Go Fly a Kite

We met up with Preacher over at Frederick's place. We just met Frederick for the first time on this trip. He's building a nice vacation home on a canal in Leeward. We were all getting together for a trip over to Sandy Point on North Caicos, in Preacher's boat. We still don't have a way to launch our skiff, and Twisted Sheets is still in the yard. We continue to be "boat poor". I realize this is probably another of those times when I shouldn't be expecting much sympathy.

Preacher had his Bimini up for this trip. He should have rigged it up last week when we watched the ocean eat his favorite hat. No kidding.

This unexpected trip to North started mid week when Preacher called La Gringa's cell phone. He calls her number because he knows that I never carry mine. I never carry mine, because nobody ever calls me. Nobody ever calls me because they know I don't carry the phone. See how well this is working? Preacher wanted to know if we were up for a trip over to North Caicos on the weekend. J.R. Delancy (aka Froggy) over in Bottle Creek had called and mentioned that he was competing in a kite flying contest. We're very interested in kites for reasons that will become clear in the next month, and we saw a chance to check out the current state of kite building technology in Bottle Creek.

A day of flying kites on the beautiful, open, windswept beaches of North Caicos?(Have you seen these beaches?) A rare chance to step away from the polyglot microcity that Providenciales is fast becoming? A day with friends for a bit of culturally undiluted Turks and Caicos Islands country side life? An event not yet sponsored by the resorts and cell phone providers, with all that that entails? Oh heck yeah. Well, one of us leapt with no further preamble. The other two ambled along with his gambol.

And once again we were treated to the rare and exhilarating experience of Preacher Stubbs running that panga of his over water so skinny that birds wade in it. Small birds. With short legs. Sadly, it was a cloudy day with the atmosphere apparently not in the mood for good photography. We had intermittent rain all day. Rain makes for some interesting scenarios when kids are competing with home made paper kites. The good news is that it was windy. Or at least I think that's good news. Unless you're competing with a wet paper kite, I suppose.

I've explained before that Preacher likes to go fast over really shallow water. Real fast. Real shallow. If something blows out of the boat it's gone. While he could certainly turn the boat around and go back to that spot, he can't stop the boat to pick anything up. We'd be aground if he stopped and let the boat come off plane. Last year La Gringa lost her favorite and probably irreplaceable "Got Rum?" hat from Salt Cay while he was demonstrating an exciting boating technique of using only the humped thickness of a breaking wave to drive diagonally over a sandbar off of Fort George Cay that was covered with just enough ocean to soak a paper towel.

While thinking about Preacher's ballcapniverous boat ,I realized that we shot a lot of GoPro footage on these last few trips and have one of these situations on video. We haven't done anything with those videos because we continue to wrestle with image quality. We're learning that there are some tricks to making the videos look good. It's starting to look like our little laptops don't have the horsepower to do a lot of video work. I knew that I could probably pull some informative stills shots from this one, though. So these next couple images are actually from the previous trip when Preacher was cooking conch and grits for us on Pine Cay.

This next one should show you how shallow the water is. If you squint your eyes just right, you can see the little individual blades of eel grass on the bottom. This water is only about 8-10 inches deep. Which is about what the boat draws at rest. To that hull depth we have to add another few inches for the prop and skeg. We absolutely have to stay up planing on the top of the water. The image is blurry due to a combination of low light and platform motion. The platform was doing about 40 mph at the time.

And this.... this is that very moment in time when Preacher's fingers reacted to that sudden feeling of light headiness as they reached for the favorite brim that, alas, is no longer of this boat. A classic case of being a second too late. Sad to see the reflexes starting to go. (He's going to get me for that.)

It didn't seem that the hat blew away. It was more a case of the hat lifting up and staying there while Preacher's head kept going, and.. a nudder one bite 'de doost.

When I showed that frame to La Gringa, she said that we should at least post that little snippet of it for you.  So, with apologies for the quality, here 'tis:



Watching that clip made me realize that I might have discovered small but positive effect of decades of gunfire, diving, and loud music. I seem to have become somewhat of a lip reader. And now I'm hoping that none of you guys are.

