Cambridge Cay was great! It’s been a little too hot (I can hear the empathy sighs from here) so we’ve had to organize our activities to avoid the heat of the midday sun. A morning snorkel in the “Aquarium of the Sea” was pretty great. The current runs a little strong, so I sat in the dinghy with my mask on and oogled and aaahhhed over the side of the boat while Tony hopped in holding the anchorline tied to the boat and clenched in my fist! When we pulled up to tie to the mooring at the ‘seaquarium’ easily 3 dozen Sergeant Majors (the cute little yellow/black striped ones) came schooling over. They come right up to you, and if you hold still they’ll given gentle, tiny pecks on your arm…totally adorable. This was the coolest snorkeling site I’ve seen, ever. It had a good variety of types of fish, and it was chocked full! We checked out a few of the other snorkeling sites in the area, and headed back to the boat to pause for the next tide for more exploring.
After lunch, and a re-application of sunscreen, we headed out to Rocky Dundas and Rachel’s Bubble Bath. Rocky Dundas is a magnificent cave to rival or best the more renowned Thunderhole Cave. Unfortunately, Tony and I cannot attest to that. It is best explored at slack low tide…we were just a wee bit too early and there was no way I’d go in listening to the surf slam from outside the undercut mountain of rock….so Tony was going to go, alone. Not on my life! We turned around, and headed to Bertha’s Bubble Bath!
What a spot! Across the Cut to Compass Cay we dragged our dinghy ashore and walked in about ¼ mile along the channel which drains the basin. The walking surface varies between sand the consistency of Dreamwhip and what feels like asphalt…they call it hardscour. Just so different from our experience. Anyway, we walked in through this low-tide drying area and come upon a big pool, closed in on our side by the built up hardscour and being intermittently filled by splash-over from the Exuma Sound side crashing through a window in the bank. The pool was just over our heads in the deepest part, mostly just comfortably chest deep; perfect for swimming, floating, looking for baby conch and marveling at the cliffs surrounding us. It’s called Rachel’s Bubble Bath from the seafoam which accumulates there from the force of the wave action. (Luckily, it was low tide so no foam to work our way through.) Again, we were completely alone in this wonderland.
The rays and a few nurse sharks were back in the evening, silently sliding by minding their serious business as we sat above decks sipping a cocktail. We’re expecting ‘some weather’ so we’ll head out tomorrow to find a tucked in spot with cell and internet access for Tony to be able to do some work. Until then,
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