They are stinky. They are big. And yes, they poop everywhere. But man are they cute. Referring to the swimming pigs, not our friends. Just to be clear. March was filled with vacay vibes, fantastic friends and terrifying t-storms.

We arrived in Georgetown with four days to spare before The Gunderman Gang flew in for Spring Break. We learned all the how’s/when’s/who’s here at a record pace in order to get ourselves ready for company. But by the time they landed, we had Tideye stocked up with everything we needed for a jam packed week of Exuma fun. Our families have been vacationing together for the last decade – Jenny and Taylor actually flew here to Georgetown to stay with us on Stella Blue. So the kiddos (young and old) were pumped to play with good friends, even if that meant sharing their cabins for a few days. We beached, hiked, snorkeled and even took Tideye out for a sail to fish the Exuma Sound.

We had known a front was coming through around the time the Krutsch Family was supposed to make the trek down from Milwaukee. But holy front! Some forecasts were predicting winds at 55+ knots. I told Jamie that they must have signed up for the adventure package for spring break! But frigid conditions up north delayed their trip by a few days and we weathered the storm alone back in Red Shanks. So. Much. Lightening. The biggest squalls hit at sunset putting on a pretty spectacular show, one I hope not to see again.

With that excitement out of the way, we re-RE-proivisioned and picked up the kool Krutsch crowd for more island adventures. We moved the boat every day to a new anchorage and managed to hit all the hot spots. We took advantage of a calm day to hop on a go fast (REALLY fast) boat to jam up to see those famous pigs, snorkel a blue hole and drift to spot some giant starfish. I don’t think two families could have had more fun together. We laughed for five days straight even as we determined that I am the worst Yahtzee player in history.

And so ends Spring Break 2024. Our hearts are full and our bodies are salty. Is there any better way to be? Now it’s time to focus on a few pesky boat projects and figure out what our next move will be. Gotta keep on keepin’ on.