If you go back up to that photo taken this week, you can see the effect that the Bimini top is having. His head is in a bubble that kept his hat from blowing off. The temptation to play with words here is enormous, but I am not going to come out with any air headed comments. Bubble isn't the worst-headed thing I could think of. I was watching the tension on the straps that hold the top on. It surprised me to see how much lift that top produces at about 40 mph. I wonder if anyone has tried building a tube and canvas Bimini top with the cross section of a low speed, high lift wing. Would that provide enough lift to pick a small boat up for a ride right at the water surface at speed, leaving only the keel and propeller in the water? I've been reading about WIG boats but I think this is a different idea. I don't want a boat flying separate from the water, but a way to zip over shallows. It might be fun to try some experiments with that little skiff of ours.

We left the canal and motored through Leeward headed for the Caicos Bank. The wind was only blowing about 15 mph, and there were two meter waves crashing on the reef side. Did you notice how I mixed my measures there, miles and meters? Ah, this international living is starting to rub off. Or maybe it's the sand causing the blisters. Hard to tell sometimes. One of the nice things about islands is that you can always find a lee side with smoother water.

We had a fairly uneventful trip over. Nobody lost anything but a little time well spent.

Heading into the cut between Parrot Cay and North Caicos' Sandy Point marina we saw that the rough weather offshore wasn't hampering these ladies and their guide. That's a flats boat, normally used for bonefishing, but it looks to me like they're using spinning reels instead of fly rods. Could be fishing for a number of things.

We've never been to the resort on Parrot Cay, although I'll confess to trespassing on their more remote beaches a few times. It's technically not trespassing below the high water line from a legal standpoint. And in that spirit, we're likely to technically untrespass some more. There are no beaches on this side, however. It's rocky ledges and mangroves. This is a view of some of the buildings scattered around this end of the Cay.

For some reason this photo reminds me of some Cape Cod vistas that I'm familiar with. If someone told me that this was taken in Waquoit Bay Massachusetts, I'd believe it until I saw that water. You'd have to distill the New England coast all the way out to Nantucket to get the water that clear. And you know how they feel about things like that up there.

This next one, on the other hand, is definitely a local image. La Gringa wore her best hat for the trip. We pulled out all the stops, I tell ya! New hat, clean shirt, shoes.... we even discussed shampooing the dog. And we would have buffed that little booger up, too, except he overheard us discussing it and did his Jack (Russell) Kerouc number.

I've written enough about the scene at Sandy Point that I don't need to repeat it. Froggy was not there waiting for us this time and Preacher gave him a call. He was home and working on his kites but came out to pick us up at the marina. He took us back to his house in Bottle Creek. This is the first time we've been back since my embarrassing incident at J.R.'s birthday party a couple years back. And unfortunately for me nobody seems to have forgotten. I think I might have the record for the whitest butt ever spotted in Bottle Creek. I'm just lucky these people aren't whalers.

We immediately noticed that Froggy has been doing some home construction work since our last visit to his home. He built himself a Bottle Creek man cave, complete with a nice shady porch. This gave me some immediate ideas for our place on Provo. I have just the spot in mind.

He gave us a quick tour of the inside.  It's filled with musical equipment. He's got a keyboard, guitars, amplifiers, mixers, CD's, and, oddly enough, a number of trophies for........ kites.

Those walls and shiny CDs make me think that there might be a mirrored ball and bright pencil beamed light around here somewhere, too. Preacher tells us that Froggy has been in a variety of local bands and he used to play at the Meridian Club on Pine Cay. He was kind enough to give us a copy of his oldy Goodies CD.

One of those songs I know, of course, and the rest are some original compositions by the artist himself. But I like MY photo of Froggy better than the one on the CD. Maybe because it’s got me and Preacher in it, too.

Now I'm wondering if he has a distorted view of us.  Is that paranoia?  And should THAT worry me, too?

J.R. was trying to be polite but also telling us he needs to finish this kite before the contest starts. He’s cutting the letters out of paper and gluing them to the kite. This ain’t no Magic Marker paint job here, bubba. He tossed us the keys to his truck and told us to take a hike. Or words to that effect. Take a hike. Fly a kite. Tossed us the keys. This reminds me of a seminar I once endured. This day is actually shaping up pretty well.

So we drove for a little tour around Bottle Creek to give Froggy time to finish the lettering on his kite. We wanted to stop by the Bottle Creek Lodge to see if the owner was around. He wasn’t but we took a quick look at the beach there. Quiet day on Bottle Creek.

