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At dawn the next day, we arrived and anchored in front of Middle Cay—a small circular sandy island only slightly larger than an American Football stadium. Under heavy seas and gusty winds we began unloading our gear.
Middle Cay has no dock capable of accommodating the Coast Guard Cutter and so we had to ferry things to the island bit by bit using smaller canoes operated by the fishermen and a Coast Guard tender. From the landing beach, the gear then had to be hauled by hand up to the little Coast Guard base situated on the southwest side of the cay. Amidst all the comings and goings we had to avoid a pair of masked booby birds who had set up a nest and were vociferously guarding their downy chick, smack in the middle of the pathway leading to the base.
Three hours later we all sat exhausted and aching but shaded from the pounding sun thanks to our expedition tent, which was kindly donated and erected by Tent City, a local business. I never realized how much stuff we had actually brought until it was all piled in front of the Coast Guard base—250 gallons of gas, 300 gallons of water, 25 scuba tanks, diving compressor, computers, food and a mountain of personal gear and equipment for each team member.
The remainder of the day was spent unpacking, setting up camp and doing a dry-land training session in the survey methods we were going to use for the rapid assessment.