One day I paddled my kayak up to a pristine beach. The water was crystal clear and the sand was beautiful and white. The wind rippled the water with the same pattern as the sand below the shallow waves. My footprints were the only ones on the beach. What a wonderful time for relaxing and reflecting. I wandered along picking up a few sand dollars and other shells and thanking God for the opportunity for Troy and I to be able to share this adventure together.
We finally decided that it was time to move on so we weighed anchor and headed south to Little Farmers Cay. There is a very small community here and everyone who lives here (about 60 people) is related to each other. All descended from one woman, Chrisanna, a freed slaved who brought her two sons and one daughter here and settled the island. Everyone is very friendly and I even got a hand written recipe for Bahamian Peas n Rice from Tasha, the owner of the small store. She even gave me a papaya from the tree in her back yard, some bacon to flavor my rice and a couple of goat peppers (same as habanero peppers).
|Inside the Oven Rock Cave|
|It was great to swim in the cave|
|Hiking to the Cave|