tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74138070149755891832024-03-14T07:04:50.805-04:00The EyeballAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-73930803471726981612013-03-04T09:20:00.000-05:002013-04-02T11:46:28.218-04:00Walking the Line<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Walking is a chance to think - ponder a question, examine a point of view, wonder at the beauty of nature or tap into the creativity of your mind by exploring a shape or color. As I left the house this morning I was struck by the number of lines - both straight and crooked - that were in front of me. Walking down the bumpy line (Victoria Street) that hugs the west side of Salt Cay, I took the opportunity to record a few of the lines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Lines of Stone</b>. The Main Salinas is a network of lines build with stone. The lines of stone served to separate the salt ponds to allow the harvesting of salt for many generations on the island. They represent hours and hours of hard work by the forefathers of the island. Without these lines, Salt Cay may have just been a small, uninhabited desert island. Sweat, stone and salt lines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Disappearing White Line</b> is a cement cap on the wall that runs the length of Victoria Street dividing the Salinas and the road. There are breaks in the wall in places that allowed the donkey carts in to collect the salt in days gone by. Today you can see the names of some of the guys who have repaired it and worked on the roads within the past ten years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Holy Bell! Lines</b>. This is the bell tower outside of the St. John's Anglican Church. Once rung to announce time to come to church, it is one of three bells that are still left on the island. There's another at the Methodist Church. And there used to be a bell by the Mary Robinson Elementary School to let the island children know they'd better hurry or they'd be late!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There may have been other bells too but these are the only three that I know are still around. We don't hear them ring anymore but walking past them, you can't help think of a simpler time when it was a bell and not a telephone call that would serve to get a person going!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Holy Disappearing Line</b> with a disappearing shadow line on the ground and a bisecting line from the power line. Okay, I may digress a bit from time to time - or is it just a stretch of my imagination? But this wall around the Anglican Church was calling to my camera and when I took a good look at the photo I enjoyed thinking about how this wall disappears into the Sea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It doesn't actually disappear into the Sea. Located on the west side of Victoria Street, the church grounds overlook the Sea. These sturdy walls keep the winds and animals out of the graveyard and church. This particular wall goes all the way back to the Sea before it wraps around the Sea side of the church grounds to protect the graveyard from the Sea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Shadows of Tin Lines</b> from the roof on top of the Government Cistern by Deane's Dock. Interesting observation goes with this one. If you really look at the shadows of anything white or light grey, you'll find the shadows are blue - reflections of the sea. Fantastic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />The sun has only been up for about an hour when these photos were taken and the intensity and number of lines are great. Standing back to get a view of side of the cistern adds another dimension. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This cistern and all of the other Government cisterns on the island have been empty for a number of months now. Everyone is waiting for rain and begging the TCI Government to replace the outdated RO System on the island. (Update in April - we're still waiting for rain and water resources are very, very limited.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A few years ago Cable & Wireless (now Lime) were going to clean up the area they don't use anymore but because of the osprey nest on the top, they left the tower (and all the other stuff too).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There are no birds in the nest this year and I'm not really sure what their nesting habits are. We have three nesting places on island currently. There used to be a nest on one of the windmills in the Salinas but a hurricane took that one away. Of the two on the East side of the island (see earlier blog), only one of them is currently in use. The Northeast nesting platform has a partially completed nest, guess they didn't like that location.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Lines Up or Down</b>. The first set of steps that were put in at Dunscombe Point swimming pool this year. Left over from the salt industry days, the little pool area is a great place to snorkel and swim even when the Sea is fairly rough. A great place to snorkel out of and I have enjoyed kayaking from my house to the pool too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>Bird Line</b>. One of the two osprey nesting areas that a bunch of guys did a few years ago (see earlier blog for the whole story). If you look closely you'll see that this osprey is really into Salt Cay Island Grunge decor and have included bits and pieces of rope with buoy attached. The lines on the pole seem to twist as they rise to the sky.(Hey don't forget that you can click on any of the pictures to take a look at it in full screen... some of them are fantastic that way.)</span><br />
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-37411151874644721352013-03-03T10:30:00.000-05:002013-04-01T08:35:51.309-04:00Oldest Bike on Salt Cay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is my bike... it's a little over 16 years old now and has seen a lot of dirt roads, rocks, acacia thorns, donkey and cow droppings and has crashed & burned twice. Only two crashes - one in some soft sand, the bike went one way and I went the other but was able to catch myself. The second time was up by the water transfer station by Ms. Natalie's house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It had been raining on Salt Cay for a couple of days and the sand/salt roads were slick. I had to get out of the house and decided to take a short bike ride up to the airport and back. For whatever reason, on the way back I thought I'd take the side road behind Ms. Natalie's that runs along the salinas. The mud was so slick that the bike went flying out to the right and my butt landed firmly (and jarringly!) in the mud. To this day you can see the butt print in the road and the shorts I was wearing never came clean. Okay, maybe not the butt print in the road...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I used to have a front basket but it disappeared a few years ago when my bike went missing for a week. That's another story. Anyway, the back baskets were on a bike that Diver Mike had. He got a new bike and was sad to think about his baskets going to the dump... fortunately we talked and I inherited the fantastic back baskets! They come in handy for carrying groceries, stuff that I find along the road, my computer when I have to bike somewhere for a connection, and my towel and a bottle of water when going to North Beach or Candy's pool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Notice the new seat? That's new this year!! Enrique Dickenson came up with one for me. The old one was so rusted out that it was like riding on a board. This new one might not be blue but I love it! And be sure to enlarge the photo so you can check out the fenders on my bike. The back fender is a piece of plastic that Mike found at the dump. The front fender was so rusted this year that Mike had to attach a wire to keep the fender from rubbing against my tire and making an annoying noise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I love my bike. I've thought about getting one of those new fancy aluminum fat tire bikes and maybe some day I will. The oldest bike on Salt Cay and I still have a lot of adventures left to take together. Ride on.</span>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-8074417867548770942013-02-26T10:18:00.002-05:002013-04-01T07:52:55.070-04:005:30AM Moonset out the back door<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Up early this morning... 5:20AM Mike left to hike to the top of Taylor Hill so that he can catch the reverse Green Flash. Heather's coming by to go kayaking in the Creek on high tide at 6:45AM. 5:30AM Coffee is on, heading out to the beach deck to sit and enjoy the start of the day. Hey, look! Coffee cup on the table, grab the camera... the Moon is setting out the back door.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perfect start of the day. I'm back from kayaking - we used the Floan's double kayak with me in the front to see how my neck muscles </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(2-1/2 months after multi-level neck fusion) </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">would do with the paddling. And now - a few hours later, I'm fine! So there, the test is done. I can take my kayak out to Sea on a calm day - promising to have someone else put it in and take it out for me this year.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My morning walk usually turns me North but Saturday morning, I grabbed my camera and headed South to The Creek to collect a few pictures and take a look around. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr6rVC9OrOAOoc4MHx_Luyy_nO4wcFGakEDZzJm-8NuAmjgjgM12jhWPmwcKKb4vMuuk_DGv4RW3YE8XnegzkkoNKcZIlAgENaO7fsSggS5f5ZsSPl165lkI5x55DjqYqKwCJ-zz8wgg/s1600/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr6rVC9OrOAOoc4MHx_Luyy_nO4wcFGakEDZzJm-8NuAmjgjgM12jhWPmwcKKb4vMuuk_DGv4RW3YE8XnegzkkoNKcZIlAgENaO7fsSggS5f5ZsSPl165lkI5x55DjqYqKwCJ-zz8wgg/s200/1c.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I chose to take the 2nd left as you head down Victoria Street thinking that the road might be a little easier to walk on without flinging myself to the ground by stepping on a rock. (Body flinging has always been a "favorite" pastime.) The 2nd left is a giant open area that is often filled with island cows and donkeys, floods and gets slippery when wet and is a great wide place to turn around. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've reached the three month mark on the left knee replacement and six months on the right knee replacement... the joy of walking without pain is so incredible. Totally life changing and wonderful. It's been at least four or five years since I last walked over to the Creek to just snap pictures and relax. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was almost high tide, a great time at the Creek. On Tuesday I'll be heading down here in the morning to kayak a little. This morning I got carried away looking at the textures of the water.</span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Beautiful day for a walk... headed home, stopped in for coffee (with Baileys) with my friend Sonia and stopped at the store, picked up a couple of cans of apple juice from Eloisa (at Mr. & Mrs. Dickenson's Store) and looked forward to checking out the pictures of textures that I took. Think that I got a few that will translate into fabric design for art quilting pretty nicely!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-20233776893050781912013-02-22T08:57:00.000-05:002013-02-25T09:14:55.652-05:00It's been awhile...<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Can't believe it's been three years since I've written anything...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Feels good to be thinking about this again.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRrO6rrIB4nCXPWxkfGNtLNv1s592nxCJky8G0oKdH0QhEus0LgTAQam9y-p62o2BE7wGa2q7CaLfccf1tDqukCUcD77_ob-o7X5n1KcD3C18rgFu_X6ced7rjvRPoSM8UAQCphUzDio/s1600/pirate_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRrO6rrIB4nCXPWxkfGNtLNv1s592nxCJky8G0oKdH0QhEus0LgTAQam9y-p62o2BE7wGa2q7CaLfccf1tDqukCUcD77_ob-o7X5n1KcD3C18rgFu_X6ced7rjvRPoSM8UAQCphUzDio/s200/pirate_1.jpg" width="128" /></a>Pirates over ran the island on Friday night, March 27th as the Salt Cay Women of Action sponsored a Community Pirate Party and Dance for the diverse Salt Cay community that includes Turks Islanders, Dominicans, Haitians, Americans, Canadians, St. Lucians, Filipinos and a number of others countries.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkncVBWgBT7H81P8d4jqCnj85U8fq2UYvRcpabCy94AHOaD7Hz4o42uNmuPcGOdyONPm9QxcZr2uGdiFJvLqB9jNfC-fS7Z9nGN2avpD6qCOKslXv2bTBYvvUVPDtbdVvBa6xG6cHeVU/s1600/pirate_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkncVBWgBT7H81P8d4jqCnj85U8fq2UYvRcpabCy94AHOaD7Hz4o42uNmuPcGOdyONPm9QxcZr2uGdiFJvLqB9jNfC-fS7Z9nGN2avpD6qCOKslXv2bTBYvvUVPDtbdVvBa6xG6cHeVU/s200/pirate_2.jpg" width="148" /></a></div>
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A "finger food" buffet filled two large tables with BBQ chicken, fried chicken, cracked conch, deviled eggs, and numerous other wonderful dishes provided by many Salt Cay residents. </div>
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Festivities began about 7:30PM - actually a little later than that - they started on island time (which is always about 1/2 an hour later than scheduled).</div>
