There was still no sight of our lost friends, but, fortunately Christie and I had established a contingency plan. If all else failed, and we were separated, we were to meet at Peter Island. That was, until, we discovered that all of the mooring balls at Peter Island were taken. Disheartened and discouraged, we turned south for The Bight as darkness rapidly approached. When rounding the mouth of Great Harbor, we were thrilled to avoid a near collision as our wayward friends barreled northward looking for us as well! We shouted a reunion and convinced them to follow us to safe harbor at Norman Island. This would be our first exercise on this trip of picking up a mooring ball in inky blackness, but not our last as we would soon discover. Once settled, GB gathered everyone aboard the Halcyon III for yet another demonstration of his incredible design talent. In addition, Andy and Mandy shared some very special news with the kids... our flotilla included 16 (and one on the way).
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