Jay had a small dock here before the storms in ’08. That’s one of the aspects of big storms that people tend to not think much about unless they’re directly affected. The storms are big news while they’re happening, and then there’s a story in the aftermath. And then something else catches the world’s attention and the light and scrutiny of the media  moves on to someplace else.  An experience of such magnitude that it has changed you forever goes through a change of it's own. You coast along for a while before you realize that this intense portion of your life has made the transition from today’s news to last year’s history. For most of the world, these little local island tragedies becomes like someone else's memory. Insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I guess it's easier to see the big picture when it doesn't look like the middle of a bullseye surrounding you. The damage that Hanna and Ike did almost five years ago is far from healed across these little islands.  And we had it mild compared to what happens almost yearly to Haiti.  I'm knocking wood here.   Excuse me, Mr. Wood Sprite.

Here's a small, but representative example of what I mean. There was once a nice little dock here. In a scenario repeated hundreds of times across the islands...it's gone.

I think that if it were my place, I’d probably put some kind of small floating dock  in here next time around. Something that could be hauled ashore and pegged down solid. We worried about those clouds and their intentions in light of our purpose in being here. Was it Charlie Brown who had issues with a kite-eating tree?

Within a few minutes after we reached the beach Preacher’s phone rang and it was J.R. His kites were finished and it was time to head up to Horsestable Beach. He said kites,plural. He built three of them for this contest. The big one, Miss Pine Cay, is of course the heavy guns. He also brought along a mid size kite and a little one.

People continued to arrive throughout the rest of the morning. We walked around to the beach side of the pavilion. It was quiet out there. Too quiet. We've seen those stories, we went looking for the natives.

And we found them.

They were inside the big shelter working on their kites.

There was paper, and glue, and sticks. There was string, and stuff to make tails.

The competition was starting to show up.Outside in the parking lot, J.R. was setting up his kite bridles, pretty much perzactly. That’s the impression I got from watching the kite master at work, as a logical combination of precisely and exactly when hyperbole and redundancy are the goal.

Not everybody was interested in having the biggest kite. This was one of those times when size didn't matter because t here were also prizes to be awarded for the smallest kite. The prettiest kite. Best company kite. Most colorful kite. As many of you other old kite fliers can probably tell by looking, many of these small kites really didn’t have much chance of actually flying very well. Diamond kites typically need some bow, and a bridle, and a long tail is not uncommon for stability. But who was going to tell these kids their kites wouldn’t work? Not me. We told them how pretty they were. And what a good job they were doing.

We moved outside to watch the judging during a nice break in the clouds. And found that the three "kids" we came with were about to launch Miss Pine Cay.

J.R.’s pseudonymous mid-sized kite was flying perfectly. I held on to it for a while. Then we just tied it to an exposed water pipe and let it ride. An American Kestrel was checking it out. Yes, that's a real bird and not a kite. On the left, I meant. The free one with no strings attached.

And J.R. ‘s dreadnoughtess Miss Pine Cay wasn’t getting through unscathed. It’s a heavy kite. I asked him about the design, and he explained to me as sort of a flying W shape of his own design. It’s a rigid frame with no springy bamboo type things to absorb impacts. So what does absorb impacts is the frame. Fortunately Froggy came prepared with glue and paper and everything he needed to make repairs on the fly, as it were. Or maybe repairs between the flies would be more accurate.

Frederick picked it up pretty fast, and soon he was making repairs right along with J.R. Every little trim change that didn’t work right caused an impact with the ground. This, as you know, is probably one of the leading causes of damage to aircraft of all kinds. So it was re-trim, launch, crash, patch, re-trim, launch, crash…well you get the picture. I never realized that amateur paper kite flying required a pit crew.

While J.R., Freddie and Preacher were  patching, crashing and bashing, La Gringa and I took a little side trip next door. This is the location of a small resort facility that was under construction when we first came here to Whitby several years ago, called the St. Charles. I don’t recall the exact nature of the advertising claims, but it looks like a condo development. And a nice one. And it apparently was completed. For the most part. It’s sad to see it abandoned and falling to ruin.

The main pool looks like it would be really nice if it was filled up with clear, clean water and surrounded by waiters carrying anything from the rum or tequila families. That’s not the case here.

The pool side bar wasn't open.   And didn't appear to have been serving anyone for quite a while. Those in-water bar stools are looking pretty rough, too.

The design and even the workmanship of the outdoor pool area looked pretty good. I’m sure at least one of our readers here in the TCI will know what the story is on this development. Perhaps they’ll write and summarize the issues. I know I’m interested in what happened. This is a beautiful setup on a beautiful beach. It doesn't look too far gone to recover. What happened?

