First it was a haircut on the beach where Dudley lost all of his curls and locks, under the Chickee...then a hike over the craggy limestone rocks. We wended our way through the brush, across Banshee Creek and around some scrub trees, red, white and black mangrove beds all the way up to Boo Boo Hill.

The lore of Boo Boo Hill goes as follows: On a wild, stormy day many years ago a luckless schooner sank off Warderick Wells. All souls perished in the disaster. Not a single body was recovered for a Christian burial. Local people say that if you climb to the crest of the hill at the bloom of the full moon, you can hear the voices of the lost souls singing hymns. Either by the light of the sun or the glow of the moon, this trail shares with you some of the enchanment of the Exuma Cays Land and Sea Park.

So many did and it's nice to revisit what's so near and dear to our hearts. We have a very special bench just around the corner, but our lips are sealed on this one.

Bec