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Pirates of all ages arrived by bicycle, on buggies, trucks and on foot at the Salt Shed Community Center.</div>
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Rogue's Gallery of Salt Cay Pirates include:</div>
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The first Pirate Party on Salt Cay was a number of years ago at Mt. Pleasant Guest House sponsored by Candy Herwin (Pirates Hideaway) and Tim Dunn (Salt Cay White House) - a few years later Porter at Island Thyme Bistro hosted a few great Pirate Parties... and thanks to former Pirate Queen Sharon Herwin, the event has become a fun community event! We can't wait for next year... and look forward to the children's Pirate Party too!!</div>
<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-33409480114256334302010-03-20T15:22:00.004-04:002010-03-20T19:07:26.554-04:00Salt Cay's Education Week 2010<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Among the many activities marking Education Week earlier in the month of March in the Turks and Caicos Islands is Career Day on Salt Cay. On March 4th, students of Salt Cay's Mary Robinson Primary School walked from the school to the Salt Shed carrying placards and singing songs about the islands at the start of Career Day 2010.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihd303ihQ5rvBR8CzxIArHUSXpAQZNBZBxC959WEpwls5fpZHangs2eZInxWXbdPN3E2fJ3LkQEhY-qNf9PrTnJybikTFSs9CtSCgODQDj7fKVSGx-Qan83R3Mv1jjrnmtSz8NtRjvdgY/s1600-h/0career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihd303ihQ5rvBR8CzxIArHUSXpAQZNBZBxC959WEpwls5fpZHangs2eZInxWXbdPN3E2fJ3LkQEhY-qNf9PrTnJybikTFSs9CtSCgODQDj7fKVSGx-Qan83R3Mv1jjrnmtSz8NtRjvdgY/s400/0career.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">Arriving at the Salt Shed, students, teachers and community members were welcomed to Career Day 2010, by Mary Robinson Primary School Principal Shyvonne who introduced Salt Cay's District Commissioner Carolyn Dickenson.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzr9ti1c7CsBuVqaIt6jwLYxaEsOzW1SLpjH0P-1g0_9bzKrAKvXCohpbR-I2dMYbQPOcuuk00_b_rTIXg5TSW8J1TyEGsqL_dJqS0HZQRJISxMT79hZxxqmK1TaW4YbQE7L2TliFDXA/s1600-h/2career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzr9ti1c7CsBuVqaIt6jwLYxaEsOzW1SLpjH0P-1g0_9bzKrAKvXCohpbR-I2dMYbQPOcuuk00_b_rTIXg5TSW8J1TyEGsqL_dJqS0HZQRJISxMT79hZxxqmK1TaW4YbQE7L2TliFDXA/s200/2career.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">DC Ms. Carolyn read an address from HE Governor Gordon Wetherall stressing the importance of education, thanking the teachers for the fine work they do with the students who are the future of the Turks & Caicos Islands.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ms. Carolyn went on to encourage the students and reaffirm the importance of the theme for Education Week 2010, "Rebuilding the TCI through Commitment and Education."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The next portion of the program was the introduction of various members of the community to talk about their jobs and encourage the children to start thinking about what field they will be interested in when they grow up. With over 18 years experience, Nurse Simpson from Guyana works as a Staff Nurse, Midwife and Nurse Practitioner and she noted that one of the nice things about being a Nurse is that you can live anywhere!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_g1LRIaGM5B7gFruMjJDbNc_EQ9pFh_HF5_LR7q6DbZnRqGtqDQOxfdDGxYiOIfv3nWzBdahN88ePUbGej5rVQJo8G90CQkYcYAa4MN5SEXKn2Fyr8v1_EBm3TJG2CsRSgHoszuGhUE/s1600-h/3career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_g1LRIaGM5B7gFruMjJDbNc_EQ9pFh_HF5_LR7q6DbZnRqGtqDQOxfdDGxYiOIfv3nWzBdahN88ePUbGej5rVQJo8G90CQkYcYAa4MN5SEXKn2Fyr8v1_EBm3TJG2CsRSgHoszuGhUE/s400/3career.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Next on the program for Salt Cay's Career Day was a couple of songs by the students. They sang a song about the Turks and Caicos Islands and another that was a cute spelling song. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODqOthC1fk8Ad94WHpzOVdOcvQqmjhYnCho3I1T-PByjyJ35qv2wfqXH3mDPvfVvMjPgsFu32jKBIOGkXbO-mxrIeeUU_wxKVAjol7INBqM3MCF0oOCCoO3wO0yCqp_snqFvfiWqxDLU/s1600-h/4career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODqOthC1fk8Ad94WHpzOVdOcvQqmjhYnCho3I1T-PByjyJ35qv2wfqXH3mDPvfVvMjPgsFu32jKBIOGkXbO-mxrIeeUU_wxKVAjol7INBqM3MCF0oOCCoO3wO0yCqp_snqFvfiWqxDLU/s320/4career.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Police Officer Jeremy Spencer was a popular speaker of the day talking to the children about the various jobs in law enforcement including lawyer, judge and police officer. When he asked who wanted to see how the handcuffs worked, every hand went up! Raynard hammed it up as the officer showed how the cuffs went on - and he looked a little relieved when they were finally removed. Raynard's father, Fireman Newton Bassett got a few good pictures and laughs.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9WALZ2NYlxgLL8lRRPf51eRBsN1WkHMzkVxX2PZOl5msqPIbAbpr9VFixE_lP23iJcFTHAmdIWRdl4nQK3MKZTgmHYUAj2M885kPly6ZiyoF0_CUbanU2oIu2C6JPpIYt8h4YoLetck/s1600-h/6career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9WALZ2NYlxgLL8lRRPf51eRBsN1WkHMzkVxX2PZOl5msqPIbAbpr9VFixE_lP23iJcFTHAmdIWRdl4nQK3MKZTgmHYUAj2M885kPly6ZiyoF0_CUbanU2oIu2C6JPpIYt8h4YoLetck/s320/6career.jpg" /></a>Richard, the divemaster, and Ollie, co-owner, of <a href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc/">Salt Cay Divers</a> were the most popular career of the day. Richard explained the equipment to the children and got volunteers from the audience to try breathing through a regulator. He explained to the children that they can start learning to dive at 8 years old and asked how many would like to learn. About four or five hands shot up!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Richard asked them to identify some of the fish shown in the book he had. When they identified the shark he asked if they knew what to do if they saw a shark, one child yelled, "Run!"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixoJVpkfRgT3wMAp3WqqXCwVa6UJ0phPg1TsZwDLMzUc7e5fT6oKDwuZkoce9zHAaHBXhasXTeAvFsUlbUtdrXa6SnKV3VqInZuJYKW5EKmUQVUT1dFaGoXkYEWsI1WJOb2mscnE8GZn0/s1600-h/8career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixoJVpkfRgT3wMAp3WqqXCwVa6UJ0phPg1TsZwDLMzUc7e5fT6oKDwuZkoce9zHAaHBXhasXTeAvFsUlbUtdrXa6SnKV3VqInZuJYKW5EKmUQVUT1dFaGoXkYEWsI1WJOb2mscnE8GZn0/s200/8career.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The children (and members of the community who attended) learned the underwater hand signals for "up", "okay", "down", "boat", "turtle" and "shark." Students were also able to come up and try on a mask and snorkel and try breathing with it on.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ollie and Richard stressed the importance of helping the protect the underwater environment by making sure that all garbage, especially plastic bags and other things that can trap sea life are disposed of properly.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvGnTTdYqqCA3SXA8RZTYNTQ5RheD2nKyEGnilWHmvCrD4gCXJ6nQPYcPhovmbalhB6Ks6Wl55hCPuDccIYspSQySWAdFOjdm68RSAO6Dmixlr4MYT1O2hWISooVsixzXK9jNYv-3hE4/s1600-h/9career_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvGnTTdYqqCA3SXA8RZTYNTQ5RheD2nKyEGnilWHmvCrD4gCXJ6nQPYcPhovmbalhB6Ks6Wl55hCPuDccIYspSQySWAdFOjdm68RSAO6Dmixlr4MYT1O2hWISooVsixzXK9jNYv-3hE4/s200/9career_a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Next on the program for Career Day were interactive activities presented by <a href="http://www.islandthyme.tc/">Island Thyme Bistro</a> and <a href="http://www.saltcay.org/">me</a>. Haidee Williams, co-owner of Island Thyme Bistro had all the children crowding around to learn how to bake pizza and how to figure out how much to charge for that pizza if they had a restaurant. She reported that the actual making and eating of the pizza was more popular than figuring out the cost. :0)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The next day I took my thumb-drive with the photo graphics to the school to be printed and the Principal is going to laminate them and hang them on the wall until the end of the school year when the children will be able to take them home.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ms. Heather Floan got the children thinking about saving money and working with money by asking "who likes money?" She went on to explain that if you have fun with numbers and like counting money, there are lots of jobs in accounting all over the world. <br />
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Best for last - the Salt Cay Fire Department. Fireman Newton Bassett and Ranfly Been demonstrated the proper use of a fire extinguisher and explained how to remember the steps for the use of one. P.A.S.S. = pull (the pin), aim (at the base of the fire), squeeze (the handle) and sweep (the flames). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-vXL8NQb9W7tZ6PnOoyjZvYZ6XturZIzNMCQyOl1V6PLvwvygePRAdw67oeHEtQCKvlxiBhXSWKFxS7l1fZdY1TDrqt6PERpwVAwVJpD6r0o9FltFN6IzANcaAmVq_FFAtke5Zc4I28/s1600-h/11career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-vXL8NQb9W7tZ6PnOoyjZvYZ6XturZIzNMCQyOl1V6PLvwvygePRAdw67oeHEtQCKvlxiBhXSWKFxS7l1fZdY1TDrqt6PERpwVAwVJpD6r0o9FltFN6IzANcaAmVq_FFAtke5Zc4I28/s400/11career.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Next the children went outside to get up close and personal to the fire truck and have it explained to them. And the firemen showed them how to hook up the hose. Screams of delight and lots of jumping around accompanied the water spray!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusG4FB2W4apyPrfq4sy8MXjfjxXUSweBxNRd_GCJGQevZTE1AQyjC9uyeM6HuFtQNWoBgsWUlIQ2soHvlrnKmf5Zc659IEs2ZrNfdGODZr5RG6vP5w0ubV9cW5c5rQ576c8CzO9x-Yus/s1600-h/12career.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusG4FB2W4apyPrfq4sy8MXjfjxXUSweBxNRd_GCJGQevZTE1AQyjC9uyeM6HuFtQNWoBgsWUlIQ2soHvlrnKmf5Zc659IEs2ZrNfdGODZr5RG6vP5w0ubV9cW5c5rQ576c8CzO9x-Yus/s320/12career.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It was a fun day for students, teachers, demonstrators and community members - we look forward to next year's Education Week.</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-76227865762854463642010-03-11T09:57:00.006-05:002010-03-11T11:46:34.587-05:00Octopuses GardenMorning on Salt Cay dawned with blue skies, not too much wind and fairly calm Seas... Heather rode her bike over and we took a kayak paddle toward the South tip of Salt Cay, hoping to spot a whale or two. No whales during our paddle... and as we turned back toward home we made plans to get together later that afternoon to kayak around Point Pleasant, beach the kayaks and do a little snorkeling.<br />
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By 2PM, the wind was coming out of the Northeast and had picked up enough that going around the North point of the island didn't look like a very good opportunity for snorkeling. Instead Heather, her Mike and I brought our kayaks onto the beach just South of the Lighthouse for a little snorkeling.<br />
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A quick snorkel showed off a trumpet fish, schools of blue tang, yellowtail snapper, a few butterflyfish, a big parrot fish, and lots of little fairy basslets among lots of little fish. Beachcombing turned up a few nice shells and a little bit of beach glass - and Mike Floan made the best discovery of all... an octopus in a tide pool in the rocks!!<br />
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We thought it was one octopus, but as Mike bent to touch it, the octopus squirted ink and moved to the other side of the little pool revealing another octopus under it. The first octopus then slithered over the rocks into another pool and immediately changed color to blend in the with bottom of that pool. It was incredible! Meanwhile, the smaller octopus moved up along side of Mike's foot (covered with a dive boot) and changed color to try to blend in with his foot.<br />
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Mike was keeping his foot very still and bent down to touch the octopus - it squirted him with water! Every time his hand would get close to it, the octopus would send a stream of seawater into the air toward him. Heather made her way over to the larger octopus to try to touch it and got the same treatment. I just watched. :0)<br />
