Click pictures to navigate this website. With a two day weather window, we decided to hightail it across the Yellow Banks to Shroud Cay. One area of the passage had numerous coral heads, so a sharp watch from the bow was required. The sky had been dotted with small dense cumulus clouds that cast black shadows on the water.  This caused additional tension because the shadows looked like coral heads. Without mishap, we anchored in Shroud Cay and had the place all to ourselves. The bay was so shallow here that we had to anchor quite a distance from shore.  The swimming was excellent and lots of fish to see. That evening, a full moon rose out of the east surrounded by a misty haze. Maybe the next weather front was closer than we thought. Next morning, we inched our way through the shallows into deeper water. We wanted to get into Wardrick Wells early because there is great demand for the mooring balls.  Reservations are required at this Marine Park. The water here is so clear that you think that you are floating on air.  The colours are absolutely spectacular. Wardrick Wells can be approached from the sea or the inside banks.  The entrance is a sweeping long deep natural  cut, cluttered with vessels lazily swinging on mooring ball tethers. We squeezed past everyone and rounded into a buttonhook branch of the channel, mooring in a central pool of water. This is the Wardrick Wells Ranger Station.  The hurricanes have taken a toll on the roof, but it only leaks a little liquid sunshine. This is the Rangers' living quarters. This little outpost, bristling with antennae, is a Search and Rescue hub of activity. These ladies host the Ranger Station and interestingly enough, were Cruisers who came for a visit and stayed. Another of the greeting committee stopped us on a path. The view from the Ranger Station westward out over the Banks. These little guys were on  sugar high and much too busy to be distracted by our presence. A small beach adjacent to the park entrance. Bones of a whale on display with the note that it had succumbed by ingesting plastic garbage bags. There are walking trails for the hearty to take around the island. We decided that discretion was better than adventure and returned to the boat to rest. Next morning, we departed for the Black Point settlement. Along the way, "Long" tried his hand at navigation. His comment here was "Ok - tell me about this TVMDC thing again!" We reached Black Point  safe and sound. Libations and calls from distant Conch horns ended a perfect day.