I guess my expectations are undergoing major adjustment in that what I expected to see at Highborne was greatly overinflated. The tiny marina was just a blip. We pulled up to the fuel dock and tossed our lines to the attendant. We needed to top off our water tanks with their $.50 per gallon RO water, fill our gasoline tanks for the dinghy and top off our diesel tank and jerry cans. The attendant got a little high-and-mighty when we told him we had a very slow-fill tank, actually told us that if a big boat came in we would have to move and let them in… But none did so he got a little bit nicer as it came closer to tipping time… That attitude and the fact that the supposedly RO water tested out at 408 ppm… I would say we probably won’t go back there.
Exuma Cays Land & Sea Park until after we arrived. There are four very well maintained mooring balls here with mention of paying at an honor-system box somewhere ashore. We figured we would just as soon anchor, since we were only stopping one night to wait for a shot at a mooring ball at Warderick Wells… but after motoring around the basin we found the best (most adequate) depths to be right around the northernmost mooring ball. So we just picked it up and settled in by mid afternoon.
|Coral sand and sandstone shelves|
|Love them curly tails!|
|Warderick Wells on the horizon|
|The Ranger Station|
|Dinghies arriving for happy hour at the Tiki|
Hutia might say that WE are the uninvited ones. Andrew (our park ranger) had given us the heads-up about these furry little guys. He said "It's not a matter of IF, you see them... only a matter of WHEN". We didn't have to wait long. Scurrying sounds in the brush told us of their presence in large numbers, but we only saw three or four. They were brave enough to walk right out into the happy hour crowd. I wonder if they would make good boat pets...
But doesn't Bruce look cool?
Stromatolite reefs said to be found here. I'm not sure that we found them... really didn't know what to look for. But we did find a lot of fish and superb visibility revealing this fascinating underwater world.
|I wanted to eat him, but Bruce reminded me we're in a park...|
|This fish thought he was hiding from us.|
It was just so joyous! I know! What's happened to me??? I made Sand Angels while most of the rest of the world was making SNOW Angels!!!
Suddenly my own self kicked back in and I began to wonder if I would suffer from a sand flea infestation and quickly rinsed the sand back off again. But it was fun while the madness lasted...
Day three: I spent some time in the morning whittling. Yes. Whittling. There is a hill here on the island that is the only place that it is pemissable to leave anything but tracks.
I used a sharpie to write our name, then carved it out to last forever. Then I filled it in with sharpie again. I think it turned out pretty good and I didn't even lose a finger.
We spent some time up there alone with the view. It really is spectacular. We were in no hurry to leave. The only other thing on our agenda today is to come back up here to take the pathway to the blow holes... but that was much later.
|The pile on Boo Boo Hill|
There is a memorial bench there. It's nice to think of it there with that view... for all time. Now a little piece of us will always be a part of this place.
|The tiny hermit crab that is far far from home|
Tomorrow we will leave here and continue on. But we could have stayed longer enjoying this park and all it has to offer. As members of the Bahamas National Trust... we WILL be back to enjoy this Jewel.