04 August 2021 | Hayman Island
Jenny Gaskell | Tropical
We were sitting in the saloon after breakfast planning our day, when I glanced at the porthole to see if we had another cloudless blue sky. My life flashed before my eyes when I witnessed a bowsprit headed right for our porthole! I swore someone must be bloody asleep at the helm (or downstairs making a coffee), as I sprinted up the companion way, only to hear "Hey Man! So you are home!"
So relieved to see a familiar face as our mate and his boat "Sand Dollar" veered away missing Condesa by what seemed like not-very-much from where I stood. The brain kicked in, all was not as I thought and I replied, we were just about to sail around to Hayman Island and do the long track up to "Gods Chair". (Which, quite frankly I thought I was actually in for the real deal a second ago!). "Have you ever been Pete? It's a massive rock, like the palm of god's hand right on the ridge of a cliff, where you can see everything for what it really is."
"Oh Righto sounds good, might see you there", I heard the words thrown to the wind as he arced away and smoothly carried out his manoeuvre.
I watched him, his boat an extension of himself, so comfortable and confident. The two of them working as one, with loads of ability and agility. He casually altered their heading and drifted on.
Sometimes our best laid plans don't alway come off. We didn't get to sit in God's Chair this year, as it's now private property. Nor did we see Pete or Sand Dollar again that day. However, we did snorkel the reef and had our picnic on a massive flat rock. I've rightly named that rock "God's table", the next best thing after the trek fail.
From the table we overlooked the beach ladened with coral pieces, all washed up since cyclone Debbie devastated this region five years ago. Life's free gifts were all under the water, hundreds of colourful tropical fish and small clams holding their own in the name of undeniable beauty.
As we nibbled away at our spread I knew the Parrot fish were all nashing their pearly whites on the coral to reach the algae and microbes within. These grinning fish were kindly rejuvenating our reef, whilst we nourished ourselves, as the day was only half over.