We dive over the side of the boat into crystal clear water. There are broken-out conch shells everywhere in the grass below the boat. Someone has been feasting on these delights. We see cushion sea stars, thorny sea stars and lots of conch fish (Apogon Stellaus- a very small species of cardinal fish).
Tristan and I swim along the anchor chain that connects our boat to the bottom to see how the 85-pound Rocna set. Anchor is nearly buried in the sand just the way we like to see it. Solid. Friends from sv Giro swim over and our four boys have tons of fun jumping off the bow and daring each other to do front flips and “180s.”
Later, we pull dinks up on the SE shore of the harbor and take a dirt path that leads to the main road. A left turn and about 20 paces further, we find Henry Morgan’s caves.
Stalagtites and stalagmites look like teeth at the entrance. We climb down about 10 feet into the mouth of the cave while holding on to roots. The top of the cave seems to defy gravity with trees and bushes growing above us. It’s still and claustrophobic in here. I can’t go too deep inside, but my boys are on a mission. Nobody has ever reported finding treasure here, so that must mean the treasure of the infamous Captain Morgan is still here somewhere… nothing found, but lots of BATS.
Back on the main road, we continue walking north. There’s a small path up through the casuarina trees. We climb up a rocky ledge to the bluff on the very northern tip of Andros. From here—about 100 feet up—we’re treated to an amazing view. Every color of blue and green presents us an amazing Bahamian color palette. The scene is complete with the drama of crashing blue and white water shooting straight up toward the sky.
A pod of seven dolphins swims past in tight formation. We see them through the clear water from high above. It’s blustery up here… and that means the “doctor” flies (named that because they leave you bleeding) and noseeums can’t get us up here, hooray!