On the 25th we pulled anchor and headed down the channel making tracks to Long Island. This would be our first trip here as in the past we just never made it. After zigging and zagging our way through our way points we pointed the nose east, deployed the spinnaker, and settled in for a beautiful days sail.
|Beautiful water and a beautiful sail|
There were two boats ahead of us in the distance, us and s/v Triumph and s/v Glide pulling up the rear. As we were about an hour out Glide radioed us and said there was to be a gathering on the beach shortly after our arrival so I headed below to whip up an appetizer. We slipped into Thompson Bay and anchored in the north part of the anchorage along with several other boats. We had another boater calling us as we entered the harbor inviting us to the beach gathering before we even had the hook set. We had just enough time to clean ourselves up a bit, lower the dinghy and engine and head over to the beach gathering. Lots of folks we had never met before and what a spread they had laid out. It amazes me how boaters can throw together such great appetizers when several things are so hard to come by here in the Bahamas.
|Cruisers get together on the beach|
|cruisers parking lot|
We met several new people and had a great time heading back to the boat before dusk when the bugs would begin to take over. The following day we and Elaine & Bill from Triumph decided to hike to the beach and do some beach combing but first we had to wait for a front to pass as it was suppose to blow overnight. As you can see it was arriving while we were enjoying our morning coffee.
|The morning front that came through|
After the rain quit we waited till things calmed down and the sun returned then we set off. Everyone had said you have to go down to electrical pole 108, and hike the path to the beach. We found a little place to stow the dinghies and a path that led to a wall with a few stones missing that we were able to shimmy through.
|just a cool old motor bike we saw sitting propped up on the trail, parked and forgotten about|
We walked down Queens Highway for what seemed like forever counting the poles down as we did.
|Thompson Bay with Renegade sitting under the arrow|
Finally pole 108 sat before us and we hiked the path making tracks toward the Atlantic side. It was a beautiful beach if you could get past the sight of piles and piles of plastics littering it.
Anyone who can look at this sight and not believe that humans have a huge impact on our environment must be crazy. It’s a sad sight and to know this stuff isn’t going anywhere anytime soon is bothersome. This is the type of stuff that is thrown over, or falls off ships and boats only to find its way here. Fishing nets, water bottles, bottle caps, plastic buckets…….
|This is all plastics that are littering the beach, all sizes and shapes|
|Our travelling companions for several days|
|Clarence Town from atop the church|
|Look at the many colors of the water|
Afterwards we ended up at the Flying Fish Marina where we found a nice cold beer to quench our thirst. Then it was onto Deans Blue Hole.
I have seen a special on Discovery Channel or something like it telling about it and thought it would be nice to see in person. World record free dives are set here. Free diving consists of a diver diving down on his own breath and returning to surface with no assistance or breath below. I have learned there are two types of free diving, one is assisted with weights and pulleys and the other is with no assistance. The hole is 663 feet deep and is the deepest seawater blue hole with the clearest water and a beautiful half moon beach surrounding it.
|The gang at Deans Blue Hole|
Our crew took the hike up to the top of the cliff that overlooks the hole and Dirk of course saw a challenge there. It’s as high as I think a 10 meter board is all the way down to just a couple feet above the surface. Dirk opted for the middle ground going a bit higher on his second dive.
|Dirk diving from the lower level|
Yep, couldn’t do it just once….That’s my husband. After poking around Deans for a while we headed back up the road to find a cave to explore. There is one you can pay $10.00 per person and get a personal guide and we hear it is wonderful but we also hear it takes about 45 minutes. We had not eaten lunch yet and it was beginning to get late so we opted out to find our own. After talking to the lady in the museum we had stopped in at our first stop we learned of one, now, just to find it. Up the road, back down the road, uh stop, there it is. The road being partially hidden by shrubs we had missed it the first time. We all poked around the small caves not going inside the holes as it was pretty dark in there.
|Boys will be boys|