I asked Dooley the Disgusted if he wanted me to throw a stick in the pool so that he could use that as an excuse to jump in and fetch it. He didn’t show any of his traditional signs of enthusiasm when swimming is offered.

We didn’t try to look into the building at all, so can’t really say much about the interior state. We did see that plywood had been nailed over the lower, accessible sliding glass windows. We headed on back over to the kite contest next door where things were a lot more lively.

Froggy’s Bottle Creek team were still fine tuning the big kite. All they had to do was get it up into the air flying while the judges were witnessing it to qualify for biggest kite. It’s looking like Miss Pine Cay could also be known as Patches, for short. Check out that ball of twine.

You can also get a good view of J.R.s Flying W frame design there, in the photo above. If you’re a kite enthusiast interested in that kind of thing. It sort of reminds me of a Delta-Cornyne design, in some ways. You might interrupt me at this point to ask “WELL? Did it FLY?” Yes. It surely did.

We didn't think to ask their names, but these were the distinguished judges for this event. One of whom would have appreciated a bigger event t-shirt in his size. Being a judge and all.

I suppose he could use it as a bib. There was some delicious food being cooked up inside. We had conch fritters and cheeseburgers.

I don’t recall ever seeing a palm frond kite before. It flew, too, after a fashion.Perhaps anything can fly with enough wind and a properly designed tail.

We noticed that the judges seemed to be getting into the proper spirit of the event, being draftees and all. They took an interest in each kite in the cosmetic categories.

I would assume that they personally knew most if not all of the contestants. And would probably also be related to some of them. This is a pretty small community.  Finally, the crowd gathered as the judges started compiling their decisions.

I was thinking about that, and it occurred to me how very delicate something as simple as judging a contest could be when you're related to all the players. These effects of extended family relationships permeate most facets of TCI life for the people born here.

Of one thing there was no doubt, Froggy won the trophy for biggest kite. The Miss Pine Cay lumbered into the air looking like the battle scarred veteran of a dozen aerial combats, but it was enough.

He also took second place for the smallest kite. I think they should have also had a category for best flying kite, too. He would have won that one with this mid size. It was rock solid all day long.

I think this photo La Gringa took of two old beach bums pretty much summarizes the weather. It was a bit stormy. But what a relaxing way to spend the day.

Except for Preacher's boat handling. Relaxing is not one of the words in that description. He zipped us back over to Provo via a circuitous route because it was low tide and the shortest route was blocked by water even too shallow for Mr. Stubbs and his magic carpet. We were passing some of the new sand bars dredged up when the Dellis Cay fiasco was being developed. I noticed that the very first substantial vegetation to stabilize the new land is Casuarinas trees.

These trees grow fast. It was a bit strange for me to see land and trees where I was accustomed to seeing open water just five years ago.

J.R.'s wife, Henny was kind enough to send us home with some island sweet potatoes to try. They looked like this.

They have a wonderful taste that reminded me of a cross between a small red potato and a full sized sweet potato. I wonder if such a hybrid has developed on North Caicos.

I wanted to post these photos before they were too dated. We've already got some plans for the next post, and some more DIY and camera experiments to show you. Dooley has been very supportive in letting me fit him with various video camera attachment ideas. I think I'm on the right track there. The dog must be supportive, he's been constantly underfoot in the shop lately.

I suspect part of the reason he was napping in the garage was that he got a special treat for lunch that day. I had a plastic peanut butter jar that I wanted to clean out. I needed to use it to store some small parts in the workshop. I was just about to drop it into the dishwasher when I saw the look in Dooley's eyes...so I though "why not?"..

So if you ever want to spend an hour watching free entertainment and clean out a peanut butter jar at the same time, I recommend giving it to your dog. It's amazing how far they can reach. Make that two hours.

I had a few more things planned for this post, including a pretty cool looking time lapse sequence sunrise.  Plans get interrupted, however, and we were called away very suddenly due to a family emergency situation in the USA. Once again we got to experience an unexpected snow storm, with about 10" of snow falling on us in Boulder.   We thrilled to the joy of scraping snow off a rental car while wearing sandals.  We got out of Denver, and landed in Miami yesterday.... only to experience the biggest computer shutdown American Airlines ever had. We are still in Miami 24 hours later, and I am writing this in the Miami Airport. Rather than delay this any further I decided to go ahead and post it without any further embellishments.