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Luckily, Heather had an underwater disposable camera with her in the kayak and used it to take a few pictures of the octopus. The following picture is similar to what we saw and will stay here until she gets back to the States, can develop the film and send me a copy! Watch for that sometime in April.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4qP_8kDWUKvcGMpFZjs8V0v_y9TR5EFPT7hzY6f9m8rYu3tfi-rLK1F2GzQW-0hqL9vWx_6rmJNknekhLDWKEKr1-6fVes7_VYVbnC_31ThyLC0jwBljkQhaGwF8N7rUm2bBTm2WuKs/s1600-h/3_10octopus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447411464592965618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4qP_8kDWUKvcGMpFZjs8V0v_y9TR5EFPT7hzY6f9m8rYu3tfi-rLK1F2GzQW-0hqL9vWx_6rmJNknekhLDWKEKr1-6fVes7_VYVbnC_31ThyLC0jwBljkQhaGwF8N7rUm2bBTm2WuKs/s400/3_10octopus.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-48287563359982919462010-03-01T09:14:00.002-05:002010-03-03T09:19:21.270-05:00Bullies on the islandI walked with my friend, Marilyn, to a beach on the East side of Salt Cay on Saturday, we had to walk through a crowd of bullies... Armed with just my camera I took a picture of one of them. He didn't move and just glared at me for disturbing his peace and quiet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdxLzAhg16X79ZmHC6YMEkF8-uBsSrjR0Bccogni5Uw3PZjTgAuAQhomh6VHltt04UbweWx12Exb_4TsLfffYQWze2Mi_rf8udiXDIyhhfDYhwDb2ySb_ls0gPGzXKDhJACsF9oM9eAA/s1600-h/bull.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdxLzAhg16X79ZmHC6YMEkF8-uBsSrjR0Bccogni5Uw3PZjTgAuAQhomh6VHltt04UbweWx12Exb_4TsLfffYQWze2Mi_rf8udiXDIyhhfDYhwDb2ySb_ls0gPGzXKDhJACsF9oM9eAA/s400/bull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444411760551520034" border="0" /></a>We escaped unharmed and had a great time beachcombing. :0)Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-52510232528804529172010-02-20T10:06:00.034-05:002010-03-01T18:38:28.651-05:00Salt Cay is for fishing and reading<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlISGy5ZNVmwvegu-h5yC2u37QsfeJmSJqiHYx7flZpVrVl1Uf1Plh4vuNEvbldBBNCOTs0k1pS2VsfiGNAw7322X2CG6GvLe7Thjr72tKyAX-KLlycER7-van-TGLbeFmBgI7YsBrsSw/s1600-h/fishing1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlISGy5ZNVmwvegu-h5yC2u37QsfeJmSJqiHYx7flZpVrVl1Uf1Plh4vuNEvbldBBNCOTs0k1pS2VsfiGNAw7322X2CG6GvLe7Thjr72tKyAX-KLlycER7-van-TGLbeFmBgI7YsBrsSw/s400/fishing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443684024256451474" border="0" /></a>Sunday on Salt Cay is always a good day for fishing or hanging out with a good book. On a beautiful Sunday in February, Mike packed his fishing stuff and I grabbed a book and a couple of <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkNY8XtGgz1T-FblHYc9qdKdCJymBm4VyQ5c14RWSnPUtNkuD2FlbgPHyCMY7FfaQ2hZihZ2Ucsxd7nCa85emCAugdcsD_9a0eAxVc50sMN54Dp-LU64VPx9bHDGY0XR1d0MtfNPx6qs/s1600-h/fishing2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkNY8XtGgz1T-FblHYc9qdKdCJymBm4VyQ5c14RWSnPUtNkuD2FlbgPHyCMY7FfaQ2hZihZ2Ucsxd7nCa85emCAugdcsD_9a0eAxVc50sMN54Dp-LU64VPx9bHDGY0XR1d0MtfNPx6qs/s320/fishing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443685245477940562" border="0" /></a>bottles of water for a few hours fishing, reading and of course some photos. We started out on North Beach... the water was a hundred colors of blue, turquoise, and aqua with no one in sight.<br /><br />Years ago I visited a Salt Cay friend, Janet Onnie, and caught her relaxing in her hammock. We sat on her breezy outside porch and talked about a lot of things. What I remember the most is her <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrh3NHFgTGL6VDrfCz9QWOU21GttUVX7fuMnWe-l4AiDJdgp2JU02vaYxDHB3zdyqMB-kTCgvFElFsZIbkqzCACxudrAeONEfNEfzLxudFhCBW9-QdvMnx9GAAUz4p-VHnSVKEmvUsQU/s1600-h/fishing3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrh3NHFgTGL6VDrfCz9QWOU21GttUVX7fuMnWe-l4AiDJdgp2JU02vaYxDHB3zdyqMB-kTCgvFElFsZIbkqzCACxudrAeONEfNEfzLxudFhCBW9-QdvMnx9GAAUz4p-VHnSVKEmvUsQU/s320/fishing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443686885626460802" border="0" /></a>telling me that when she has trouble sleeping she thinks of the Sea and Sky off of North Beach and tries to count all the different colors of blue.<br /><br />Mike grabbed his stuff out of the back of the buggy and walked down the beach to try his luck in the surf. I sat up on the bluff, spread out a blanket and spent so long looking at the water, the islands in the distance, the beach and the waves that I never did get my book out. Mike walked back to join me at the bluff and we moved on to anot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEuhdq3l3_VKdtINzCaLkt6Qhjumz_hfIdLCiVGSArSmZl788btV2dBKPsTlwpaRHN5FwGaYHLcKs2Acs8GLB_JxjyT41t7rkQRZ1JDlQYDtlRD63ya8c76G9rDcwyMONUZdWQgTgpBg/s1600-h/fishing11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEuhdq3l3_VKdtINzCaLkt6Qhjumz_hfIdLCiVGSArSmZl788btV2dBKPsTlwpaRHN5FwGaYHLcKs2Acs8GLB_JxjyT41t7rkQRZ1JDlQYDtlRD63ya8c76G9rDcwyMONUZdWQgTgpBg/s200/fishing11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443691721400790402" border="0" /></a>her spot for him.<br /><br />Back in the buggy, we drove north past the Grey Salinas to the Northeast side of the island. There is an inlet from the Sea that is made of cut stone and allows water from the Sea to fill the Salinas on that side of the island. This channel was built over 200 years ago and is about 6 feet wide and about 600 feet from start at the Sea to the end that empties into the Salinas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lDmBHgeMpFbPZkEVBOIWQjt3Qwq6f5DWlRSDZz-HP4OwHoDsr49Q4EOFRPEErMrOXCCsrT7MOdASDbUBqi6KXs-mJcA_w8ntW37FGcT_YKi2UE6UrR1pscTFDQ2jL6LJMGgm5cbk-TA/s1600-h/fishing4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lDmBHgeMpFbPZkEVBOIWQjt3Qwq6f5DWlRSDZz-HP4OwHoDsr49Q4EOFRPEErMrOXCCsrT7MOdASDbUBqi6KXs-mJcA_w8ntW37FGcT_YKi2UE6UrR1pscTFDQ2jL6LJMGgm5cbk-TA/s400/fishing4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443690680214127890" border="0" /></a>Following the inlet channel to the East, we watched crabs scurrying about, little fish swimming against the current, birds doing a little fishing and<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKSCDFW3DaHJVkTm44siBe9rgFRBh2lJql4Ff6v1gBEIOuPbi9IykcQCIz9nH-RnMQp0zh9MoZnRsAl-YKaIk0dso8ACBDlO_GTchAqMBciNCqvv__fjKFcoU61zROA8Ga0oDevbx09E/s1600-h/fishing6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKSCDFW3DaHJVkTm44siBe9rgFRBh2lJql4Ff6v1gBEIOuPbi9IykcQCIz9nH-RnMQp0zh9MoZnRsAl-YKaIk0dso8ACBDlO_GTchAqMBciNCqvv__fjKFcoU61zROA8Ga0oDevbx09E/s320/fishing6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699867048376978" border="0" /></a> a gecko basking in the sun. Notice the incredible cut stone along the sides of the channel.<br /><br />Walking along the wall of the channel, we arrived at the opening, a small opening in the rocky cliffs - a great place to try a little fishing.<br /><br />It was mesmerizing watching the water flowing in and out of the channel, the waves crashing in to fill the little "bay" and spraying foam upon the rocks. Not much beachcombing to be done at this part of the island, but so many beautiful natural treats.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3RyTCHGxtwyXwnKTYOSpmOydz9WBLzfJXLqeFommFQIoAiKzsuJPmv6VVI8YeBzzB0AAIl8MNLfPesIvq3b44UVkVZ0B66wIJj-o6EKAGlfoHrb8Uk8tGgne_-7AXW311w48D6TzAoo/s1600-h/fishing7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3RyTCHGxtwyXwnKTYOSpmOydz9WBLzfJXLqeFommFQIoAiKzsuJPmv6VVI8YeBzzB0AAIl8MNLfPesIvq3b44UVkVZ0B66wIJj-o6EKAGlfoHrb8Uk8tGgne_-7AXW311w48D6TzAoo/s400/fishing7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443720857596413122" border="0" /></a>The skies were a bit overcast on Sunday with the sun breaking through from time to time and casting its rays down through the clouds. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGyt1z6UwkbAFC_fEA49b5cp5o_XEnGN3Eq9GmjA12igVuVbuZW7auL4NEdrXoNJL14VOtD_jVxqFzF4VnE649uaHPukOl1xv9pPPJcAWwUWDUMNrEGcdDRX24KprS5ClHe-bIn32SX4/s1600-h/fishing8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGyt1z6UwkbAFC_fEA49b5cp5o_XEnGN3Eq9GmjA12igVuVbuZW7auL4NEdrXoNJL14VOtD_jVxqFzF4VnE649uaHPukOl1xv9pPPJcAWwUWDUMNrEGcdDRX24KprS5ClHe-bIn32SX4/s200/fishing8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443733582831593282" border="0" /></a>The Sea on the West side of the island was rough but on the East side it was fairly calm with a few good sized rollers from time to time. The sparkling brightness of the day was incredible.<br /><br />Mike grabbed his bucket and pole and walked to the end of the small rock cliff to try his luck in the surf. The rocks can be pretty uneven at the end of the small cliff, I chose to stay back and take a look around with my camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3PMueg4laAjpEMppLozhCUE_62_xEQPQ4kUrekxbEPxjOZ2Ym0XS-MMgQIK_zGqB1nRqgp2ZizTYmA-hjNFjc70Fkhb0J0_eyyeGbYGkYGrUPSmCDag4xP9ayV5Kgwqp0mTOARMvFeM/s1600-h/fishing9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3PMueg4laAjpEMppLozhCUE_62_xEQPQ4kUrekxbEPxjOZ2Ym0XS-MMgQIK_zGqB1nRqgp2ZizTYmA-hjNFjc70Fkhb0J0_eyyeGbYGkYGrUPSmCDag4xP9ayV5Kgwqp0mTOARMvFeM/s320/fishing9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443740271089976530" border="0" /></a><br />Any vegetation on this side of Salt Cay has to be pretty hardy. The trade winds blow fairly constantly throughout the year from the East showering the plants with salt water and salt spray on a regular basis. Plants that would normally have a little height are more of a low growing ground cover or bush height.<br /><br />The tangled branches of this Mosquito Bush (Strumpfia martima) have little barnacles growing attached on one side and beautiful fragile looking pink flowers on the other side. In folklore, when the leaves and branches of the mosquito bush are burned, the smoke is said to repel mosquitoes. I've tried<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCvUfE5SXINUqBf-5iHUdOBhm_dTYfbhHcrnndvMKrB1SdMKrMDdGI5yS00kw3OmG5C18F86S2q4vSzAuNctONfyk4mGIu36QjGO6cDkAYGJj7PFnk9qiYSfU7i2NCIrNM8j0WvTE7mk/s1600-h/fishing10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCvUfE5SXINUqBf-5iHUdOBhm_dTYfbhHcrnndvMKrB1SdMKrMDdGI5yS00kw3OmG5C18F86S2q4vSzAuNctONfyk4mGIu36QjGO6cDkAYGJj7PFnk9qiYSfU7i2NCIrNM8j0WvTE7mk/s320/fishing10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443743526643404130" border="0" /></a> transplanting a small plant and have not been successful getting it to grow on the West side of the island.<br /><br />A large brain coral with a whole in the middle and another coral lodged inside of it rests next to the channel. I have to believe that a few people spent some time dragging it to this spot, although there doesn't seem to be any place that it could have come from. I enjoyed the contrast of the sun bleached, curvaceous white coral and the dark, sharp angles of the cut stone walls of the channel.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Don't forget that by clicking on a photo you will be able to view it larger but you'll have to click the back button on your browser to come back to this page.)</span><br /><br />I had a book in my bag and fully intended to<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xtw7vWXdk6-caaAyOoEQ7eH-DYHhpYtRPUFJz_AGyE1wPNeorLdveIgO5tJ9Ke6YZd9GVt5GLZjZpdJGSr8vo16Vl5SWLpiorTMJEKvMp4iDCvfh2QZG0G6cOs3RWL1eMQ1BjRunDO0/s1600-h/fishing13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xtw7vWXdk6-caaAyOoEQ7eH-DYHhpYtRPUFJz_AGyE1wPNeorLdveIgO5tJ9Ke6YZd9GVt5GLZjZpdJGSr8vo16Vl5SWLpiorTMJEKvMp4iDCvfh2QZG0G6cOs3RWL1eMQ1BjRunDO0/s200/fishing13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443747797323734626" border="0" /></a> sit down to read a bit... after a few more pictures.<br /><br />... the bend in the channel right before it meets the Sea.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe-USvswOOjSC8hx5M2fAgKWtrLl3sOy4SEy09Nl3E4SEZFudJN3esgZN7M4BtwyTwoP0afadiDqb3kjJs-3BABWT45vy_jggpO5Bb8mJpfOsTAXXhfI1iyvNSYK8LoViTITf-aJ2rZM/s1600-h/fishing14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe-USvswOOjSC8hx5M2fAgKWtrLl3sOy4SEy09Nl3E4SEZFudJN3esgZN7M4BtwyTwoP0afadiDqb3kjJs-3BABWT45vy_jggpO5Bb8mJpfOsTAXXhfI1iyvNSYK8LoViTITf-aJ2rZM/s200/fishing14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443748337075795666" border="0" /></a>... the waves crashing on the cliffs.<br /><br /><br />... three Haitian islanders fishing a little further north along the same cliff with hand lines.<br /><br />Mike enjoyed fishing for rock hinds or straw<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCzGhgnTZ339KVicCNGxm_EsqPcoQ-YEsn4xMfa_Se_8k4nQ7bDz6CFum8jMik4C6qbEytDMv1P2ruBo2veYJNQG7_p-Qo2SgVRsmC0poTqFgWTDR1oWkFEjkAfoPRK4P5iGfZ9za830/s1600-h/fishing16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCzGhgnTZ339KVicCNGxm_EsqPcoQ-YEsn4xMfa_Se_8k4nQ7bDz6CFum8jMik4C6qbEytDMv1P2ruBo2veYJNQG7_p-Qo2SgVRsmC0poTqFgWTDR1oWkFEjkAfoPRK4P5iGfZ9za830/s320/fishing16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443750757883978098" border="0" /></a>berry grouper along the East side of the island, moving from the spot at the end of the cliff to a place a bit further North in search of the elusive fish.<br /><br />The wind-smoothed rocks on the top of the cliffs are very different from the razor like rocks of the cliffs further South on the island. After about 1/2 an hour, Mike returned to try his luck by the cliffs again. Caught by a wave or two, his shirt <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpSiNjGl-945JeY16XisTHpF-t5_DaUJEsyS_xuagLLrTZLvCI3brzyqw082RS_NOtsVZs7gRSS5mR5Bvb9dfyD9Q2iZ_1uiC15maR37HX6NN6U8zFALKiZKHDOPXAxeZrq_P-3er0uQ/s1600-h/fishing17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpSiNjGl-945JeY16XisTHpF-t5_DaUJEsyS_xuagLLrTZLvCI3brzyqw082RS_NOtsVZs7gRSS5mR5Bvb9dfyD9Q2iZ_1uiC15maR37HX6NN6U8zFALKiZKHDOPXAxeZrq_P-3er0uQ/s200/fishing17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443751459599495698" border="0" /></a>and shoes were soaked and he was ready to try something different on the end of his line.<br /><br />I do not know the name of this little lure... and I don't suppose it really matters because it did not work! Relaxing on a rock with his (empty) bucket, Mike changed his lure hoping to attract a strawberry grouper or two...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ6OYmcLWSoMBGq_nBnr_jpe4Yc8pe6Sa79MDnEl8056cZSVVkJXxGhxxfEFhzSz57F8_fv7RCsmkfyffCPBtut2hrWR_ApJHZfDLNvY4C961oFrO_QiAaJPJie1g-ADhUOBKReb2zeo/s1600-h/fishing18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ6OYmcLWSoMBGq_nBnr_jpe4Yc8pe6Sa79MDnEl8056cZSVVkJXxGhxxfEFhzSz57F8_fv7RCsmkfyffCPBtut2hrWR_ApJHZfDLNvY4C961oFrO_QiAaJPJie1g-ADhUOBKReb2zeo/s200/fishing18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443752089924335378" border="0" /></a><br />The sounds of the sea crashing on the cliffs and echoing through the channel were a perfect accompaniment to the peace of fishing, relaxing and enjoying a little quiet time together.