This morning we went exploring on Hoffman Cay. First, we checked the ruins.
The spiky plant behind me is a sisal plant. It is a member of the agave family and was grown on farms on several of the islands. It is used to make rope.
Next we hiked to the blue hole on the island. The Bahamas are filled with “blue holes” which are caves under the island that have collapsed to form deep, holes that look,,, blue. We are standing with our friend Tom on a rock ledge that overlooks the hole.
Blue hole on Hoffman’s Cay.
Rich hiked down under the ledge. It went over 30 feet back under the ledge! A cave-in just waiting to happen!
The cave undercuts the area where we were standing.
Captain Tom and Deb leading the way to a beach on the north end of Hoffman Cay. It seemed like we were motoring forever. There is a path from this beach to the ocean side of Hoffman Cay.
On the ocean side Rich walked up to the overlook above the beaches….
and took these pictures. The view was spectacular.
Rich’s beach art made from the debris on the beach… a tribute to the Bahamian foot solver.
Last but not least, we stopped at Gilligan’s Isle aka Big Gaulding Cay to visit the island coconut bar.
For me, New Year’s is about tradition. A tradition can be defined as a practice, custom, or story that is memorized and passed down from generation to generation, originally without the need for a writing system. Although my family did not celebrate Christmas due to my parent’s religious beliefs, we did celebrate Thanksgiving and New Year’s. As an adult New Year’s took a stronger place in my heart, as it signified all I hoped for in a new year or a new beginning. I like to look back over the previous year and celebrate the new year with family and friends. Living on the boat and being away from our family brought a bittersweet remembrance to this holiday. While we are making our dream of traveling come true, it takes us from home at the holidays. In keeping with my traditions, I made Hoppin’ John (black-eyed peas), rice and cornbread for our dinner. The meal was a comfort to me and reminded me of other years past. These flavorful beans are traditionally, according to Southern folklore, the first food to be eaten on New Year’s Day for luck and prosperity throughout the year ahead. I have been serving black-eyed peas for more years than I can remember, much to my children’s dismay. When they were younger, I made each of them eat at least one bite for prosperity. I wonder how many of my children made black-eyed peas on this New Year’s. The other tradition I hold for New Year’s is to spend time with family and do at least one thing I would like to continue through the year. This New Year’s day Rich and I went to the Junkanoo on Green Turtle Cay and participated in their celebration. During my time here in the islands I hope to learn about their history and culture and perhaps eventually I will be a beach bum and paint pictures.