We chartered a little boat, driven by an old islander named Jack, to take us to an uninhabited cay on the other side of the island. The boat trip is only about 35 minutes, and Jack is a fisherman who’s been in these waters his whole life. As I got into the boat this morning, knowing it’s been a windy week, I asked Jack if it was safe to go out in the little boat on such a windy day. In his thick, island creole accent and the voice of a very old man he told me, “it’ll be a bit rough on the way back, be we’ll make it.” I felt reassured.
Along the way we could see many of the other cays, some of which have little houses on them that you could rent. After about an hour on our island, nothing left to explore, we were a little relieved that we hadn’t decided to rent one.
The island had a beautiful white sandy beach on one side, trees in the middle, and rocks and pieces of coral on the other side, where the reef was.
Mostly the island was beautiful, but many campers and picnickers come here and it looks like the caretaker is getting a little behind in a few spots. I’ve always thought it would be interesting to do a series of beautiful photographs of ugly things like trash on a tropical island. This is a start.