<br /><br />I did actually read about four or five pages in my <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpDwKySoKRVrpcww0Ph8qImUDAO2jOjdEjcOl3UIYoa8SYGBIIDNoHebH-ZxKvzG6ZWuIT2_9ByERLrHU_hUEmkMfE4iJ8HzPBUOv3OidhRPmrWFFoQ8Glgc7RLiyoE06OqJlY0eDpXc/s1600-h/fishing19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpDwKySoKRVrpcww0Ph8qImUDAO2jOjdEjcOl3UIYoa8SYGBIIDNoHebH-ZxKvzG6ZWuIT2_9ByERLrHU_hUEmkMfE4iJ8HzPBUOv3OidhRPmrWFFoQ8Glgc7RLiyoE06OqJlY0eDpXc/s200/fishing19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443754761514275074" border="0" /></a>book before heading back after a day of fishing and exploring.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDTR390jyucDYDOSWFNBF7B_P5mbYET4K9COqhzbrCPKC-0OOCKt958mKo_0Kw8mwboX2Fhgy12nVHZbO0O2p3cfJalTg5ECpEHdhyG6Df25dCF0M_S560ROnivqCbgxW8wKnpm8Lc74/s1600-h/fishing20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDTR390jyucDYDOSWFNBF7B_P5mbYET4K9COqhzbrCPKC-0OOCKt958mKo_0Kw8mwboX2Fhgy12nVHZbO0O2p3cfJalTg5ECpEHdhyG6Df25dCF0M_S560ROnivqCbgxW8wKnpm8Lc74/s200/fishing20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443755231819445362" border="0" /></a>And no, Mike didn't catch anything that day. (Hmmmm, Mike read this and reminded me that he did catch a little sand fish - not worth eating or keeping - so he threw it back... does that count?) Heeheee.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-7273993202525978102010-02-15T09:42:00.037-05:002010-02-15T14:22:15.437-05:00Salt Cay's Annual Valentines PartyValentines Day on the island is a special time... The Salt Cay Valentines Party on Friday night was a success again this year with the dedicated work of District Commissioner Carolyn Dickenson, Salt Cay Secretary Vershina Forbes, members of the Salt Cay Women in Action and numerous other members of the community!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYh5w40ccvUjGB-mSebtB2SMSqoRMtFxEKAQ3CD1ZVa8v-psQ33a6rldvEiVIs3bK67koKrQmX-bOGzghxy-hV9CEKSVyMljigjuPMtkJyaxEwdLzl2aD6RqD3dnJVPid_KKjBdBgZME/s1600-h/1party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYh5w40ccvUjGB-mSebtB2SMSqoRMtFxEKAQ3CD1ZVa8v-psQ33a6rldvEiVIs3bK67koKrQmX-bOGzghxy-hV9CEKSVyMljigjuPMtkJyaxEwdLzl2aD6RqD3dnJVPid_KKjBdBgZME/s400/1party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438521428128521810" border="0" /></a>We were greeted at the front door of the Salt Shed by the lovely Ms. Carolyn and escorted to one<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOgYCG9bIKLFvaByE__SA986_bRe3Q-1YvS67fQTPfq841QpxVVlLaPufWdwMJIlbQSaY976Ts4MK_sdMmvvmv-FH6IX3EXF9dCMXI1R1kVn3uWuF1cIVeAlxGWKgiRV7uC4i01OrlJs/s1600-h/3party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOgYCG9bIKLFvaByE__SA986_bRe3Q-1YvS67fQTPfq841QpxVVlLaPufWdwMJIlbQSaY976Ts4MK_sdMmvvmv-FH6IX3EXF9dCMXI1R1kVn3uWuF1cIVeAlxGWKgiRV7uC4i01OrlJs/s200/3party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526396142241938" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GGEfuqqITn9zRW3Hk-jNZZaAsX9_kO8my0u6hgE86ufonDHWdCX0rOyrWio84A5cqTunO3cEYYFedEhhFN9ydiw4WDT5EvzpXbf9L91EWfJyzBLt1V2KeYC8WymT-jsCW3ZGQedaYks/s1600-h/2party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GGEfuqqITn9zRW3Hk-jNZZaAsX9_kO8my0u6hgE86ufonDHWdCX0rOyrWio84A5cqTunO3cEYYFedEhhFN9ydiw4WDT5EvzpXbf9L91EWfJyzBLt1V2KeYC8WymT-jsCW3ZGQedaYks/s200/2party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438522148501419122" border="0" /></a>of the festively decorated tables to visit with friends, neighbors and island guests as more and more people joined the party! Wine, sparkling cider and conversation flowed as we waited for the festivities to begin.<br /><br /><br />Mike has fun table hopping and visiting with some of his favorite Salt Cay ladies. He took this opportunity to sit with our friend (his island mother) Mrs. Ella Hamilton and share a few laughs. It's always entertaining to watch the two of them banter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyUY9OFJ1DVaklgcB3ZRbIoey0T4kAAY70NH3aCCgf6EQx1ZbfkvU1T_6idkDQMxIj9L-tSCjPKD24gMsX09mxNTIj-wkvLZ8W7QIb_K3Qv960SJOfRHVKDi__03PYEhntwG352FdqS8/s1600-h/4party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyUY9OFJ1DVaklgcB3ZRbIoey0T4kAAY70NH3aCCgf6EQx1ZbfkvU1T_6idkDQMxIj9L-tSCjPKD24gMsX09mxNTIj-wkvLZ8W7QIb_K3Qv960SJOfRHVKDi__03PYEhntwG352FdqS8/s200/4party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438527337031036866" border="0" /></a>Ms. Ella was at the party with her two sisters, Mrs. Rosalie Glinton and Mrs. Melvina Simmons. A number of people took this opportunity to take a photo of "the sisters" and I hope that someone will pass one of the photos along to me to add to this blog.<br /><br />Ms. Carolyn and Ms. Vershina started the festivities with a few Valentine games... the first game involved pulling a number our of an envelope and performing whatever action was written on a list. Mike and I <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaii12IKSnmbG12j3CUupEVMR7gdmt13bQkB3AgxF8Ffj6F_MhCrz_r040SuZt1MF-FfgXr3rfIvQU2Bxi3fqhkZuwjw25_pJ4qtf935alZYUZOB7oN4i3ylBh-PGxaOoAhGVOqpX6MZw/s1600-h/8party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaii12IKSnmbG12j3CUupEVMR7gdmt13bQkB3AgxF8Ffj6F_MhCrz_r040SuZt1MF-FfgXr3rfIvQU2Bxi3fqhkZuwjw25_pJ4qtf935alZYUZOB7oN4i3ylBh-PGxaOoAhGVOqpX6MZw/s200/8party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438529642193957106" border="0" /></a>pulled #11 - and had to stand up and kiss romantically. Hah, you know Mike... it was a little goofy but hey, that's part of th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseTdKmXByzp0uxivfyGp0ZAUrBYoTfKd9zdHSf3KqL2SHb_8ZC8fa9Xle-_n9supYjRRcBLSeVL_TM2FWAJz2MOX3IdQ04jgvIXzSkPMhgxpPqzhYLq1_1gUyAghwEirmP9XJo1kuoa8/s1600-h/9party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseTdKmXByzp0uxivfyGp0ZAUrBYoTfKd9zdHSf3KqL2SHb_8ZC8fa9Xle-_n9supYjRRcBLSeVL_TM2FWAJz2MOX3IdQ04jgvIXzSkPMhgxpPqzhYLq1_1gUyAghwEirmP9XJo1kuoa8/s200/9party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438531328697420594" border="0" /></a>e fun. (Again, no picture... email me if you have one!)<br /><br />With much prompting, Ms. Rochelle pulled a number and stood up to read a romantic poem to her husband...<br /><br />Mr. Mike Floan treated his wife, Ms. Heather, to a list of three things that he loves about her...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUethI1ZAWw9fAb9K8C1FtHl_j29cRZr7dKces0qNnnRHgjv_rBgu1Xo2QY4lbs2oR4uGo-p-KrTaEL76ifkb4JeoMsJ36ZC5XPWXSea09pdGc_-ilBcRsYMu9FMFksFxOcVSlNBh_vY/s1600-h/10party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUethI1ZAWw9fAb9K8C1FtHl_j29cRZr7dKces0qNnnRHgjv_rBgu1Xo2QY4lbs2oR4uGo-p-KrTaEL76ifkb4JeoMsJ36ZC5XPWXSea09pdGc_-ilBcRsYMu9FMFksFxOcVSlNBh_vY/s200/10party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438532556690541202" border="0" /></a>Mr. Porter Williams said a few special words to his special valentine Haidee...<br /><br />Mr and Mrs. Sean Forbes were celebrating their 1st anniversary and Sean presented his wife, Kayla with a beautiful basket full of valentine treats...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbw7VVH88dsk12tZ8WTjDUpIltTUPo5DN2fpjcZcM2lpRD_K-yAi2ooFSrMjqtg78_vvShJSj0RrN6MqL4XRqdkBEvySn_hYeeCmX1nqc-poxK0O1veVNWskaiHGZszaCD00k5WBf9GPc/s1600-h/11party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbw7VVH88dsk12tZ8WTjDUpIltTUPo5DN2fpjcZcM2lpRD_K-yAi2ooFSrMjqtg78_vvShJSj0RrN6MqL4XRqdkBEvySn_hYeeCmX1nqc-poxK0O1veVNWskaiHGZszaCD00k5WBf9GPc/s200/11party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438534153046339298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mr. Maurice Simmons elegantly spoke words of dedication and love to his beautiful wife Mrs. Barbara...<br /><br />Don and Donna Shope joined in the fun with Don whispering sweet words of love to his lovely valentine...<br /><br />And many others stood and celebrated the evening of love and friendship!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSU8dN1VwdNE3wO2E2oYgsGL-7d5YDnNZFwlzHqCDR6tayLwMRoC4IODHZL5cqMBmPUEGM9UfwpudEHu_zhUCkJVl1pF4U1xHHrbAne1SezMe3C9iyzV770Z-A1mg8MCfGBFi78zK6gdg/s1600-h/6party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSU8dN1VwdNE3wO2E2oYgsGL-7d5YDnNZFwlzHqCDR6tayLwMRoC4IODHZL5cqMBmPUEGM9UfwpudEHu_zhUCkJVl1pF4U1xHHrbAne1SezMe3C9iyzV770Z-A1mg8MCfGBFi78zK6gdg/s200/6party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438534947367092642" border="0" /></a>Following the Valentine games, we enjoyed a wonderful meal that included glazed ham, turkey, baked chicken, macaroni & cheese, sauteed vegetables, garlic potatoes and much more. The food was plentiful and very good!<br /><br />Enrique Dickenson provided music for us during <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8DUJdPSH4zW3AI8Gx91M8znafiW0FNk5uq0sdGmkREVpg9ZkNxv-fiVpzn918U_4f97Lyhmzwd_G5fLu3S5s8a6UVb2rlalKqDEJ0hyapW8EFbklIo7elX_Z2Jedjb0iZYmkPEEVkww/s1600-h/12party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8DUJdPSH4zW3AI8Gx91M8znafiW0FNk5uq0sdGmkREVpg9ZkNxv-fiVpzn918U_4f97Lyhmzwd_G5fLu3S5s8a6UVb2rlalKqDEJ0hyapW8EFbklIo7elX_Z2Jedjb0iZYmkPEEVkww/s200/12party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438536623441697394" border="0" /></a>the evening with a mix of romantic and lively music for dancing.<br /><br />The first dance was a special valentine dance (and I don't have pictures of that because I was dancing with my special valentine, Mike!)<br /><br />During a pause in the dancing, the Salt Cay Rake 'n Scrape Band played a selection for us. And then on to more dancing and partying!<br /><br />A special area was set aside for pictures... following are pictures of special valentine couples, beautiful single women, and good friends. Remember that you can click on a picture to view it larger and then right-click on the larger picture to save it to your computer!<br /><br />Valentines Day on Salt Cay was a lovely evening filled with laughter, love and friendship!<br /><br /><div id="{4A93AE94-EC9B-4DDB-A463-76D4871A4D89}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn6wxCfygUpcm99Q96IpMugkhgeMOQSAFxwOhSVzmqdb8G_iJrQBgKFBV6wQTGv2eNnS2I__1lWfu9n6PBqjRGbr9szk7zpoIPxOCL0EvUQxLmBhjuWHoHHx0sNIJ2lKtSErkEPv4t8g/s1600-h/1pcouple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn6wxCfygUpcm99Q96IpMugkhgeMOQSAFxwOhSVzmqdb8G_iJrQBgKFBV6wQTGv2eNnS2I__1lWfu9n6PBqjRGbr9szk7zpoIPxOCL0EvUQxLmBhjuWHoHHx0sNIJ2lKtSErkEPv4t8g/s320/1pcouple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539131306317794" border="0" /></a>Mike and Ann Hawkins<br /><br /></div><br /><div id="{D1F772F3-4ED6-430A-ABCF-EDC99D27CB13}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7qBzq9F46p9a9APnX9i3QF6PEO_wBURpm7MsJxBXZE6FkUa5xnczHV677ewt7qIryY6yYU3Bq_hkufqTAqfpc6K2p4tMkjaruU9AYMz3QQA2hlTOo_L80eflNHVktV7PZ4XLa3Uukn0/s1600-h/2pcouple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg026cIyk6_XADK3Twc9Grp_grmPchSTKQZgtjqaeM-fzOKxDSCIZgcymVN8fQM9Mr6nwwfp438Pxaggy1OW3aAqeYgT-gbNueAOCZHqaI2FkPAqrvdRCgDvHD98EJ4YUGq3hWBFeFUwnE/s400/day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435867430740469506" border="0" /></a>One day last week (in fact, it was the 3rd... my granddaughter Rachel's 6th birthday), I woke up to find all the screens covered with dew. Looking outside toward the Sea I could see that it was a soggy morning with dew on the boardwalk and lots of moisture on the sand. And amazingly, when I looked out the front door toward the East - there was a layer of fog over South Creek! If you look closely at the picture you can see it hovering over the whole area.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7hD2xHfRYnOSKsumOHXbyJ1smYZ3MMn6AUwAz9qGoH-z-hTed7_hW2YiWNo6yjpAkd90uqkNlJI-9d1bWdW2sDQSdtQSTKgPb_6CzVk7b-LMI1pwIh9B4hMbUa84tRLRpRKcDK6Q6rE/s1600-h/day2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7hD2xHfRYnOSKsumOHXbyJ1smYZ3MMn6AUwAz9qGoH-z-hTed7_hW2YiWNo6yjpAkd90uqkNlJI-9d1bWdW2sDQSdtQSTKgPb_6CzVk7b-LMI1pwIh9B4hMbUa84tRLRpRKcDK6Q6rE/s320/day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435868459020023202" border="0" /></a><br />Fog is just not something seen on Salt Cay! Inspired by this strange sight, I stuffed my camera and a bottle of water in a bag and set off for South Creek. By the time I got there, the fog had lifted and a calm hung over the Creek, setting us up for a hot day to come!<br /><br />Even the Sea off the East side of the island was calm and as I walked past some clam beds, I spotted one of the young osprey perched on the top <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTH6s-MXkz-LsHAaFPNZf1Hx1odWEexG0XFTwzkgiJ98Q2eFUZYYT1K52E5GiKEJpqYLaXYkMwbp-2qDLz3TQtEr1gVGqx53KWLrzTV8mzqBUTe9rHjEpFyQWxRnXpGRikUaAb-HJMG4U/s1600-h/day3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTH6s-MXkz-LsHAaFPNZf1Hx1odWEexG0XFTwzkgiJ98Q2eFUZYYT1K52E5GiKEJpqYLaXYkMwbp-2qDLz3TQtEr1gVGqx53KWLrzTV8mzqBUTe9rHjEpFyQWxRnXpGRikUaAb-HJMG4U/s200/day3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435869410914989602" border="0" /></a>of the north <a target="_blank" href="http://annhawk.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html">osprey nesting platform</a>.<br /><br />As I walked closer to the platform, I could hear the young osprey calling to its mother. "Maaaaaama"... it really does almost sound that way! And loud! When the osprey used to nest in front of our house we were often awaken (at all times of the day and night) by the young osprey after they were kicked out of the nest. It's a relief to see them enjoying the other nesting platform instead of the roof of our house or the railing of our neighbor's house.