If you faced nothing but miles and miles of sand, to your left, and to your right, what would you want to do?
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We were anchored at Pomato Point, and sitting back to enjoy the evening sundowner ritual, when I suddenly asked,
"Honey?"
"Yes dear" replied Dave.
"Would you say Pom
ayyyto, or Pom
ahhhhto?"
"Hmm... " was the response. We quite quickly lost our train of thought as we watched Mother Nature bedazzle the evening skies with stupendous display of yellows, oranges, and reds.
Anegada is the most Northern Island of the BVI chain and if you didn't know it was there, you'd likely miss her, or worse, run aground on her many reefs.
"Which is probably what makes her attractive to many divers wishing to dive the wrecks here" I thought as I read the Cruising Guide.
Having spent the last many seasons in the Caribbean, surrounded by majestic cliffs jutting up from the ocean depths, Anegada lies quite, well... flat.
Unlike her neighbourly Southern islands, she is not volcanic in origin, but made up mostly of coral and limestone, that allow her to boast of her many miles of beaches of beautiful sand and I truly think that these palm trees might be the tallest things we see.
We'd been here for a very short two days for the DarkNSTormy last year, but wanted to return to Adventure some more, and it being not even 15 nm from Virgin Gorda, now seemed like a good time. We were part of a traffic line of boats heading there, and surely practicing our rules of the road as the outgoing Anegada traffic headed towards us.
It's kind of funny, in a way, that the entire population of Anegada numbers around the 300 mark, and there is probably that many incoming/outgoing tourists, probably on a daily basis, given the number of masts we saw, both moored and anchored, by the Anegada Reef Hotel.
Thankfully, at Pomato Point, we numbered a total of three.
The next morning, when planning our day (after coffee, of course!!) we were faced with options as follows. Miles of beach to our left, and miles of beach to our right.
and so given our options, we opted to go for a long walk, with only the sandpipers keeping us company on our Journey,
and this is what we saw along the way.
They didn't seem too afraid of us intruding on their surf,
although they kept one eye on us, and when we got too close, they flew away only to land on the other side.
Every so often we would have to be careful not to trip on some haphazardly placed objects that had drifted ashore,
battered and beaten and bound by some random fishing nets,
until the Capt'N discovered this.
"I really don't know what this is dear?" he said, quizzically analyzing the electrical wires and spacings, the rusty carriage, mostly sunk and buried in the sand.
Near the North-Western tip of the island we came across this,
the hardened sandbags, some burst wide open
from the constant surf, but all the while making it easy to clamber up top for a better view, and if you look closely enough, some brave surfers,
battling the surf to ride that perfect wave.
Hours later, our feet and toes pedicured by the sand, our muscles feeling rather used, not from walking uphill as has been the routine as of late, but rather along the miles and miles of beachfront, across sometimes sinking sand, we came back to Banyan, patiently waiting for us to come home.
After a refreshing swim, we sat down in our cockpit with great relief, and both exclaimed "Ahhhh", quite simultaneously.
Ahh, it's been a good walk. Ahh, it's a beautiful beach. Ahh, it's nice to be sitting. Ahh....
"Ahh, I know!!" I exclaimed, "It's got to be Pom
ahhhto" Wouldn't you agree?