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This morning we started the day with haircuts. It has been seven weeks since our last haircuts in Brunswick and we were due. After that we cleaned the cabin and cockpit, sweeping up stray hairs from the haircuts. At mid-day we dinghied about a mile to the sandbar by Man O War Cay and walked the sandbar with Dee and Ron from Ursa Minor. We timed our walk to coincide with low tide and it was gorgeous. We never tire of the variations in the color of water at different depths. We saw sea stars, a sand dollar, and a small piece of coral sitting all by itself. By the time we returned to our dinghies there were several tour boats in the vicinity. It appears to be a popular spot.

Yesterday morning we attended the first water aerobics class of the season. George Town has an active group of cruisers who organize lots of activities, if you are so inclined. George was a good sport and participated in the class with me—one of about five men in a class of 15. Unfortunately, he tweaked his arm a few times during the class so he wishes he hadn’t bothered. A few hours later we moved to a different anchorage that is too far away from the water aerobics class so we won’t be going back anyway. In the afternoon Dee and Ron hosted us—along with Jean and Michael—for drinks on Ursa Minor. It was so much fun to catch up.