Wil Claussen is a family friend and photographer from Colorado. You've seen him in this blog before if you've read all of the posts. He's been down to visit us here on Providenciales several times over the years. Wil was just here earlier this month and he spent a week out on Pine Cay with his best friend, our Ben. Did I mention Wil is a photographer?
Funny, he doesn't look like a photographer...
But then nobody looks much like what they look like at home when they come here. Most of them get semi-naked right off the bat. This beach will do that to you.
So this week you get a break from my pocket camera photos of broken boat parts and views of South Side Marina at 6:45 compared to South Side Marina at 7:00. I'm going to post a fistful of Wil's photos of Pine Cay, instead. I think you'll like the photos. There are almost three dozen of them here, so I'll try to keep the chatter to a minimum. For me, that is.
Pine Cay is a special place even when compared to a lot of other special places in this little island nation. And without a doubt the best part of Pine Cay is the beach.
This is what we would consider a very typical day on Pine Cay. And a typical view of the beach. This is looking northeas toward the Meridian Club and the small island of Fort St. George Cay with it's ruins and bones and fading evidence of times long ago. There are almost always clouds in the views to this direction.
And this view is to the southwest. Providenciales is six or seven miles in that direction. Not many signs of the "big city" from here. Thankfully.
This beach has been pretty much just like this for over twenty thousand years. Or it will be as soon as the tide once again washes the footprints away. I think this kind of easy solitude is pretty rare these days.
It's a fair hike from the beach house to the ocean. I measured the turns and dips as well as I could from Google Earth and I think the total stroll from back door to wet sand is about 300 yards. The dunes and ridges of limestone act as a buffer during storm surges.
Polly and I don't get out to Pine Cay much any more. We have our hands full three islands over. Seeing these photos reminds me of that first summer we were here. We spent months staying here in this cottage, rebuilding this walkway and that deck on the left. I'm glad to see it's still standing. One never knows in a place like this. This land is hard on lumber.
If one takes the path off the end of the boardwalk, eventually they reach a small hut just on the sand dunes overlooking the beach. Sometimes we carry beach chairs down. And a cooler. It's also a nice place to string up a hammock or two.
Of course that means it all has to be carried back again, at the end of the day. Or not. It'll still be there in the morning. I think I once left a beach float under there for six months.
I mentioned son Ben earlier. He and Wil have been best friends since they met in school almost a decade ago. Here's the handsome devil himself on that same deck.
Oh, wait. That's the wrong side of him. Lets look at another view. Ben sitting in the only form of transportation on Pine Cay with wheels. Electric golf carts.
And he doesn't normally look like this. He was making a face. I hope.
No automobile traffic here. I'm not sure the main highway would be able to handle much of it anyhow. This is the route from the beach house to the Meridian Club. Typical Pine Cay traffic jam.
And it's not going to stretch anyone's navigational capabilities to get to the club. One drives one's cart along until one sees a small sign with an arrow pointing to the left and the cryptic letters spelling out "club". Good clue.
We learned the hard way, with this very anchor. Now when we find something really special on the bottom of the ocean, we look at it and maybe photograph it, but we leave it in place. And you may have noticed that we no longer talk about things we find underwater when on the internet. The airplane wing full of lobsters taught me that one. Some secrets stay best if kept secret.
One of the reasons there aren't any photos of the Meridian Club restaurant and bar here is because Ben and Wil were roughing it while on the island. That meant cooking for themselves, with provisions they brought and some they found.
It's not difficult to find coconuts here. It can be a bit more of an operation to open them up sometimes. And it obviously can leave a bit of a mess.
The results are worth it, though.
Pine Cay is one of those places that makes you just want to walk the beach. Every day. Here are some more of the images Wil recorded during the week they were living like Robinson Crusoe. I hope you like sunsets. This is quite a collection.
From up on the rock ledge at Water Cay. And it's high tide.
You can walk for several miles down the beach at low tide, on the packed wet sand between the water and the weathered rock ledge. But if you allow yourself to be caught by the tide, you suddenly find yourself running out of sand. Then the path home gets a lot more complicated. Especially if you're barefoot.
This is one of my favorites.
At first I wasn't sure why he took this photo, as it looks like just another ho-hum view of a near perfect beach on a nice day.
But then I spotted the two people walking about a half a mile down the sand. Must have been the weekend crowd. I think it's telling that after several days walking this beach, Wil thought the distant view of two other humans was worth a photo. That might tell you something about this place.
Some people just have a good eye for composition, don't they.
These photos are cut way down to load easy and fit on this blog. If you see any you especially like, just right click on the photo and it will take you to the Picasa page where these are stored. Then you can zoom in and out all you like.
These guys must have gotten a good sunset every night they were on the island. It's almost enough to make one jealous.
Here is another view of the rocks and cliffs of Water Cay at sunset.
That location is a nice long hike from the beach house. But this is the kind of place where you really don't mind walking home in the dark. In fact, some of us make a habit of it whenever we can arrange it. My favorite night walks here are just in ankle deep water when the surf is down. The phosphorescence around my ankles makes me smile. Been that way since the 60's.
I probably shouldn't tell you this, but gold coins have been found on the beach here by people walking along in the shallows where things collect in the rocks. Not often, but it has happened. And may be happening yet for all we know. If I found a coin here, for example, I don't think I'd divulge exactly where I found it to the world of the internet. Would you?
Another view of the trip back to the beachy part at high tide. Good thing these Colorado guys are all rock climbers.
We weren't with Ben and Wil for this trip, they had the place to themselves. So I can't say much about what they did every day while out there. But from personal experience, and these photos I can pretty much imagine it. I hope you can, too.
You can go there yourself, you know. Contact the Meridian Club. There aren't many places like this left.
At the end of the week, Ben and Wil took the Meridian Club boat back to Providenciales to spend a couple of days with us. It's hard to leave here on a nice day. It's easier when it's raining.
Once back on Providenciales we took our guests down to South Side Marina to show them our sailboat, Twisted Sheets.
We told Wil that Bob's place was a good place to get sunset photos. Well, you just know how he feels about tropical sunset photos. He brought his camera.
We took them to a couple of our usual hangouts while they were here, of course. But as is the case with tropical vacations, they all come to an end eventually. Polly snapped this photo at the Providenciales airport on the way out. Wil is headed back to Colorado. He's been getting some spectacular photos of spring in the Rocky Mountains, by the way. You can check them out at: http://www.wilclaussen.com/. Ben was on his way to Europe, furthering his education in the fine art of leaping out of airplanes. He gets some pretty good photos from 10,000 ft. too, come to think of it.
I know neither of those subjects are exactly aligned with the 2 Gringos in the Caribbean theme, but they might liven things up around here.
In the meantime, Wil took one last sunrise from our patio right before he left for the mountains. It's at the end of the post instead of the beginning. Oh well. I like it.