Powell Cay

It was quite calm when we raised our anchor to motor north to Powell Cay. By the time we arrived and put the dinghy in the water the wind had picked up and there was quite a bit of chop in the water. We dinghied over to a beach in search of the trail to the ocean beach. We walked up and down the beach, but did not find a trail. George had raised the outboard when we had arrived at the beach but had quite a hard time getting it to go back down when we were ready to leave. He worked and worked at it while the waves splashed the dinghy and him and I sat in the bobbing dinghy. He was soaking wet by the time he finally got the outboard to drop down. We motored over to the next beach and searched again for the trailhead. We started down what looked to be a promising trail marked by pilings but it soon came to an abrupt end. Around this time I was thinking that our entire trip to Powell Cay was looking like a complete bust. We walked back to the beach and went a little further and finally found a rather hidden sign that said Ocean Beach. We took the trail, which like most trails in the Bahamas, was marked with flotsam along the way. We walked through a low, dark area which reminded me of the old Tarzan movies. Then we came to a swampy area and had to walk through the swamp water. We did eventually make it to the ocean beach and it was indeed a very pretty beach. Powell Cay is said to also have a nice snorkeling spot that contains a shipwreck. It was so windy and choppy that we weren’t interested in even trying to find the spot. We hauled the dinghy up, raised the anchor and set sail for No Name Cay. All-in-all our brief trip to Powell Cay was worth it. A nice bonus of the unexpected wind was really good sailing on the Sea of Abaco.