<br /><br />The osprey are not intimated by people walking close to their perchs... they turn their heads to get a good look at you as you're getting a good look at them. Unless of course they have young, just hatched babies - then they might<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQoulAi2bYdrdwT3YP6WQedc8tSM6T_mZcHOWAlz1MPn9ikRUE8uJwyd63wiVHHjfX_Xf02H5wS9nmcnxKSWvu1ANgW8gviLFYItUGGgCObFP0DfmS8A1YnraZoPsici-LVf6CBculeE/s1600-h/day4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQoulAi2bYdrdwT3YP6WQedc8tSM6T_mZcHOWAlz1MPn9ikRUE8uJwyd63wiVHHjfX_Xf02H5wS9nmcnxKSWvu1ANgW8gviLFYItUGGgCObFP0DfmS8A1YnraZoPsici-LVf6CBculeE/s200/day4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435870587368705218" border="0" /></a> just dive bomb you to keep you away.<br /><br />But this osprey was perfectly happy to sit on top of the pole making noise. Notice the ropes draped over the nesting platform? Apparently, the osprey started to build there and for reasons known only to themselves, changed their minds and built their nest on the southern-most osprey nesting platform instead. I've also seen the osprey by the nest in town sitting there looking around... maybe one day we'll have three osprey families! At 2.5 <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0an3u0LJhW87-eExJGI81I9BaqD-o6N_OOGEqwSBy1O8nDCvAQsW-3jcqJpTXFazCam91pvjsT1cNS1Nky7OFmg8L4VD4zXEmk1GOJp8EC5in_Sbw8KUIi7irr_KDsmWVL-tI5vSkttc/s1600-h/day5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0an3u0LJhW87-eExJGI81I9BaqD-o6N_OOGEqwSBy1O8nDCvAQsW-3jcqJpTXFazCam91pvjsT1cNS1Nky7OFmg8L4VD4zXEmk1GOJp8EC5in_Sbw8KUIi7irr_KDsmWVL-tI5vSkttc/s320/day5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435871975373344898" border="0" /></a>square miles, that's about the maximum number of osprey Salt Cay can expect.<br /><br />As I walked home, the mangrove area of South Creek was not without a few strange and wonderful treasures. The metal float has obviously been here for some time... it had to make it's way from the mouth of the Creek, turn right and eventually get lodged pretty close to shore. It looks like it's been here for a long time! I have no idea how long. With the sun just coming up, it turned the colors of the float brilliant orange, rich brown with some wonder rusty flakes covering it. A beachcomber's delight - and I'm sure Mike is very happy it's too heavy for me to roll home for our back yard.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqRCDEzMowSXDhyKkNn0d7qmhq51h4c0LN7-JRR5Su0-YGf3Ab_5eITu3yegBRworaHKMdz_djBdNNRQ8S1TlrzLQfkSYGKNsQP6xna6SUg4vObcwMPHggU_sdiCv3WcMJ8dXCfhw1mw/s1600-h/day6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqRCDEzMowSXDhyKkNn0d7qmhq51h4c0LN7-JRR5Su0-YGf3Ab_5eITu3yegBRworaHKMdz_djBdNNRQ8S1TlrzLQfkSYGKNsQP6xna6SUg4vObcwMPHggU_sdiCv3WcMJ8dXCfhw1mw/s400/day6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435873553420740562" border="0" /></a>The mangroves are a little difficult to navigate on foot... it's very mucky and slippery... but well worth it to catch some interesting photos of South Creek through the mangroves.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hey! don't forget that you can click on any of these photos to view them larger. :0)</span><br /></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-47558075661654419032010-02-07T14:35:00.010-05:002010-02-07T16:14:22.051-05:00Barge delivery to Salt Cay<span id="{6C147C79-3D36-4D90-990C-B7DB7A5E9F81}" style="font-family:georgia;">Salt Cay is a small island, 2.5 square miles. The harbor, Deane's Dock, was probably originally built well over 125 years ago and is big enough for a few small fishing boats and three or four dive boats. Part of the dock crumbled in a number of years ago and the part of the seawall crumbled late in 2009. So when a 150-foot barge pulls in past the seawall toward the dock, it's something to see!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxoEanyeZYEqB7VVJLry1rF_OO2cwtWfdddoRQUMtM-4PH7VOHaZZ5uPnrOu80bRt04EsaoATzZUXcmYAgIw8CIPbN6xHDFn_lV_jWMcKVjtxH1XA5wY_Fey39ARaBxcLspgIkabeL4U/s1600-h/barge1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxoEanyeZYEqB7VVJLry1rF_OO2cwtWfdddoRQUMtM-4PH7VOHaZZ5uPnrOu80bRt04EsaoATzZUXcmYAgIw8CIPbN6xHDFn_lV_jWMcKVjtxH1XA5wY_Fey39ARaBxcLspgIkabeL4U/s400/barge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435603986236867826" border="0" /></a><span id="{93889737-A959-4A5D-AE8B-B0CA1D2C231E}">Saturday was</span> a quiet day... my friend Heather and I had kayaked out close to the barge as it was waiting for high tide. The seas were a little rough with the wind coming out of the South, so we did a short paddle and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvNvAhq7nBySsCYRX_uc02isAFCgQg4f8GzlXkWMkNWo-zQDubnDrG6xey5L1JP08fvCbuMPkoasr3Gl4gKruxEHNNoCZZ8_2l7-gb4J_IYGayjnv-ggo2NAV5fdt70zmh5wJ2J2zTCk/s1600-h/barge2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvNvAhq7nBySsCYRX_uc02isAFCgQg4f8GzlXkWMkNWo-zQDubnDrG6xey5L1JP08fvCbuMPkoasr3Gl4gKruxEHNNoCZZ8_2l7-gb4J_IYGayjnv-ggo2NAV5fdt70zmh5wJ2J2zTCk/s320/barge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435606284232441538" border="0" /></a>then returned home to wait the couple of hours for high tide and the Big Event of the day - the barge unloading. :0)<br /><br />Actually, there were quite a few people waiting for the barge. Standing around visiting with neighbors and friends, discussing the possible dredging of the harbor, repair of the seawall, the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZyek2CkVJ-Ax4GGY4c0Dn6kJX5OTO4DTVnMINEV_nE3Dcwt0uwx1xxL4Dp22-gfobEMy8JwutDXY73oX8eQBds_vnVkqTdC_boRfh5TnIOQxeIEg4-xXRPYLbFXLU_vO9emMP3ok7zU/s1600-h/barge3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZyek2CkVJ-Ax4GGY4c0Dn6kJX5OTO4DTVnMINEV_nE3Dcwt0uwx1xxL4Dp22-gfobEMy8JwutDXY73oX8eQBds_vnVkqTdC_boRfh5TnIOQxeIEg4-xXRPYLbFXLU_vO9emMP3ok7zU/s320/barge3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435607558064577490" border="0" /></a>weather forecast for the following week, and of course, Sunday's Super Bowl teams.<br /><br />It was probably about Noon when the 150-foot, Lew 2 (aka Lew Tide) finally came through the opening of the harbor and approached the dock. The barge stirred up quite a bit of sand as it made it's way into Salt Cay's little harbor.<br /><br />Loaded with building supplies, the District Commissioner's new vehicle and a tractor for our <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCw1WKfwBVEQB6Pxkiy0E24wXGBIBKe1kqhyphenhyphenvBWCwryiuDFtzark9se3aIcKwqHhYsdVxdxeVo2p7kNvSW8QiWvIrRJud6oo5BpAf20sl4xffHVclr7yB8OntacBcztLLidRB1ePgOjA/s1600-h/barge5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCw1WKfwBVEQB6Pxkiy0E24wXGBIBKe1kqhyphenhyphenvBWCwryiuDFtzark9se3aIcKwqHhYsdVxdxeVo2p7kNvSW8QiWvIrRJud6oo5BpAf20sl4xffHVclr7yB8OntacBcztLLidRB1ePgOjA/s200/barge5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435609060413003922" border="0" /></a>neighbor, the Captain of the Lew 2 gently approached our aging dock and lowered the doors to begin offloading everything. The vehicles were driven off first... then, father and son team, Alan and Enrique Dickenson, operated the backhoe and forklift in a tight space and quickly had the supplies unloaded and the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-PoF_hluydaFOnXZdqhSrA3vQwZjbfYc5IFpwYAVSZRrytdKTmm04EEchMOSWpjChHCzUReIeZlbg0SaQEdm3AaE0u-22860EMeEHt85ViRzZ8Lgkg9IHypamcofkDMNdyhadqDyqec/s1600-h/barge6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-PoF_hluydaFOnXZdqhSrA3vQwZjbfYc5IFpwYAVSZRrytdKTmm04EEchMOSWpjChHCzUReIeZlbg0SaQEdm3AaE0u-22860EMeEHt85ViRzZ8Lgkg9IHypamcofkDMNdyhadqDyqec/s200/barge6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435610974739030770" border="0" /></a> barge backing out of the harbor before the tide turned too low.<br /><br />Watching a barge arrive and unload might not sound like much to people who think Caribbean vacations include all-inclusive hotels, cruise ships and shopping... but that's the kind of island Salt Cay is... laid back, simple and just a slice of real life.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-18446728283929717962010-02-05T10:11:00.006-05:002010-02-05T10:35:22.234-05:00Salt Cay Women of Action<div id="{D173646C-4C29-4412-9B1D-4BA14FE1464C}" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Salt Cay Women of Action<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="{D97D6404-C105-45CE-8A2A-963C1C662DCF}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One Island, One People, One Aim</span></span><br /><div id="{0872EE48-942D-44E6-84A1-0E46AEC89B05}" style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfx0UXwr2FtvxlA8jFItTj3Gt2c7DQ5Zdn489b0pL2mmi2py3CqXIWZbdhJFC_4OWK8afPQ6vZCHUKq7HWMup6hOTIPmhHZzFb6s5Z0t280SPO4pvcDWtZ-5aYlbyth4-nPWwvBcA_vU/s1600-h/1_5womenofaction.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfx0UXwr2FtvxlA8jFItTj3Gt2c7DQ5Zdn489b0pL2mmi2py3CqXIWZbdhJFC_4OWK8afPQ6vZCHUKq7HWMup6hOTIPmhHZzFb6s5Z0t280SPO4pvcDWtZ-5aYlbyth4-nPWwvBcA_vU/s400/1_5womenofaction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434778939172493858" border="0" /></a><br />Last year island women got together and formed Salt Cay Women of Action, a chance for the women of the island to get together and get to know each other better. Last night we had our first meeting of 2010. We missed many of last year's members, but look forward to our next meeting when they will be in attendance!<br /><br />Salt Cay Women of Action meet every Thursday at 5:00PM with meetings lasting about 1-2 hours depending upon what activities we're getting ourselves into! President Vershina Forbes helped us organize the schedule for February's meetings.<br /><ul><li>February 11th, 5PM - decorate the Salt Shed for the Valentine Party</li><li>February 18th, 5PM - Ladies Game Night (Scrabble, Dominoes and card games)</li><li>February 25th, 5PM - Dancing Night, learn how to do the Electric Slide and the Cha Cha Slide!</li></ul><br />Member Carolyn Dickenson announced the following community activities:<br /><ul><li>Mondays @ 5PM, Eloisa Dickenson will be holding Spanish classes at the Club House (by the cricket field). </li><li>She also invited anyone to join her and Norma at 5AM for aerobics at the Salt Shed every morning... we all groaned about that hour and are not sure how many will join them that early!</li><li>Salt Cay will be hosting this years TCI Womens Conference the beginning of April, date to be announced.</li></ul><br /></div></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-73433786553577370522010-02-03T13:21:00.007-05:002010-02-03T14:20:42.036-05:00Whales Ahoy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-AVBQzoWzHldN1amGDoVBT0hpL9QN-Fzba9PQlP_NJ-sF9U_2D3oJ_JcYQg8OWH_0kUGbcX43kI5VWj4RpT3Hf0LWhIzf1dMLkS38bzW_qqSjd3pQFhy_IKF1LdtZcGp7R3xnJhmSA4/s1600-h/humpback.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-AVBQzoWzHldN1amGDoVBT0hpL9QN-Fzba9PQlP_NJ-sF9U_2D3oJ_JcYQg8OWH_0kUGbcX43kI5VWj4RpT3Hf0LWhIzf1dMLkS38bzW_qqSjd3pQFhy_IKF1LdtZcGp7R3xnJhmSA4/s400/humpback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434084953270898930" border="0" /></a>Humpback Whales migrate past Salt Cay on both sides of the islands using the Turks Island Passage and the Mouchoir Passage as they make their way toward the Mouchoir Banks and Samana Bay in the Dominican Republic. Our house looks toward the West and the Turks Island Passage. It's about 350 yards off the beach.<br /><br />We've been spotting Humpback Whales swimming past for about the past two weeks and for the past three or four days it has been an all day, every day event. I've spotted them throughout the day in groups of two to four as they swim around the island. Just saw a group of four humpbacks about 1/2 an hour ago!<br /><br />Okay... I've already posted this, but I have to edit a little because now - 2 hours later - we've got three whales right next to the "Wall" (that's what we call the dropoff from the reef to the Passage) and it looks like two adult whales teaching a small one to swim... they keep going back and forth in front on us. <br /><br />Today, with the wind coming out of the West, the Sea is too rough to kayak but I'll be out there again tomorrow to see if I can cruise along with them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiYPZQLq1S3fyMm1LucdjUtoObB-wixYnhXPtQlMuxeUYagzV-6IaWzkvDGC8GOPOfAaArtj3rbM7CorUDOKd4IaYyFTxO3Cciv0hxYVnXHz_XsPivhtCaEj0vw174pcIfzfawqcPN5g/s1600-h/map.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiYPZQLq1S3fyMm1LucdjUtoObB-wixYnhXPtQlMuxeUYagzV-6IaWzkvDGC8GOPOfAaArtj3rbM7CorUDOKd4IaYyFTxO3Cciv0hxYVnXHz_XsPivhtCaEj0vw174pcIfzfawqcPN5g/s400/map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434088937983732386" border="0" /></a>The map shows our location as Balfour Town. That's the name of the area where the government offices are on Salt Cay. It's not really a town, but I'm not really sure how you let Google know that. Guess they'll have to come have a visit.