage - - that is, until the sun went down. Then the wind came up and with the wind came the ocean swells and with the swells came the rocking. Ughhh. It was one of our more uncomfortable nights at anchor!
It was an effort to keep from rolling out of bed! Needless to say, when it was light enough, we couldn't wait to get the heck out of Dodge!
Williams Cay was wonderful! Though a number of other boats thought the same, we didn't mind the neighbors. In spite of 15 knot winds, it was totally flat and no surge! Yay!
On our way into the beach to do some exploring, we passed a couple of huge rays. Maybe 4' wingspans!
We followed the trail over to the Atlantic side of the island where Carol contributed to a cairn.
The views from the top of the ridge were spectacular. This was a large salt pond sitting in the middle of the island.
Even though she says she's not a mountain goat, Carol did a great job scaling some of these hills.
Notice the sailboat in the background?!
The rocks in this area had quite a few "chitons". 
Ocean swells were still a problem for the first few anchorages we passed so we headed back into the Atlantic to make our way up to Rudder Cut Cay, a place we were confident would be calm - - and it was.
At first, we thought we would spend a 2nd day hanging out at Williams Cay. Then, after talking it over & checking the tides & weather, we decided to move on north. We had hoped to anchor near Leaf Cay, home to lots of iguanas. You can see them out sunning in the sand below.
The entrance was a bit iffy, though. The tide was running out - hard and it created lots of standing waves. It was a white-knuckle ride but we made it without incident!
Once through the cut, we found our way to the anchorage and were surprised to see over 20 boats at anchor in this lovely anchorage.
At slack tide which was around 2:30, we took the dinghy over to a spectacular underwater sculpture David Copperfield had commissioned and then anchored on the ocean floor. Sadly, this was the last picture our dive camera took before it died. Sniff, sniff!
After snorkeling over the sculpture, we took the dinghy a mile or so around the back side of the island to what appeared to be an inland bay on our charts. It turned out to be a way to get to the Atlantic side of this island for some beach combing.
...and yes, mountain goats sometimes have to traverse mucky mangrove swamps to get to their destination.
Tomorrow, we think we'll spend another day here & try some more spearfishing and snorkeling. Wish us luck!