But we do have some fun new stuff planned for the next one. You know we always come back from the USA with new camera toys.

A Lazy Pine Cay Weekend for Dooley and the Boys

I hope you guys are ready for a long post with a lot of photos. This will be a little different from our recent stuff. This one is not about a beach combing trip to West. Oh we've been back to our favorite shopping beach since the last post. And yes we took lots of photographs, as usual. And found some more neat stuff. But I'm not going to post those here today. I'm also not going to post photos of our little sailing Hobie Tandem Island, or of our skiff, or of Dooley the Delusional dangling dangerously during daily dalliances devoid of dubious distinction, direction, or duration, dang it. And we've got some of those images too. But nope. This post is all about a quiet weekend out on Pine Cay.

But first I want to start with one of La Gringa's sunrise photos from here at the house on Providenciales.  I didn't manage to get one on Pine Cay.  I think I slept through them.  It's easy to do out there.   But once again La Gringa saved my posterior.



You might also see some differences in the photos themselves, although I am trying to minimize that aspect of it. This is because I'm now using a completely different camera than the main one that I've using the past two years. My little Pentax Optio W-80 finally quit on me. I do want to point out that, unlike the two failed Olympus cameras, the Pentax didn't fail due to leakage. I sat on it in my pocket while hopping aboard the kayak, and flexed the display. They don't flex.  It's really not intuitive enough to work through all the menus and functions without a display.    I really liked that camera. I considered just buying another one. They're not hugely expensive, as pocket digital cameras go. But then I started reading about this new Nikon AW100, and decided to see what they've come up with for a ruggedized, waterproof, dust proof, shock resistant pocket digital. All of the photos in this post. except for La Gringa's sunrise above, were taken with the new camera. Before I read the operations manual. Of course. That's how us guys do it. If you're one of us guys, or know one of us guys, you know what us guys I'm referring to here. The ones that don't read manuals or ask for directions. I think it's genetic.

And the new camera is not the only change here. We just made another trip to the USA. We spent at least a day or more in Miami, New Jersey, Fort Worth, and a small town just north of Houston. On this trip my trusty laptop computer started behaving strangely. I guess it didn't like all the travel, as we walked miles through various airports and all over downtown Fort Worth, Texas. So, anticipating further problems and already witnessing a familiar downward spiral in the trusty old Dell, I bought a new laptop in the States. It made financial sense while we were in the land of the Big Box discounted electronics, computer, camera, and huge-aisles-of-candy-at-the-checkout-counter(WHY?) stores. We've been averaging about a computer a year since we moved to the Turks and Caicos. The Dell had almost three years on it. Half the audio was gone. I had to unplug the mouse to boot it up. The video board was getting amazingly hot.  I started to get the feeling that maybe it was feeling depressed and suicidal about falling apart and becoming obsolete. It was time to retire it.  It's in Fort Worth at the moment.

With a new camera and new computer, my whole little photograph taking, recording, processing, and posting world changed. The new laptop is an ASUS thing that is about as thick as poster board without fans or a hard drive motor and so light that I have to watch carefully to keep the wind from grabbing it when my back is turned. It's a joy to lug around airports in a backpack. But it's all different, and has a whole hat full of new tricks for an old dog to learn. In addition to the camera's greatly expanded capabilities I had to learn a new version of Windows, a new version of Corel Paintshop, Google Chrome, a different email program, word processor and a bunch of other stuff. This post took me twice as long to put together as they usually take. But I'm learning. Arf. 
(note: as we were about to publish this, we also found out Google has changed the Blogger interface again.  But La Gringa figured it out, or I would still be staring at it.  She gets the credit for figuring out the changes, but there's no way I'm going to compare her talents to anything including old dogs,
or tricks.)

Oh, and one more thing that generated this post about a lazy weekend is that I accidentally managed to punch a fairly respectable new hole in my leg with a piece of rusty iron. A fairly deep one.  One of those kind that makes you  suddenly light headed when you first look into it before the leakage fills it up.  After the doctor stitched it up and gave me a tetanus inoculation, I was told to keep the leg elevated and eat these huge antibiotic pills and small codeine pills and STAY OFF OF IT!. I am not even going to describe the look I got when I asked about swimming and boating.

So, on to the story itself.