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I did not take the picture of the whale. A friend took it a few years ago... I have not been able to catch a picture of the whales this year and thought I'd use this to get your attention. :0)<br /></span>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-51584031293287050502010-01-24T13:42:00.017-05:002010-01-24T15:26:56.009-05:00South Point Stroll<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnFYCYGgkwpdyHT3DqzeckWTUyMxECbsBHU4w1XkAzNDL_Br5k_k-c5SFZHcaneszZeyDoT6OlFvcE3q-S-07wC20v5x38arta3sMpn3Nk7TRsNxbAoyNhzUNjbIXlTwF5fdqRcNYOLE/s1600-h/1_cactus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnFYCYGgkwpdyHT3DqzeckWTUyMxECbsBHU4w1XkAzNDL_Br5k_k-c5SFZHcaneszZeyDoT6OlFvcE3q-S-07wC20v5x38arta3sMpn3Nk7TRsNxbAoyNhzUNjbIXlTwF5fdqRcNYOLE/s400/1_cactus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430380657562169394" border="0" /></a>The wind picked up last night and the Seas just didn't look like a lot of kayaking fun... especially getting out through the surf. So this morning, we took a stroll to the South Point of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcay.org/">Salt Cay</a><a>. It has to be called a stroll because we had to stop a number of times for pictures and </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmoejlbG9YM_Z_tKG-b2xCDO4KJdqSVnz1-zyD7OZ8e1ZfK_JxKSSgBBHISvzhcOCiHc9SPMP5rqAr1DL5KdknxtPzsjXcjIs2aenNu2GyyJOMwRvxJmCdCol6d9OWgBkSzljhuKMLR0/s1600-h/2_cactus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmoejlbG9YM_Z_tKG-b2xCDO4KJdqSVnz1-zyD7OZ8e1ZfK_JxKSSgBBHISvzhcOCiHc9SPMP5rqAr1DL5KdknxtPzsjXcjIs2aenNu2GyyJOMwRvxJmCdCol6d9OWgBkSzljhuKMLR0/s200/2_cactus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430384035033698674" border="0" /></a>just a few brief "ahhhs". The first stop was to take some pictures of the Cactus Tree (Consolea (opuntia) nashii) growing along both sides of the road.<br /><br />The cactus trees are just starting to flower and the brilliant red flowers are a striking contrast to the blues of the Sea and sky and the green bushes surrounding it. These cactus are native exclusively to the Bahamas and Turks & Caicos Islands and can grow to a height of about 4 meters (or 13 feet) but I've only seen them grown to about 6 feet tall on Salt Cay. (If you click on the pictures they open to a larger size so you can see them better... the flower really is beautiful!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgp6ddtHTAwCo__RNMiqhpkgiGkLz9RTdbrs34ZQcx_oGutQdWDMvfZHiE67aYMLiy4DKflw1GxYCqGNpvTLJvVGuOGR_BxlMYUE533ylrNZUTdfqurc4OX4SJZpZFjRnTQu7PsA7C4k/s1600-h/3_pocketbeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgp6ddtHTAwCo__RNMiqhpkgiGkLz9RTdbrs34ZQcx_oGutQdWDMvfZHiE67aYMLiy4DKflw1GxYCqGNpvTLJvVGuOGR_BxlMYUE533ylrNZUTdfqurc4OX4SJZpZFjRnTQu7PsA7C4k/s400/3_pocketbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430389465776509970" border="0" /></a>Salt Cay is the home of many elusive and ever-changing pocket beaches. I call them that because they are little pockets along the shoreline that under the right conditions fill with beautiful sand and are a joy to play on! You just have to walk along either side of <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimP9LrlpNeqUJJpkQISx9JUEzQhrT0aF8l7ZKhs6bE0MwVglc0Ssms4oCim4m17L3ECtYCfQcQ2878_ylnL3sZel6Am5ffL-Iq26iAB24j-sNuS6O-8lKhi4PQAOOCaZ5N8lcjEWD9NMg/s1600-h/4_pocketbeach2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimP9LrlpNeqUJJpkQISx9JUEzQhrT0aF8l7ZKhs6bE0MwVglc0Ssms4oCim4m17L3ECtYCfQcQ2878_ylnL3sZel6Am5ffL-Iq26iAB24j-sNuS6O-8lKhi4PQAOOCaZ5N8lcjEWD9NMg/s200/4_pocketbeach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430390396279862930" border="0" /></a>the island and you'll find them (or not!).<br /><br />Even on fairly windy days, these little pocket beaches can be fun to use... bobbing in the water and playing in the surges. Maybe tomorrow... today, the stroll to the South Point is the order of business and there are so many things to see in just that small area. Looking South toward the point there was another little <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi5ckIdK0DufyrBtMn6cFf1tb3ormHSdqDLDboz-9vmLR3t21P47_KUm3-IVAsjrrV4-xvwswkrBtE5KkY3Fc5Ih3hOMw6M6DYJKHFEm0CmX-u9a-FxyyWWi3S3RFhpBG8uvXQDDnwSA/s1600-h/5_scdivers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi5ckIdK0DufyrBtMn6cFf1tb3ormHSdqDLDboz-9vmLR3t21P47_KUm3-IVAsjrrV4-xvwswkrBtE5KkY3Fc5Ih3hOMw6M6DYJKHFEm0CmX-u9a-FxyyWWi3S3RFhpBG8uvXQDDnwSA/s320/5_scdivers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430391675713585810" border="0" /></a>pocket beach within sight of the first one... I hadn't seen it before... it must be one of the more elusive ones! Just off these little beaches, we spotted the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc/">Salt Cay</a><a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc/"> Divers'</a> boat enjoying a bright and sunny Sunday scuba dive. A great place to enjoy beautiful scenery above and below!<br /><br />It's usually better to go out for a walk early in the morning before it gets too hot, but this morning the winds are blowing about 15mph and keeping everything a cool 80.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As we approached the South Point the sounds of the Sea increased to a low roar as the currents coming around the West side hit the currents coming around the East side of the island.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DTBvUKsd0uhHGxdi3EWnlVDNcF3icoOTNYJoKZSnyDsL2F6kiIbA-0qxkMTvRDXy6RQgXzyWgxErNZNRVVpIEmcBKVTC4oM6DaGIxmgWHTsyyzOA1wlQGH4xHPRcOOXAmfNWzvdpfLs/s1600-h/7_currentscollide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DTBvUKsd0uhHGxdi3EWnlVDNcF3icoOTNYJoKZSnyDsL2F6kiIbA-0qxkMTvRDXy6RQgXzyWgxErNZNRVVpIEmcBKVTC4oM6DaGIxmgWHTsyyzOA1wlQGH4xHPRcOOXAmfNWzvdpfLs/s400/7_currentscollide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430395962120201026" border="0" /></a>Two years ago when I kayaked around the island, this was the toughest part of the trip. There are reefs half-submerged and the currents both ways are very strong. It is impossible even on a calm day to stay very close to shore in the kayak. At one point, I remember looking at the shore and wondering if I was traveling forward at all! The wild, free waves are incredible to watch.<br /><br />It used to be a bit of a secret that the very best shells could be found on the South Point. That's not the case anymore, now it's best to get there early after a storm to search through the seaweed if you want the best shells. The weather and Sea have been calm for the past week and I was fairly confident that I wouldn't find and real treasures, but looking is half the fun!<br /><br />I found a great stick and proceeded up and down the beach poking through the sea fans, sponges, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpzK99Lri-nH3dAgrvkkkw_16wX6C6A_VxF91FVM1Xhw5reXOgvv-dg1DJqtVeM-OP9un1dPA-ywvmhHqBcEaKQ09tKItO4GLjeltoj5YpJhdIKetpPdOBiKD4seLpv6elwgkvReO4VU/s1600-h/10_beachdetritus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpzK99Lri-nH3dAgrvkkkw_16wX6C6A_VxF91FVM1Xhw5reXOgvv-dg1DJqtVeM-OP9un1dPA-ywvmhHqBcEaKQ09tKItO4GLjeltoj5YpJhdIKetpPdOBiKD4seLpv6elwgkvReO4VU/s400/10_beachdetritus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430398184750830690" border="0" /></a>pieces of coral, small broken shells, and seaweed. And<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWjbhNHtNS1HhQr3lNQz5wTY_to7AhyjikSbygSCM3TjtFsvB_VJYKwiC2HlpvB4WijdVQEfYLaS26mFsZ67Anlvur9mukXxrNnem_tad-2IjRUelRxEfyc6M4yXARe0mrP3CZxO7GR4/s1600-h/11_shell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWjbhNHtNS1HhQr3lNQz5wTY_to7AhyjikSbygSCM3TjtFsvB_VJYKwiC2HlpvB4WijdVQEfYLaS26mFsZ67Anlvur9mukXxrNnem_tad-2IjRUelRxEfyc6M4yXARe0mrP3CZxO7GR4/s200/11_shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430401654073942770" border="0" /></a> of course, there's always the odd shoe that washes ashore. (can you spot it in the picture?)<br /><br />Because the Sea has been calm there were not many piles of seaweed to go through but I did manage to find a nice Chestnut Turbin and a couple little melanilla and a cowrie shell. Lots of beautiful bits of shell, including a bright orange scallop nestled in the seaweed.<br /><br />With sand in my shoes and a smile on my face, I took one last look toward the powerful beauty of the currents at South Point and headed home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBwiHlmoi3b7Qd1-t_7LKmZ0KKpHILb7eOz8cBamKnvClHwhamHNa3EJDOvma_0jL7-tgK8Ew6QMdflTMjmsY7biOnYOW95PPXxi6W-hk0hJj7jGqY-dCGg2cvS_nUMAIwpzLU2zv3yg/s1600-h/13_currents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBwiHlmoi3b7Qd1-t_7LKmZ0KKpHILb7eOz8cBamKnvClHwhamHNa3EJDOvma_0jL7-tgK8Ew6QMdflTMjmsY7biOnYOW95PPXxi6W-hk0hJj7jGqY-dCGg2cvS_nUMAIwpzLU2zv3yg/s400/13_currents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430402848525139090" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-24828698130586002632010-01-16T13:24:00.007-05:002010-01-16T14:49:39.533-05:00Salt Cay Rake 'N Scrape Haitian Benefit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmT-HoctBpr7kpE2j5vZeHQaFUJwqCuazv02SvYi9gt2-rjegr0dVucAxV068LvBmEhSF1XFDPA2JgFsB2eeOqZKqfgLxxLdZCKofypIsUIz6jWaw7bbfnS9MqNo6DlMjX5vfhTJtRM0/s1600-h/haitian_randfully.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmT-HoctBpr7kpE2j5vZeHQaFUJwqCuazv02SvYi9gt2-rjegr0dVucAxV068LvBmEhSF1XFDPA2JgFsB2eeOqZKqfgLxxLdZCKofypIsUIz6jWaw7bbfnS9MqNo6DlMjX5vfhTJtRM0/s400/haitian_randfully.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427407786728735138" border="0" /></a>Debbie Been, owner of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcay.org/coralreef/index.htm">Coral Reef Bar & Grill </a>on Salt Cay, hosted a benefit for the island's Haitian families to aid them in finding and helping their relatives in Haiti after the earthquake. Salt Cay Rake 'N Scrape Band donated their talents to the event and entertained the crowd for about three hours. Debbie donated $1 from every drink sold and had a donation jar for people to make their own donations to Salt Cay's Haitian Relief Fund.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv33NaK6lhnzpKGPYLZe8sko0k8LTCIK2_NN-d7uZnjXg1DNT_ZgH8FuX6LXCta15hNHuU8I6DSYxOXLnq-WIffxt2OK1JlxiAHKFGx5Chg7ADKXiFub5OZ6T8MJb0WG6scUcDyHRWmXw/s1600-h/haitian_sharon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv33NaK6lhnzpKGPYLZe8sko0k8LTCIK2_NN-d7uZnjXg1DNT_ZgH8FuX6LXCta15hNHuU8I6DSYxOXLnq-WIffxt2OK1JlxiAHKFGx5Chg7ADKXiFub5OZ6T8MJb0WG6scUcDyHRWmXw/s320/haitian_sharon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427410127662634946" border="0" /></a><br />Through the efforts of Coral Reef Bar & Grill, <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc/">Salt Cay Divers</a>, Salt Cay Rake 'N Scrape Band, and the Salt Cay community over $2000 was raised for Salt Cay's Haitian Relief Fund<br /><br />Winter Resident, Elinor Davies, graciously donated a number of original artworks to the cause. With the help of Sharon Herwin of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.pirateshideaway.tc/">Pirates Hideaway</a> (pictured here), the Salt Cay Windmill watercolors were sold and the donations added to the Fund.<br /><br />Salt Cay is home to many Haitian families, they are some of our best craftsmen and work hard to provide for their local families<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrJlkbYxT_rviNlnpgVKb5LhuS_oVs3tgnDKGN-M89U7SXCZCokXmATaQpScwIMtg2vV13nSP5S7_eu0PNPKnhX7EuzdtPKQ62GrFhauOi45lvf6z2JDhHLii8cnx2xfvLCaP_TqQrWs/s1600-h/haitian_eugene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrJlkbYxT_rviNlnpgVKb5LhuS_oVs3tgnDKGN-M89U7SXCZCokXmATaQpScwIMtg2vV13nSP5S7_eu0PNPKnhX7EuzdtPKQ62GrFhauOi45lvf6z2JDhHLii8cnx2xfvLCaP_TqQrWs/s200/haitian_eugene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427418943606145682" border="0" /></a> as well as sending money back to their families in Haiti. Communicating with their families in Haiti since the earthquake has been difficult. A few people have been able to find out information because their families do not live in Port au Prince and still have cell phone capability.<br /><br />We have heard of two deaths to the Salt Cay Haitian families to date. There are a few of the men who are working to try to get enough airfare together so they can take the trip back to Haiti to find out about their families and help them in any way they can.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkpGpMOoE_O9lKfXrt0OBzrU9DXfvdzyq6Gm65soMSVOfRlhst0xhDvXpR1Dj1DNIqkekYP9NhCkGh5XvWTZ9UCIxPz9G-GaqAeoWF4qvwon9dE-EGD5BLKOdn2_BYcixKE4IC60sp5E/s1600-h/haitian_wilce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkpGpMOoE_O9lKfXrt0OBzrU9DXfvdzyq6Gm65soMSVOfRlhst0xhDvXpR1Dj1DNIqkekYP9NhCkGh5XvWTZ9UCIxPz9G-GaqAeoWF4qvwon9dE-EGD5BLKOdn2_BYcixKE4IC60sp5E/s400/haitian_wilce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427420760246533906" border="0" /></a>District Commissioner Carolyn Dickenson and Police Officer Kammeron assisted Salt Cay's Haitian community by providing them with phone numbers they can call to find out about their <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeU4RQ4hMHvY8Umw-7D3HCqUZZK_h70m9A-vYJ1i8EbeSM8_TP6a3GffzFibbDDQ0fACEoQPpmZ5ugP6UCjyG0xmkpa-n3yEiCg9NuBre1dk81w7XtdyuVsbBHABrIYk3JSEWMcJGroTY/s1600-h/haitian_franklin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeU4RQ4hMHvY8Umw-7D3HCqUZZK_h70m9A-vYJ1i8EbeSM8_TP6a3GffzFibbDDQ0fACEoQPpmZ5ugP6UCjyG0xmkpa-n3yEiCg9NuBre1dk81w7XtdyuVsbBHABrIYk3JSEWMcJGroTY/s320/haitian_franklin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427426687341929586" border="0" /></a>relatives earlier in the day and a Prayer Meeting at the Salt Shed was also held on Friday evening.<br /><br />On Thursday the Salt Cay boat went to Grand Turk for the weekly shopping trip. We had heard on the local radio station that First Caribbean Bank has a special fund set up that sends the money donated directly to the Red Cross in Haiti and another contribution in that fund.<br /><br />We would like to urge you to find out how you can help. And if you cannot afford to give a donation, please keep the people of Haiti in your thoughts and prayers.