Hiking on Warderick Wells Cay
18 February 2011 | Warderick Wells Cay
I’m not sure if I’ll have Internet this evening, so I’m going to write and post this now. This afternoon we’re going snorkeling, but I bought Internet access for 24 hours, and by the time we get back it will be expired. I’ll probably wait and buy it again tomorrow.
This morning after we took Fuzzy for his walk on the beach and cleaned up the boat we left Fuzzy aboard and went for a hike. First we loaded up our Suncor imitation CQR anchor that has been living under the dinette and took it in and gave it to the park. They had a wish list on their bulletin board and anchors were on it. Bud said he felt better giving it away rather than selling it to someone who might have the same trouble we did. The man from the park was very glad to get it. He knew about the problem with setting, and evidently CQR anchors don’t do well in the Bahamas. I’m not sure if it’s the type of sand or what, but Anthony, from the park, and another sailor both said they couldn’t get CQR’s to reliably set without actually diving on them. If the park uses the anchor for a mooring, they use a pump to pick up sand under the anchor and blow it back on top until the anchor is buried to the top of it’s shank. Then it won’t come out.
After that we set out to Boo Boo Hill. It’s the tallest hill on this end of the island. It’s supposed to be haunted by the ghosts of a shipload of missionaries who supposedly went down in a storm of this cay. There is no historical record of this, but it makes a good story. Anyway, Boo Boo Hill is the only place in the park where you’re allowed to leave anything behind. You can leave a sign with your name and date, provided it’s on driftwood. They aren’t permanent; the oldest I could find was from 2005. Before that, they must all have disintegrated from the wind blown sand. This photo is of Bud placing our little sign that he carved. I put a picture of the sign in the gallery.
From Boo Boo Hill we hiked down to the beach on the Exuma Sound side. What a difference. I stood at the top of the ridge and took a picture of the wavy sound and the smooth banks on the other side for comparison.
On the way back we hiked up the other way for a bit to the Blow Holes. These are holes in the rocky hill that go all the way down and out to the water on the sound side. The waves force air through them. I took a photo of Bud just after the rushing air blew his hat off.
The views were beautiful and there are a couple of other photos in the gallery from the hike.
We got back to the boat around noon. Poor Fuzzy was yelping. He’s still not doing well with being left behind. When we go snorkeling we’ll take him in the dinghy. We take turns snorkeling, so Fuzzy so someone is always with the dinghy. We’ll also stop at a beach so he can get out and walk for a while.