Pete's Pub

Pete's Pub is in Little Harbour which is pretty much the farthest South you can travel in the Sea of Abaco before heading out in the great big ocean.  Because the high Northern winds had us waylaid we decided to join our boating buddies Grant and Cindy from M/V As the Crow Flies, and another couple who are friends of theirs, and rent a van.  Road trip!

The pub has a pretty interesting history.  Pete's Dad, Randolph, who was a university professor, decided to sail away in the fifties with his family to escape the rat race.  They found Little Harbour, which was uninhabited, and they lived in caves until they built small, simple thatched roof huts to live in.  Their settlement grew to include a foundry, gallery and pub.  

Now, it's a popular mooring area, pub and gallery.  People come from all over and hang t-shirts in the pub.  I regretted not grabbing one from Harbour West Marina.  Just one more reason we have to go back.

Unfortunately, Jeff, being the thoughtful guy he is, hurt his ankle the night before our road trip in a very valiant attempt to get into the dinghy quickly from a very high dock and prepare it for our guests and me to embark.  His leap, while quite spectacular, didn't go all that well, scoring a solid thumbs down from the Canadian judge.  He decided to stay on the boat and apply ice instead of joining us on the road trip, which was very disappointing for everyone involved.  He was very missed.  Poor Jeff.

We spent the day beach combing along a crashy Atlantic coastal beach before enjoying lunch at the pub.  Later we took a drive through the town of Marsh Harbour, which is a bigger town than New Providence on Green Turtle, to do a little grocery shopping.  A great day was had by all. Except poor Jeffy, of course.