2.14.2010

Exuma Park, Warderick Wells


Exuma Park, Warderick Wells

We found ourselves holed up at Warderick Wells Park for several days waiting for yet another cold front to pass. I can think of far worse places to find myself stuck for Warderick Wells Park is a stunning place with crystal clear turquoise blue water and pure white beaches with ultra fine sand. The moorings are lined up outlining the crescent shaped beach which results in the boats swinging together and forming a line that reminded me of synchronized swimmers. When you first arrive at the beach next to the camp headquarters you are met by a real whale skeleton, which definitely put me in awe when I realized the size of this massive mammal. The park covers 176 square miles and it is prohibited to fish, dive for lobster or conch, collect shells, or take even a leaf from the park for this reason you are allowed to take only photos and leave only your footprints, which is what we did. There are multiple trails to walk and climb. The first one we chose was a trail that took us to a place called Booboo Hill. To our surprise the trail consisted of mostly volcanic rock walking and climbing. I was not prepared for rock climbing as I of course was wearing my flip flops. Half way up the trail guess what happened?? I blew out my flip flop! So there I was on a volcanic rock hill and only one flip with no flop. The Captain was kind enough to allow me to wear his as he stumbled back down the hill. It was charming to watch him maneuver back down the rocks wearing my too small for him blown out flip that was producing a massive flop with each step! At the top of Booboo hill you are encouraged to leave a memento. We noticed that most people left drift wood with their boat name painted or burnt into the wood. The next day we adventured out on another trail that also leads to Booboo Hill. There were many caves on this trail as well as a swinging bridge. This time we searched for a piece of drift wood as we walked so we could leave a memento on the hill. We reached a crest that overlooked the sound and to our amazement we noticed a rock that looked just like a lion. What are your thoughts?? Lion huh! Another of nature’s art projects! We came upon a magnificent pristine beach where we hung out for quite sometime. I made a face out of an old coconut and trash I found on the beach as the Captain spent some quiet meditation time. I also played around on the beach taking photos as well as taking in all the beauty of this enchanting place. After some time I noticed that the Captain was no longer in his meditation spot. I began searching for him. After a short search I found him attentively placing rocks in a column on top of a hill. I collected a few rocks but my curiosity was too much for me to hold back. So I inquired as to the purpose of the rock pile. He stated that he had been pondering the idea that he needed to make a tribute, a special place for his dad. He said that he had not found the right spot until now. This was the location to build a tribute dedicated to his father, Charles Montgomery, whose birthday was quickly approaching as well as to all of our loved ones who are no longer with us on this earth. From that point on we silently and tenderly placed rocks one on top of another. I had to wrestle back the tears numerous times as my mind wandered to the memories of my son, Jerry. We both
knew in our hearts when the tribute was completed. We stood back and noticed how superbly all the rocks fit together. At that moment we stood there astonished by this wonderful piece of art that was sent to the Captain through the heavens. I can’t speak for the Captain but I would bet he was feeling the same as I was, a bit melancholy but mostly grateful that we had been blessed to have these wonderful people in our lives for the time we did. The finished tribute faced a majestic breathtaking view in all directions. How long it will stand there before people or winds knock it down is unknown but in our hearts it will forever be there looking out at the water that stretches on for eternity. The rest of the afternoon was spent quietly as we found our hearts and souls at peace. Eventually during our stay we did find a piece of drift wood on one of our walks, the Captain wrote the name of Mary Rose on it with our initials with a piece of charred wood. We climbed our way back to Booboo Hill left Mary’s mark in the mound of other boat names. We are thankful to have spent some time in this magnificent place, we found a few moments of soul touching peace, spent time in nature and had the opportunity to meet the headquarters pet nurse shark!

Peace and fair winds!

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