Here's Dooley the Disgusted and I waiting at the Leeward Marina for the Meridian club boat to come take 4.1 of us out to Pine Cay for a long R&R weekend.



As you can see, Dooley used some of the down time to practice various dance steps and evasive maneuvers, until he ran out of space and rope. I guess idle paws are the devil's workshop.



We had an occasion to celebrate, as it was my eldest stepson's 25th birthday. It was also a good way to keep me out of the workshop and away from our boats for a few days. Oh, by the way, I am not going to put any DIY stuff in this post, either. I've got a bunch of it, of course, but when I uploaded all of these photos I realized that this was already a pretty big post, and I know it slows down the loading on some people's computers. So I had to do a lot of cutting, and the DIY got cut. For now. Kinda like my leg. And I also decided to spare you the photos of the actual puncture wound itself.( It's pretty ugly, but if anyone wants to see it drop us an email.)

And all excuses aside, we just wanted a nice weekend on Pine Cay. We stayed out there a lot during our first couple of years here in the islands. Since we finished (a relative term) the house four years ago, we just never seem to have the time to go out there. Weekends are always getting taken up with home maintenance and beach combing, sailing, etc.

Pine Cay is a magical place. It's almost impossible to explain it in still photographs. It's something that really needs to be experienced. And it takes people from cities at least 48 hours to just decompress to real Island Time the first couple of visits. We see that with newcomers all the time. They are all geared up with a list of activities, and it's all GO GO GO!! Do It All NOW! For a day or two. Then the place gradually winds you down, and wins you over. Shoes disappear. Wrist watches and computers and cell phones go next. Its a great thing to watch. People who stay on Pine Cay a week return to Provo in a different skin. It gets easier with practice.

So easy in fact that some people make the change to Island Time at 'warp speed' on the boat ride over.



This technique should be approached with some caution, however. People who adjust to time changes between islands at warp speed have also been known to explode into reggae on a ukulele.



Not as serious as a full-on spontaneous combustion, but startling just the same. In a pleasant way, of course.

I didn't bother posting all our photos of the boat trip over. I'm taking a break from boat trip photos. And one of the differences about Pine Cay is that there are no automobiles on the island. The only things with wheels there are electric golf carts (no gasoline motors) and bicycles. This is our limo for the next few days:



Of course as soon as someone invents an electric golf cart, someone else is going to come up with a fancier one. And there are a few of those scattered around the Cay, too. These are parked at the marina, waiting for their owners to arrive by boat, like we just did.



Those are Meridian Club/Pine Cay staff members, and friends of ours too, by the way. That's Raymond and J.R. (Froggy), who are two of the top dogs running the busy little marina and boat operations for homeowners and guests.

Maybe I should explain a little bit of how Pine Cay operates. The island is privately owned by a group of people ("homeowners") who have private vacation homes on the island. There is a yearly membership fee for being one of these homeowners, and it's substantial. There are about 35 of these homeowner families with houses here. The Homeowners got together many years ago and decided that they would like to have a restaurant, bar, swimming pool, commissary, etc. and staff to keep things up and operate the island. Rather than raise the already substantial membership dues even more, they decided to get into the mini resort business. Thus was born the Meridian Club. It's a nice little all-inclusive hotel setup, with a dozen nice rooms, a great restaurant, two bars (indoor and outdoor/poolside) and all kinds of vacation things for guests to do. There are bicycles, kayaks, tennis, snorkel trips, fishing trips.... and more stuff that I can't even remember right now. There is staff on the island full time. A marina, an airstrip, security, maid service, and it's for the use of paying hotel guests as well as the dues paying homeowners. This arrangement has been working for some time now. If you have more interest or questions about the Meridian Club, there's a link to it on the right side of this blog under Turks and Caicos links.  It's a small, quiet, romantic, all inclusive resort on a privately owned tropical island with one of the best beaches on earth.    And with one of the best staffs.

Okay, back to the story. I was talking about golf carts. And we see more variations on the basic electric golf cart every time we come out here. This is Ube (or Ubie, I'm not sure) who is in charge of the "buggy shop". He and his assistants are responsible for upkeep and repairs on the islands "motor pool". He stopped to talk to us one day, while he was taking one of the homeowners carts down to the shop for whatever it needed done. We didn't get into that. We were talking about more important things, as I recall. Judging from Ube's expression and gestures here, I think this was the part about fishing...