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-71521837515626379322010-01-15T09:34:00.006-05:002010-01-15T09:54:03.282-05:00Salt Cay's Morning Traffic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTYi48zZNSQs7VJu4hugoLIWVJHZhLhVTqCh1Z2iJXy_o2x-Vybeh-HhgXPi-cORLLqk8raYw0F2MDRxbdEP50Hvjo93aHv6F5ljQ2THOATbzsvfTwnqe6JPhl2CEOVN3GFg_Ti2zyZ4/s1600-h/traffic_boat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTYi48zZNSQs7VJu4hugoLIWVJHZhLhVTqCh1Z2iJXy_o2x-Vybeh-HhgXPi-cORLLqk8raYw0F2MDRxbdEP50Hvjo93aHv6F5ljQ2THOATbzsvfTwnqe6JPhl2CEOVN3GFg_Ti2zyZ4/s400/traffic_boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975088264812562" border="0" /></a>Weather Report: Windy, blowing steadily from the... wait a second while I check the weather vane... okay... the full report. Sunny, with a few scattered clouds, wind blowing out of the East at about 20 mph, temperature about 75F. Some good swells out at sea but a great day for diving.<br /><br />Traffic Report:<br />To the West of us... A beautiful three-masted schooner that spent the night off <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_HLIxwz1GBGc96jaPQQZVbhKkKmrmbXt4OUr3NsBwphaSZx00jlW8QDzVHbNWsEs3EQ6TxvQMU5Z73zSb6od_yWqTKM_OoFYXKMLb9oFrYXiKUyNTeRmAW0_Ccfhi7vPAPpJdiHcDDc/s1600-h/traffic_street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_HLIxwz1GBGc96jaPQQZVbhKkKmrmbXt4OUr3NsBwphaSZx00jlW8QDzVHbNWsEs3EQ6TxvQMU5Z73zSb6od_yWqTKM_OoFYXKMLb9oFrYXiKUyNTeRmAW0_Ccfhi7vPAPpJdiHcDDc/s320/traffic_street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426977179958318770" border="0" /></a>the West side of the island headed North in this morning at about 9:30AM.<br />To the East of us - I'll let this picture speak for itself. The wall on the left is our front wall, looking North on Victoria Street.<br /><br />It looks like another quiet day on Salt Cay.<br /><br />There are a few guests and divers on island enjoying a quiet, laid back vacation. <br /><br />Tomorrow there will be a Haitian relief benefit for Salt Cay's Haitian population at the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcay.org/coralreef/index.htm">Coral Reef Bar & Grill</a>. raising money to directly help our Haitian friend's own families. It's been so very difficult for many of them to find out what's happening with their families in Haiti... thoughts and prayers for our Haitian friends and their families please.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-33772101032457044672010-01-12T09:40:00.009-05:002010-01-12T10:56:51.280-05:00Stormy Weather Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc0fQwKBTIz7wSImtsFMljoQPr-FkrUPR9KBA2pbAJ968oHPxm6p80ovfjaF_f0HeEmdCbEOE-9uq6xPduQlICETZIW6qW1Yt8GGt_hfGgO_hVXjAYI31u0efExMdp3FcQUIMxAGvqCA/s1600-h/stormy_west.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc0fQwKBTIz7wSImtsFMljoQPr-FkrUPR9KBA2pbAJ968oHPxm6p80ovfjaF_f0HeEmdCbEOE-9uq6xPduQlICETZIW6qW1Yt8GGt_hfGgO_hVXjAYI31u0efExMdp3FcQUIMxAGvqCA/s400/stormy_west.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425863969600941714" border="0" /></a>Waking in the morning to the sounds of the Sea, I sit up in my bed and look out the back windows to the Sea roiling and boiling as the winds come out of the West. I pulled the blanket a little higher waiting for the sun to bring light to another day on Salt Cay. I always feel sorry for guests to the island who come down for a couple of weeks and have stormy weather when they are looking forward to basking in the Sun. With all the stormy days we've been having since we arrived shortly before Christmas it has been necessary to just get on it! It's a "cold" 70-75 degrees, not bad really...<br /><br />Climbing out of bed, I slip into my flip flops for a walk to the back gate for a better look at the Sea. Definitely not a day for kayaking or swimming on the West side of the island! After a brief stop in the kitchen to start the coffee, I opened the front doors and windows (shutters and screens no glass windows) and had a look to the East over the Salinas. Not bad!! A quick bike circuit to the airport and back before sitting with my coffee (and Bailey's) to check emails.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdXkZ55ejejhtIaVtGwBd7PSOh1p6i9ZPeFNRLvu5c6tevDB_GM9M3uXA6obln42T0cYD7S_8cm7EYpDEWUjUfx96Uj2pRk1wsBvpCT4NQAopKzblJsVTMxEGmk2yQPkXmbX_8M7rYOo/s1600-h/stormy_salinas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdXkZ55ejejhtIaVtGwBd7PSOh1p6i9ZPeFNRLvu5c6tevDB_GM9M3uXA6obln42T0cYD7S_8cm7EYpDEWUjUfx96Uj2pRk1wsBvpCT4NQAopKzblJsVTMxEGmk2yQPkXmbX_8M7rYOo/s400/stormy_salinas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425863741045567026" border="0" /></a>Our friend, Arnie, stopped by to find out when high tide is (3PM) and we talked about going kayaking on the East side of the island in the afternoon... a plan developed... Arnie, Sonia and I would meet at 2:30PM to take the kayaks over to the Creek and out on the East side of Salt Cay.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7O3zIUwQRnYUVN4JKWEvi7pY_gZF4HM6GR-FHCw3_oasTGEIa1KVySn8Lopn2OQ8jPS2XDr1DiMsf_y3d0pAPzWqL-PeJIgh1qfSUHUS6UrZOsoCZdEJaO-jBn3ng2g7EIQ3DOdjM5Uw/s1600-h/stormy_creek.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7O3zIUwQRnYUVN4JKWEvi7pY_gZF4HM6GR-FHCw3_oasTGEIa1KVySn8Lopn2OQ8jPS2XDr1DiMsf_y3d0pAPzWqL-PeJIgh1qfSUHUS6UrZOsoCZdEJaO-jBn3ng2g7EIQ3DOdjM5Uw/s320/stormy_creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425867313872157154" border="0" /></a><br />South Creek has always been a large shallow inlet but since the hurricane dumped a lot of sand in it, it's very shallow even at high tide. We had to drag the kayaks quite a way out to get them into deep enough water to paddle. There are a lot of submerged rock formations all along the mouth of the Creek but fortunately the water was calm enough to be able to spot those. With Arnie in the lead, Sonia and I followed him out between the two rock formations you see in this picture.<br /><br />Heading into the wind (NNE), we played in the chop and paddled North for about 20 minutes. We could see Whale Island ahead and thought about paddling over to it, but decided that it was just a bit too windy and cold. As I think about my friends back in the States trying to stay warm in 12 degree weather, I realize just how lucky I am to be able to be “cold” in 70+ degree weather.<br /><br />We turned around and headed back toward the creek with the tide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFEy8y3jr8PuDKVGxhC6wFhVNkMbzqiwiRO2ShC3j1VCNeJtxj1Roc5BzelaFIHX3YHskVjZlE3HDmHVZpQX6AUKH5_0gvhn4OHsQUPM1EL5goDFOglYcQH7vhLgkJQcQmjqA-V1IOBE/s1600-h/stormy_eastside.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFEy8y3jr8PuDKVGxhC6wFhVNkMbzqiwiRO2ShC3j1VCNeJtxj1Roc5BzelaFIHX3YHskVjZlE3HDmHVZpQX6AUKH5_0gvhn4OHsQUPM1EL5goDFOglYcQH7vhLgkJQcQmjqA-V1IOBE/s200/stormy_eastside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425876789238271714" border="0" /></a> and wind… very fun! It was a matter of steering the kayak and letting the tide and wind take you back. Fantastic! There are three spots to enter the Creek… the middle spot is the best with the least amount of underwater rocks and is protected by the rocks on either side so that there are not many waves to deal with as you paddle back into the Creek. Coming around the rocks and surfing into the creek was fantastic!<br /><br />The stormy day adventure was not over... because the high tide was still not very high Arnie, Sonia and I had to drag the kayaks over a sandbar to the far end of South Creek were the blue holes are. As we approached water deep enough to kayak we had to wade through the muck of the clam beds. Once in the water again, a turtle popped its head up to take a look at us... a school of small bone fish flashed past us, little crabs scurried about and a heron landed and started to poke around for an afternoon snack.<br /><br />We were down opposite the old bird watching station (falling apart after the hurricane) and not too far from the osprey nesting platform. In fact, the osprey flew into her nest with a little fish <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY3j4RQmzhzeif0MzKedDpAZCwprldED1WmFSCuovV7Maf7VFyXlW_z4o53dENK3bmkC9hSGV2cASFL1LGfkknRDNXRB5zWrKTsvSWqNOKCOPfsRRI2SvX7Iue9lrSKAk5m2Uh5Nu5vc/s1600-h/stormy_rooster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY3j4RQmzhzeif0MzKedDpAZCwprldED1WmFSCuovV7Maf7VFyXlW_z4o53dENK3bmkC9hSGV2cASFL1LGfkknRDNXRB5zWrKTsvSWqNOKCOPfsRRI2SvX7Iue9lrSKAk5m2Uh5Nu5vc/s200/stormy_rooster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425881527009615858" border="0" /></a>to feed the two baby osprey while we were paddling around looking at the blue holes. After a quick paddle to the other side of the Creek we portaged the kayaks back to the trailer and finished our Salt Cay stormy day adventure.<br /><br />As I was riding my bike home I realized that the wind had shifted again and seemed to be trying to come straight out of the North bringing cool air and choppy Seas on all sides of the island. What a great way to spend a stormy day!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-71619596478654309102010-01-03T09:49:00.012-05:002010-01-03T10:47:43.900-05:00After Midnight - Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW1SeXwLq9eMGRgbhgVw1SYihnfHifvkX4P0jZw-PpToToHi1lu87FcewfLfTrYY1wt9Q89ai6vLYnu3EAC338fe-5L0N3rcK4v6YWEzyDrRX3h1bgfI4AoRPtkxXXBRRv3uEvi6LXiw/s1600-h/girls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW1SeXwLq9eMGRgbhgVw1SYihnfHifvkX4P0jZw-PpToToHi1lu87FcewfLfTrYY1wt9Q89ai6vLYnu3EAC338fe-5L0N3rcK4v6YWEzyDrRX3h1bgfI4AoRPtkxXXBRRv3uEvi6LXiw/s400/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533492053979826" border="0" /></a>The night was cool, the stars were bright and Debbie had a party at the Coral Reef Bar and Grill that was one of the best New Years Eve parties ever! The evening started out with the Salt Cay Rake 'N Scrape Band<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuEcRCY6_mGkkWqw_-AkdZ-Kc72Jhq8jRnkhFTxEFxZFHDjyXpM8TuguBYNMLLW7RFS_iokMd1SYocYzt71tqSJ2p1Kd6RxsT1BHfc8AAhnAceDzBen0qE46N3qTJrRB6aPVbnlrE7fg/s1600-h/rakenscrape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuEcRCY6_mGkkWqw_-AkdZ-Kc72Jhq8jRnkhFTxEFxZFHDjyXpM8TuguBYNMLLW7RFS_iokMd1SYocYzt71tqSJ2p1Kd6RxsT1BHfc8AAhnAceDzBen0qE46N3qTJrRB6aPVbnlrE7fg/s320/rakenscrape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422534122181844034" border="0" /></a> featuring Newton, vocals and bucket, Wilce on bucket, Dwight on the saw, Ranfully on tambourine and maracas and Spigot on the harmonica with guests joining in on the maracas that Mike Hawkins made and brought to the party.<br /><br />Mike made about six maracas of coconut shells filled with<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWydvOUMsdIQpX-YhwfwveihZVQ5A_VhX6OON27UPqPTSE88xhCHFKeH7S73pCUlmdxaSBsQaVYvCD6pczYOk5TPrfw7co1u4KA3f9i8a_6iC-clBt1uk9fvReJCc4JXkLXc__23bkoM/s1600-h/spigot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWydvOUMsdIQpX-YhwfwveihZVQ5A_VhX6OON27UPqPTSE88xhCHFKeH7S73pCUlmdxaSBsQaVYvCD6pczYOk5TPrfw7co1u4KA3f9i8a_6iC-clBt1uk9fvReJCc4JXkLXc__23bkoM/s200/spigot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422536069138446594" border="0" /></a> small shells and rocks... great instrument for those of us who can't play the saw or harmonica! Spigot took a break from playing his harmonica to have a beer (or was that a glass of rum?) and play the maraca while visiting. That's the great thing about Rake 'N Scrape... you can take a break while the other band members continue on and join in at any time. Fantastic!<br /><br />The Salt Cay Rake 'N Scrape band played for about an hour before it was time for their break (they played again after midnight joined by Shine on the bucket).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh07AUH8xGojNOijVMaNwK3f4lwLKwCqRq2BbzRVNHsocawbGwBxrZshQNyHS08u49VpzfSQa55PKjqC_Wx4mjSYNeK7uEi7E90ZFprg_TOCYx3gF7EoATYzWvNLScqUnQysE981wvaq8/s1600-h/djnewton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh07AUH8xGojNOijVMaNwK3f4lwLKwCqRq2BbzRVNHsocawbGwBxrZshQNyHS08u49VpzfSQa55PKjqC_Wx4mjSYNeK7uEi7E90ZFprg_TOCYx3gF7EoATYzWvNLScqUnQysE981wvaq8/s320/djnewton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422537508361220162" border="0" /></a>The rest of the evening DJ Newton (aided by Police Officer Cameron) spun a great selection of tunes and everyone was dancing, laughing and having an absolute great time!<br /><br />Midnight arrived and kisses, hugs, and shouts of "Happy New Year" rang out through the night. Coral Reef Bar & Grill had two anniversaries and one proposal that night... a truly memorable and happy occasion!<br /><br />I danced all night... we went home and I cooked bacon and eggs at 3AM... and today (January 3rd) I finally feel normal again! It just doesn't get any better than this.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-52139654160393491302009-12-31T09:23:00.009-05:002009-12-31T10:07:36.229-05:00Pirates Hideaway on Salt Cay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJzOL0Cw326SK9Wy81mjMbAVSlHZURoscTiXUnFY3Hl_RYyuq9-itEgQsvpBh4YWegkPdhdYcES-PurFywUPrnEsgjXN60xR63MyO2481F06On_-_ppbyrtDaEhDPz9KG-L2WVxz2HA/s1600-h/pool1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJzOL0Cw326SK9Wy81mjMbAVSlHZURoscTiXUnFY3Hl_RYyuq9-itEgQsvpBh4YWegkPdhdYcES-PurFywUPrnEsgjXN60xR63MyO2481F06On_-_ppbyrtDaEhDPz9KG-L2WVxz2HA/s400/pool1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421406003298246482" border="0" /></a>There is a secluded oasis on Salt Cay and when the Seas are rough for swimming we feel lucky to be able to go to <a target="_blank" href="http://www.pirateshideaway.com/"> Pirates Hideaway</a> and enjoy the beautiful pool. Yesterday, I hopped on my bike with towel, water bottle and camera to ride South on Victoria Street to Candy's (aka Pirates Hideaway). