Following a good night's sleep, we were up and moving early. I shared a final "bon voyage" text with Ti Amo as they departed Green Turtle Cay, crossing back to the States. By 8:30 they had lost cell service and were well on their way. We made some water and charged the batteries, then were ready to go exploring. The tide was rising as we came ashore, making today's ride on the swing much wetter than yesterday's. No worries, all wet clothes dry quickly. We began by walking around the grounds of Pete's Pub & Gallery. Most folks come for the Pub, but the art should not be missed. Large bronze sculptures are on display inside and out. All have been cast in the on-site foundry. It would have been great to get a tour and hear more of the history, but the foundry was closed today.
Our first destinations were north and we picked up the trail for the lighthouse ruins and beach. The old lighthouse sat up on the bluff and had definitely seen better days. Over a hundred years old, it was once operated by a husband and wife team who were Little Harbour's only inhabitants. One thing you can still tell is that the view from their windows was amazing. From there we continued to the beach and walked up to the Cut, watching the waves crash against the shore.
I was once again on the lookout for sea beans. Since finding my first one, I have had no luck and was beginning to doubt their existence. Almost done with our walk and back to the path, a huge one washed up in the surf, just a few feet in front of me. There had to be a bigger meaning behind its appearance. I excitedly scooped it up, brushed it off, and secured it in my pocket. We made our way back to Pete's Pub as lunch service began. We were joined by Melissa, Jeff, and Scout from Flip Flop who had had been exploring the southern trails. Pete's signature Blaster was a welcome refreshment as we awaited our meals. Further examination of the sea bean took place. It is at least twice the size of my first one.
The view of the mooring field was incredible. After lunch, Barry and I went south in search of the trail to Bookies Beach. We missed the trail entrance and saw a little more of nature than anticipated, but all was good. Interesting plants and animals could be found all around. The little lizard was in the trunk of the plant with the red flower.
Trailhead finally identified, we made our way to the ocean. Much of the beach access area is now private land. We speculated that this property may be owned by a relative of Dr. Seuss. Nicely done sign. Bookies Beach began with the typical rough "moon rock" shore, but then opened up to a clean, powdery sand. The sand was so soft that it was difficult to walk in. Each step sunk in three to four inches. I found several pieces of sea glass along the walk. Barry found two more coconuts and carried them back as a butterfly hovered over his head.
Back in the dinghy, we visited the caves on the west side of the mooring field. There was only a tiny fringe of beach so we didn't pull in and get out. We had heard that hundreds of bats lived inside and will take that to be true. I enjoyed the rock which appeared to be hovering over the water.
We gathered on Flip Flop for dinner. They had caught a mahi on the way from Spanish Wells and graciously offered to share. We brought salad and rice and enjoyed a few hours together. We will head different ways in the morning, but hope to see them again before we all cross back to the States.
Our first destinations were north and we picked up the trail for the lighthouse ruins and beach. The old lighthouse sat up on the bluff and had definitely seen better days. Over a hundred years old, it was once operated by a husband and wife team who were Little Harbour's only inhabitants. One thing you can still tell is that the view from their windows was amazing. From there we continued to the beach and walked up to the Cut, watching the waves crash against the shore.
I was once again on the lookout for sea beans. Since finding my first one, I have had no luck and was beginning to doubt their existence. Almost done with our walk and back to the path, a huge one washed up in the surf, just a few feet in front of me. There had to be a bigger meaning behind its appearance. I excitedly scooped it up, brushed it off, and secured it in my pocket. We made our way back to Pete's Pub as lunch service began. We were joined by Melissa, Jeff, and Scout from Flip Flop who had had been exploring the southern trails. Pete's signature Blaster was a welcome refreshment as we awaited our meals. Further examination of the sea bean took place. It is at least twice the size of my first one.
The view of the mooring field was incredible. After lunch, Barry and I went south in search of the trail to Bookies Beach. We missed the trail entrance and saw a little more of nature than anticipated, but all was good. Interesting plants and animals could be found all around. The little lizard was in the trunk of the plant with the red flower.
Trailhead finally identified, we made our way to the ocean. Much of the beach access area is now private land. We speculated that this property may be owned by a relative of Dr. Seuss. Nicely done sign. Bookies Beach began with the typical rough "moon rock" shore, but then opened up to a clean, powdery sand. The sand was so soft that it was difficult to walk in. Each step sunk in three to four inches. I found several pieces of sea glass along the walk. Barry found two more coconuts and carried them back as a butterfly hovered over his head.
Back in the dinghy, we visited the caves on the west side of the mooring field. There was only a tiny fringe of beach so we didn't pull in and get out. We had heard that hundreds of bats lived inside and will take that to be true. I enjoyed the rock which appeared to be hovering over the water.
We gathered on Flip Flop for dinner. They had caught a mahi on the way from Spanish Wells and graciously offered to share. We brought salad and rice and enjoyed a few hours together. We will head different ways in the morning, but hope to see them again before we all cross back to the States.
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