Arriving at the airport at Treasure Cay.
Our condo for the week walked out onto this beautiful view.
We had this beach almost exclusively to ourselves.
Sunset on our first evening.
Getting our golf carts - our mode of transportation around Treasure Cay.
Exploring on our first evening. Christiana, Tim and Bret.
Already sunburned and a little chilly. Alison & Mike.
Found our first sponge!
Tim scouring for more treasures.
Sunburned and glowing in the dark.
Bret & Tim on an excellent adventure. Picking out the boat we'll rent for the day.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port. Aboard this tiny ship.
Bret captained us across the ocean to a deserted island. Known by the locals as "Shell Island"
Yes Chris, you do have to get into the cold water and pull the boat ashore.
We just put the boat into shallow water, anchored her and jumped out for our adventure.
It truly was a deserted island.
And, it lived up to it's name of Shell Island. There were gorgeous shells there.
Despite being deserted, someone had been visiting. Gilligan? The Skipper?
Hermit crabs (with shells on) made these trails.
Coconuts everywhere. Several times we brought them back home, cracked them open and put them in delicious adult beverages.