Day 20
I wake up to the sounds of the water gently lapping the boat. I lie for a moment feeling the movement then get dress and head up for breakfast. The Captain tells us our itinerary for the day which includes hiking to the Glass Window Bridge.
This is the narrowest point of the island where the calm turquoise waters of the harbor are on one side and the Atlantic ocean with the pounding surf on the other side. Separated only, by narrow, limestone rocks.
Around 10am we motor out to the small beach. This time I bring my hiking shoes and iPhone which I use as a camera. We follow the path across the street to the limestone cliffs. The waves pummel the rocky shoreline. Gullies have formed in the limestone creating caves and crevices. As the waves crash upon the rocks spray flies up
The pounding surf from the Atlantic send spray through the air
and water rushes in until it recedes back in to the ocean. Over and over it continues the dance.
I separate myself from the crowd and walk around carefully watching my steps as I maneuver around the jagged rocks. As I round the corner I can see a huge wave in the distance. I move back quickly as the wave crashes onto the rocks where I stood. Finding safer ground I admire the view.
The Atlantic side of Eleuthera
I hear voices and look to my right and see Mary and Julie coming around the corner. We chat and take pictures, then head for the Glass Bridge. What an amazing and treacherous site. The one lane bridge is teetering on the limestone hillside ready at any moment to be reclaimed by the ferocious Atlantic.
The one lane/bridge is in dire straits.
The boys find entertainment with blowholes and bottles. Every few minutes air rushes through the rocks and up into the air with such gusto that anything on top of the hole flies into the air. We stop and watch them play for a bit then continue our hike. On our way back there are signs of encouragement nailed to trees on the side of the road. Apparently for those who dared cross the bridge these are signs for the brave.
Signs of encouragement for those who dared cross the Glass Bridge
It’s time to head back to the boat. Once everyone is back, we pull anchor and away we go. The wind has picked up and the crew and guests together hoist the magnificent sails.
The white sails against the deep blue sky
The schooner is full of pride and glory. What a beautiful sight to see the three mask ship skimming through the water. Heaven.
We sail for a few hours. There is only one other boat in the distance. The constant sounds of the waves crashing onto the sides of the boat is therapeutic. Now this is the life. Aah…
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