It was another relaxing day for the mom/daughter duo. The highlight was centered around food of course. We drove to the northern point of Great Exuma to a bar and grill called Exuma Point, about 20-30 minutes from Georgetown. Just go north on THE road and you’ll find it. It overlooks a shallow bay area protected by some small islands, but not quite as beautiful a view as we have seen other places. Nonetheless, it was DEFINTELY worth visiting. They are only open Saturdays and Sundays and they serve a delicious Bahamian buffet with a lot more selection than I’m used to seeing. It had fried whole snapper, fried grouper, fried chicken wings, baked chicken wings, stewed conch, some amazing cabbage-plantain dish, peas and rice, coleslaw, potato salad, salad, and a few others I can’t recall. The best part was that I was able to consume a vegetable. The island doesn’t grow or sell many good green veggies so always take the opportunity to eat them if you are offered them. Otherwise, you’ll gain 15lbs on vacation stuffing your face with mac n cheese, peas n rice, etc. They looooove their carbs here!
We were the first to arrive and had a couple drinks and then the masses started to appear. One car after another, as if the lunch bell rang. It was the largest crowd I have seen in one restaurant before in Exuma. A whopping 15 or so in total. Dallas and Tamara and their two boys from Out Island Explorers showed up and then just a few minutes later, guess…who…else? My fairy godmother Rosemary!!! I hadn’t seen her yet even though I was staying 20 yards from her house. I didn’t have a good way to contact her to coordinate a visit and I knew she was entertaining guests so I didn’t want to just show up. I was elated that I got to say hello. We agreed to meet up sometime during the next week to catch up on the latest. What a treat to get to see her.
The other interesting highlight of our Exuma Point experience was a little story about a cave. When I first visited in 2013, the bartender told us about this cave down the beach where an old German man lived for many years. I don’t know the entire story but I recall hearing he walked around naked, and that his family came and took him home and he died shortly thereafter. I toured the cave during that trip and it was left just like he had it. Ahhhhhmazing. This guy just chilled in his cave on the beach, walked around naked, and ate who knows what. Well, this trip I noticed it was closed so I asked the bartender (different bartender) why. She said “it’s closed because I live there”. I’m sorry, come again?!?! Yep, she moved in and now lives there half the year and Canada the other half. She managed to get a small tent inside that bad boy and is officially a cave dweller. How freaking cool is that. Talk about living the minimalist life! I envy that shit. Not sure I’m tough enough to pull that one off though. The sand flies and mosquitoes would be the death of me. But cool to talk about anyway.
Mom left on Monday and both Monday and Tuesday were workdays, which is a long story, so nothing exciting to report. But Wednesday, ohhhhhh Wednesday. Another off-the-charts, mind boggling, pinch me kind of day. I’m staying at a friend’s house near Little Exuma where I haven’t done much exploring. It’s too far outside the Minns Watersports boundary so I don’t know all the secret slices of paradise there. Thanks to my trusty friend here, I got the scoop. So here it is.
If you can get access to a kayak and don’t mind a bit of a paddle, drop in right at the Little Exuma bridge, technically called The Ferry, and head towards the ocean. You’ll see a shit ton of mangroves but also a channel that goes through them. Follow the channel to the right and then just cry. Just go ahead and cry because that’s what I wanted to do. I have now seen it at high tide and at low tide and they look so different. Today, it was low tide and it was sand bar heaven. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m all out of adjectives and superlatives. It was just f-ing unreal. It’s called The Cut as it actually leads right to the ocean, which is more obvious at high tide. But wow, the water and the sand are too perfect for words. And as always, I had the whole place to myself. The house on the cliff has probably one of the best views on the whole island and a waterman or photographers playground for a backyard. It was a tough paddle to get there from the house I’m staying at but only because the winds picked up on the way back. But I definitely recommend a picnic or a paddle, or both, to see the beauty that lies on the other side of these mangroves.
After a short dip in the pool, I was off to sightsee and have lunch at Santana’s. I stopped at the usual places along the way; Forbes Hill beach and the Salt Beacon. Then found a spot at a somewhat crowded Santana’s. About 10 people. The beach at Santana’s is probably one of the most underrated beaches in Exuma. It is just gorgeous and right in the backyard, so easily accessible to anyone. No popping of tires from long rocky roads or anything of the sort. On calm days, the ocean looks like a crystal clear lake. Not a single wave. Just a small ripple that slaps along the sand. It was so clear today that you could easily see the colors and detail of the lemon shark that does laps up and down the shallow coast. I couldn’t help but go for a swim (sharks don’t care about me, they just want scraps from Santana’s) so I did and I had a little stranger join me! A cute little potcake came out for a little dip as well. What a life he lives. Sign me up.
A couple more dips in the pool, and a nap on the outdoor couch ended yet another insanely wonderful day. I should do this more often.