In addition to newer and fancier golf carts we noticed a number of other improvements on the Cay since the last time we spent a few days here. If you read this older posts, you'll eventually come across the little writeup I once did on the Volga hydrofoil boat that was left in the bushes at the marina for many years. That post is from July of 2007! Look in that post for the section on Russian Hydrofoils.

Well the battered old hydrofoil sure looks better in it's new setting at the marina. We're glad to see it.



The aluminum is in pretty marginal shape, but the stainless steel hydrofoils and bronze rudder are almost like new. This thing had a relatively small motor, and a V-drive transmission originally. Part of the v-drive is still in the boat.



We've also noticed a few new plaques and signs around the island. There are some new ones out at the "Aquarium" and here's one on the hydrofoil:



This had to have been some pretty exciting trips to South Caicos back in the day. Can you imagine zipping over coral heads at 60 mph in this, not daring to back off the throttle even for a moment to think or pick your path through them?



Now about this next photo, I have absolutely no idea what this canoe is about, who did this to it, or why they did it. But I have a feeling Bob Ballard hasn't found it yet.



Once we get clear of the marina we typically let Dooley the Delighted loose. He has a memory an elephant would admire. Even though he hasn't been here in maybe six months to a year, he knows that he can run the roads of Pine Cay ahead of the golf cart. And run them he does.

He's not quite what he was six years ago, and no longer runs from one end of this 800 acre island to the other, but he's still good for a  part of it. I think I remember an old saying that I once heard or read that might apply here. It goes 'I'm not ever going to be as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was'. When Dooley leaps off the cart and goes racing down the road like a pint-size greyhound on helium and steroids, I can only guess what kind of things are running through that smart little cranium. Deep  thoughts, no doubt...



When he was about three years old he would happily run ahead of the cart for hours. One day I took the golf cart and a GPS receiver and just drove around the island, letting Dooley run ahead of me until he finally got exhausted and climbed on the cart for a rest. I took the GPS data, and added about 30% to the distance. This was because while I was driving the cart straight down the roads, Dooley the Dervish was dashing demonically back and forth, with random excursions deep into the bushes in pursuit of unorganized organisms both real and imagined. 30% was probably very conservative but even with that I calculated that he had run roughly 16 miles that morning. No kidding. Then he took a nap, had lunch and a swim, and was ready for more. Day after day. He was an alert little bundle of muscle. He's still pretty alert...

For those who would like to fly their own aircraft to Pine Cay, or take one of the commercial charter services from the Provo airport, the club maintains a nice paved airstrip with pilot controlled lighting.



And it's nice to see the arrival and departure lounge is still in operation. If you can make out the wooden structure with two handles on it between the thatch palm tiki.. uh, arrival area, and the little shed, that's the movie screen for the Wednesday night outdoor movies shown. That's when the airport lounge becomes the Sand Dollar Cinema. Imagine sitting in your golf cart with snacks and drinks watching a movie under the tropical moon... not too shabby.



Dooley would like for me to tell you that he heartily endorses the beach here. It's one of the nicest beaches in the whole hemisphere. A lot like Grace Bay was thirty years ago, before someone started stacking bricks on it. Not that Grace Bay is bad, because it isn't. But notice that the only footprints on this one are Dooley's. It was like that for a half mile in each direction. Always is.



Once we get to the house, he's out on the wooden deck that La Gringa and I rebuilt back when we were newlyweds. Nice to see it's still standing. You might wonder what he's searching for so intently. More on that in a few minutes, if you haven't already guessed. If you follow Dooley's adventures you probably already know that look.



I was hoping for some good sunset photos from this trip, and it's usually a good bet to get them at Pine Cay. I was playing around with the settings on the new camera, but all I could come up with for our first night there was another average one.



That is not a photo quality I would be proud of, and I'm not. It's blurred and grainy. I did notice, however, that this little Nikon does a much better job in low light than either the Pentax or Olympus cameras we have been using. That image was taken hand held (no tripod), on max zoom, with very fading light. The other cameras would not have done this well. And now that I've surreptitiously read part of the operations manual, I realize this camera has a sunset mode and that I can also control ISO on it. I should be able to improve on this with some practice and familiarity.

If I didn't know that it was sunset outside, I still would have been informed that it was supper time. This is what the little booger has been doing lately when I am sitting at the computer and he wants to be fed. He wriggles and squirms and tells me the most outrageous dog starvation stories while trying to get between me and the keyboard.