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5ka5sFSY-f1E1ZaUPrQLYkflpRL1pWnXiQ19T2l0xyTkcXeGY_AnMgrzBhIGgTzGScI_uoGgjCR-oOw7JwhmC1Y4IHQmS2S0Q3_N-CjozR4BYfQOVv0u8jPHNjMbu6Ypj3zMjDaDABU/s1600-h/pool2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5ka5sFSY-f1E1ZaUPrQLYkflpRL1pWnXiQ19T2l0xyTkcXeGY_AnMgrzBhIGgTzGScI_uoGgjCR-oOw7JwhmC1Y4IHQmS2S0Q3_N-CjozR4BYfQOVv0u8jPHNjMbu6Ypj3zMjDaDABU/s200/pool2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407440992642578" border="0" /></a>The other ladies were already there when I arrived relaxing on the Salt Cay chairs and discussing New Year's Eve plans.<br /><br />The pool is surrounded by beautiful tropical plants and is a refreshing change from the salt water. Don't get me wrong... the beach is my preference - but on windy, rough days it feels so luxurious to lounge around this beautiful crystal clear water and take a dip when it gets hot! <br /><br />With butterflies flitting about and birds chirping in the trees, it's easy to lose yourself for a few hours of true relaxation.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBns6pqwb1m-MsPhlXookDl4cOlMwD0ORAtdoLyfN-0HPV9d9sB1pD12M-eYMg_at0-jIhnfLNFtmvlZx97r15RQU7gYCj7uytkzuJaBQGSvSnWzD43Qm0kj9Ozf0PBSLoNEXad8Piq7s/s1600-h/pool5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBns6pqwb1m-MsPhlXookDl4cOlMwD0ORAtdoLyfN-0HPV9d9sB1pD12M-eYMg_at0-jIhnfLNFtmvlZx97r15RQU7gYCj7uytkzuJaBQGSvSnWzD43Qm0kj9Ozf0PBSLoNEXad8Piq7s/s400/pool5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421408779360854066" border="0" /></a>Pirates Hideaway is the only place on Salt Cay with a papaya tree and look at the fruit... it will be a few more weeks before these are ripe and I'm hoping that I'll get a bite or two!<br /><br />There is another reason for our visit to Candy's lovely pool oasis... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VgtVNRUTiQKOIz4O6fCn1OXsP9j1hppEf8bu5COo5tjMmgRM2olCs-TBZ74SP2uq-CRySE7UaYQROHcVxj87IhZ0Fx-JUXDkXQYT-uJqEdhs7ziKxrsmpD2istiBaxprshoMRU-WEXg/s1600-h/pool3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VgtVNRUTiQKOIz4O6fCn1OXsP9j1hppEf8bu5COo5tjMmgRM2olCs-TBZ74SP2uq-CRySE7UaYQROHcVxj87IhZ0Fx-JUXDkXQYT-uJqEdhs7ziKxrsmpD2istiBaxprshoMRU-WEXg/s200/pool3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411327505594290" border="0" /></a>yesterday, December 30th was Debbie (<a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc./">Salt Cay Divers</a>) birthday! Happy Birthday Debbie. :0)Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-10548314603405215122009-12-30T10:07:00.003-05:002009-12-30T10:45:52.749-05:00The Osprey of Salt Cay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslEibjziPRdHMgCgONNx0HX0zRnTTyRR7QFXmL298KqpOXY0Rdic6MjZY-dFL3CCe7yrFRiTUoYGDKSLHG5VIwN6tqXMcjxkTdWazV79GfjQkaJIyAyiRtTw183zAFguiFhVqRWyn-ow/s1600-h/4osprey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslEibjziPRdHMgCgONNx0HX0zRnTTyRR7QFXmL298KqpOXY0Rdic6MjZY-dFL3CCe7yrFRiTUoYGDKSLHG5VIwN6tqXMcjxkTdWazV79GfjQkaJIyAyiRtTw183zAFguiFhVqRWyn-ow/s400/4osprey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421046221565483330" border="0" /></a>Salt Cay has been home to many osprey over the years. They have nested in many places on the island... on North Beach using abandoned telephone poles as nesting platforms, on the hurricane damaged communications tower on the West side of the island, on the old windmills in <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgDPgb41sc8VNPI4eRTCnwREuUrIGSuZeWgjNek-MumEV4gEaPuuye8Rv9MxxCVcHWTiG4pcL607JxMiytMMvORGW129m5vOPDu2RHqCEuLTDJuhB5Vcyftv-nvB939QmePDxwSTaEWc/s1600-h/1osprey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgDPgb41sc8VNPI4eRTCnwREuUrIGSuZeWgjNek-MumEV4gEaPuuye8Rv9MxxCVcHWTiG4pcL607JxMiytMMvORGW129m5vOPDu2RHqCEuLTDJuhB5Vcyftv-nvB939QmePDxwSTaEWc/s320/1osprey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421050059931612882" border="0" /></a>the middle of the Salt Cay main salinas and the latest spot is one of the new platforms built last year on the Southeast side of the island by South Creek.<br /><br />In March 2009, <a target="_blank" href="http://annhawk.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html">two new osprey platform</a><a target="_blank" href="http://annhawk.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html">s were erected...</a> one toward the North of the Creek and one toward the South of the Creek. And the wait began. The platforms are spread out enough to allow for three families of osprey on Salt Cay.<br /><br />We took a ride down yesterday and the osprey are there!! As we drove up, the mother was sitting in a bush near the water close to the nest as the father osprey flew in with a fish for the two baby osprey.<br /><br />The 2010 osprey family has choosen the pole toward the South of the Creek and there are currently two babies in the nest. I was not able to get close enough to take a picture of them, but Mama Osprey obviously loves the spot and feels very relaxed there. She just sat in her bush watching us.<br /><br />Approaching the pole to try to get a picture of the little ones, the Father Osprey started to screech at us. We took the hint and left without bothering them.<br /><br />When the osprey nested in the Salinas we loved to watch them fly over the house as they fished<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4fjkagmaA0W0gt8QCy2jDFNFdXj6AnTguIQECIWT4eQckT-FqkZklIrv6Xbmdy68jwXxBkTUHjT_FEWfEfVyvfNhaRLk8PyAAiVgYu0fjMeazUD2sXMXX5V9XT-nmmzemGyFcbfu010/s1600-h/3osprey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4fjkagmaA0W0gt8QCy2jDFNFdXj6AnTguIQECIWT4eQckT-FqkZklIrv6Xbmdy68jwXxBkTUHjT_FEWfEfVyvfNhaRLk8PyAAiVgYu0fjMeazUD2sXMXX5V9XT-nmmzemGyFcbfu010/s320/3osprey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421052662322261762" border="0" /></a> and fed their family. But, my lord are the baby osprey loud when they are out of the nest and calling to their parents!<br /><br />Now we are able to watch as they fly over the island on their way South to feed their growing family and with luck the babies will be screeching a little further away once they start flying.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-61485857918764570502009-12-29T09:10:00.003-05:002009-12-29T09:26:49.944-05:00Another Day in Paradise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1EU_lZFW93MFe5MLbrUy-cATht8_s0ypwijb-ivozzbdPq7Rv9tw8GHBttCGcIOhSN272j1o6nT_3d09cItYh-LyReQ3dW2Qg0tG-eMZnpGG3RyMwCqGyTYf0iUXyko0OKgAZzKp66Y/s1600-h/12_29cloudy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1EU_lZFW93MFe5MLbrUy-cATht8_s0ypwijb-ivozzbdPq7Rv9tw8GHBttCGcIOhSN272j1o6nT_3d09cItYh-LyReQ3dW2Qg0tG-eMZnpGG3RyMwCqGyTYf0iUXyko0OKgAZzKp66Y/s400/12_29cloudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661553077568290" border="0" /></a>It may be a little cloudy on Salt Cay the past few days and we've had a bunch of rain since we arrived last Monday... but that's perfect - nice to come from 20 degrees to overcast and "cool" 70-75 with the trade winds blowing. We spent the first few days cleaning and opening the house, hooking up the solar hot water heater and washing clothes. Darned mice came in the house while we were gone and left little piles of sea grape seeds everywhere! Have not had that problem before!<br /><br />Mike's taken the boat to Grand Turk today to see if we can get the DSL turned on at our house so that I can actually have internet there! What a treat that will be although I will miss my morning trips to <a target="_blank" href="http://www.islandthyme.tc/">Porter's Island Thyme</a> or <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saltcaydivers.tc/">Debbie's Coral Reef Bar & Grill</a>, but it will be nice to be able to have more time to sit and work on this blog and other projects.<br /><br />We took a trip down to South Creek to check out the osprey nest yesterday but I can't upload the pictures until tomorrow... so watch for Salt Cay osprey report coming soon!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-36847019683128911062009-07-10T08:31:00.008-04:002010-01-06T08:56:01.040-05:00Salt Cay... you can get there from anywhere<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3DfaPSp0nK1MFOv9PXWjKAznc_shojfmGjZL6OzX2xq55Kk0loaKBUqHS68FzEvpbDU1Hp7rkZxJy-8AvOPbrzIi39irJy2ScSS64w-5TcR7quX55pN2LI8rnVmE215bWHhj0sgeKNg/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356809840462482706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3DfaPSp0nK1MFOv9PXWjKAznc_shojfmGjZL6OzX2xq55Kk0loaKBUqHS68FzEvpbDU1Hp7rkZxJy-8AvOPbrzIi39irJy2ScSS64w-5TcR7quX55pN2LI8rnVmE215bWHhj0sgeKNg/s400/DSCN0010.JPG" border="0" /></a>When we left Salt Cay in May, there were very limited options to get to, or leave the island. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got ahold of a schedule of airlines and flight times!! Since I started this blog, I've had a lot of people contact me about Salt Cay as their next island vacation spot... and I refer them to <a href="http://www.saltcay.org/">http://www.saltcay.org/</a> for lots of info!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><strong>Caicos Express</strong></span>: New to the airline business in the Turks and Caicos Islands, residents have been happy with their service and consistent operation. We'll be trying them if the scheduling works out and have good things about them!<br />Agent: Patrice 649-243-0237.<br />Mondays: PLS-SLX 6:30AM, SLX-GDT-PLS 7:00 AM<br />Wednesdays: PLS-SLX 3:15 PM, SLX-GDT-PLS 4:00 PM<br />Fridays: PLS-SLX 7:30 AM, SLX-GDT-PLS 8:00 AM, PLS-SLX 3:15 PM, SLX-GDT-PLS 4:00 PM<br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Air Turks and Caicos</span></strong>: This airline is on again, off again... and apparently on again. They have upgraded their internet service to provide for purchase of e-tickets but I have no reports on how well that works yet... (as as of the middle of July I cannot recommend them at all!)<br />Agent: Debbie Been: 649-241-1009.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Global Airways</span></strong>: Airline charter service from PLS-SLX-PLS whenever you wish to fly. We've used them many times over the years and Lindsey always does a great job! If you want to be sure to get there from anywhere, fly Global.<br />Agent/Owner: Lindsey Gardner <a href="mailto:global@tciway.tc">global@tciway.tc</a>.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413807014975589183.post-24798464438585234652009-05-03T10:07:00.006-04:002009-05-03T10:47:11.814-04:00Into the Water on Salt Cay<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtSOyRgMflvk6foreq1F545D0hiVU63RBqKKyX8kzP-srnRlkW7AgSBTv3fO8fLP4RMsMZrybCBm5COBxIQqKJxHESGssODhu41k3e5WUXTs_KhF88J8RehyphenhyphenXf00m1uroam53hFeJBNw/s1600-h/kayak1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331602842943362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtSOyRgMflvk6foreq1F545D0hiVU63RBqKKyX8kzP-srnRlkW7AgSBTv3fO8fLP4RMsMZrybCBm5COBxIQqKJxHESGssODhu41k3e5WUXTs_KhF88J8RehyphenhyphenXf00m1uroam53hFeJBNw/s400/kayak1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yesterday was one of the last, lazy days. We are going to be leaving Salt Cay next Wednesday and like to spend a few days just relaxing. I was sitting in my hammock chair reading a book after lunch - well, I was reading and spending time just looking out at all the colors of the Sea and Sky. There was a bit of a breeze, but not bad. I took a break from taking a break...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHopBcvK_yM-aOMrXdPLhoBefcdkH7qLr0A_AXVqYUpImsc95vgbjSb0PwB6sgCmiLsILcH7i9YndFAME4eixJrP1RTM8dLuQ3XN9uFLzk7_hIJtoKbk0wR4VnentFKINCPiCkXD_tFWY/s1600-h/kayak2.jpg"></a><br /><div>And I went kayaking! <div>Just a short paddle down to the Lighthouse Cliff and back. It was wonderful. Just in front of the Salt Cay Harbor a turtle was swimming on the surface. She popped under the water as I came closer. I stopped for a bit to see if she would come back up, but she was off somewhere else so I continued my paddle North.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPE6JvBVk09vXIQBtnRn-cHhx94c9_-XOVmzTe6Y2C-eqE6_-YQIWD9JNwD5o-YWislourwOqEjpehWcKJtj7vNKx9_BKj7Zw48lR2TO4dPWgJJK3T373mqvJAvVizi1PXgFfcqnFXQ8M/s1600-h/kayak3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331606018674972338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPE6JvBVk09vXIQBtnRn-cHhx94c9_-XOVmzTe6Y2C-eqE6_-YQIWD9JNwD5o-YWislourwOqEjpehWcKJtj7vNKx9_BKj7Zw48lR2TO4dPWgJJK3T373mqvJAvVizi1PXgFfcqnFXQ8M/s400/kayak3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div><div> </div><div>It was about a 45 minute paddle all together. A little bright in the middle of the day, but well worth the time. I'll be going out again this afternoon. Last year I was able to kayak around the entire island of Salt Cay (in a little over 2-1/2 hours) on a calm day, but we just haven't had any days calm enough to do it this year (and without Mike's boat in the water to check on my progress, I don't want to try it). </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331606877752116994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvD0iAy4ycfbOzX4q-cRAckEkfCO6c4wAxQpAk2sAP0zQV34QqUJZaZyhillKtzXdR0ca8NydwUclFPFiDYM51FS_GRg4kbpyIBqnbQ9ZH-oXJjP9DeAGotrtwygGdl_7bsBzt2Bnlv8/s400/kayak4.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Ahhhhh, it was a great afternoon. Mike took pictures from the beach deck as I pulled in after my paddle. Then - into the water for a swim and float about. Wonderful.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154715242328982605noreply@blogger.com0