Or as La Gringa points out, maybe he was trying to get to the rabbit.
The next morning as we were finishing up breakfast we noticed that Dooley the Distracted was paying an inordinate amount of attention to the front porch.



Well, that didn't take too long to figure out. If it was human, he'd be barking. If he's quiet, he's typically up to no good. Kind of like children in general. I guess he was rested up and ready to roll on another Pine Cay morning:



We don't let him chase the iguanas when we can prevent it. As fearsome as they might look, these big lizards are really gentle creatures, and totally unequipped to drag race a rested and re-fueled Jack Russell who's quicker than a stinging slap to begin with.

I snapped a photo of the old pre-1850 Admiralty anchor that La Gringa and I recovered from the briny deep a few years ago. The Pine Cay Homeowners Association asked us if we would consider letting them move it to the Club and putting it on display. We have agreed and are glad to see someone else with the resources to take care of it. In retrospect, we should have left it in the ocean. When we find iron artifacts these days, we do exactly that. I note the GPS location, and leave them in place. Iron that has been in the ocean falls apart quickly once it's exposed to oxygen. There is a whole procedure to preserve this kind of thing, and it requires a big tank, electrodes, and a lot of time. We're hoping that regular attention will preserve it for years to come.



This is the mast and wind vane in a little landscaped 'roundabout' in front of the Meridian Club. This is where the Pine Cay folks want to display the anchor. We're all for it.



Remember some pages back I said that there are a lot more signs around Pine Cay than there used to be? Here's one at that same roundabout, that I bet not many people in North America are accustomed to seeing as a driving direction.



Just on the other side of that stretch of road in front of the Meridian Club is an extreme rarity in this part of the world: a freshwater pond. This is one of several freshwater ponds on Pine Cay, and they lend some support to the local version of the Christopher Columbus story. People here are convinced that Columbus stopped at Pine Cay on his first voyage to the New World. This is one of the few islands north of Hispaniola where he could have stocked up on fresh water. Of course, without firm navigation records, and no witnesses other than a few Arawak or Taino Indians, there's no way to prove it unless someone drags up a ship's bell with "Nina" engraved on it. But who knows.... it might be out there. Some people thought the Molasses Reef wreck was the right stuff to support these stories, but again, so far nobody's been able to prove it.

We do know that Submarines sent crews ashore here during WWII to get water.



We decided to head over to the other end of the island to see if there was anything new going on down at the 'Aquarium'. This is the local name given to a spit of rock that sticks out into the water between Pine Cay and Water Cay. When the water is calm, it's easy to see fifteen or twenty feet down into the water and there are usually thousands of brightly colored fish swimming around. Hence the name.

On the way we stopped to look at a new house under construction on the Cay. This is a pretty big one by Pine Cay standards. We know nothing about who is building it, or who owns it. I'm sure we'll find out in the days and weeks to come, though.



I've mentioned that the Meridian Club maintains recreational sorts of things for guests to do here, if they get bored with the ocean. One of them is a nice tennis court. We stopped the cart for me to get out and take some photos. In the nine years that I've been visiting Pine Cay, this is the first time I've ever set foot on the tennis court. And probably the last. My knees don't do tennis. That's because they used to do football. And motorcycles. I don't do those any more, either. Sigh.   Good thing I can still grumble and moan, everyone needs a hobby.



While I was nosing around in the bushes behind the tennis court I saw this mound covered in the nicest, finest natural grass I have ever seen in these islands. I was half expecting a Leprechaun to leap out and make a break for it. But after I thought about it for a while, I've come up with a speculation. My thought is that this is the result of someone once trying to establish a natural grass tennis court here. And my suspicion is that somewhere on the seed packet, it stated that this grass likes partial to full shade. But of course I could be totally wrong. I frequently am.

For all I know it's full of Rastafarian Leprechauns.



We finally wandered down to the Aquarium. This is one of our favorite spots on Pine Cay. It's one of everyone's favorite spots here.   Some of the Meridian Club staff likes to come here  for fishing off the rocks. Since the days when we were spending a lot of time here, they've continued to improve this area for recreation. There are several club kayaks here now for use of the guests.



This is the stretch of water between Pine Cay and Water Cay. I once ran a small boat back and forth across this running a fathometer to get a little impromptu depth survey information. I found depths of 24 ft. in the middle. With another fresh water lake only a few hundred yards from this point, I have to believe that this spot has had a fair number of boat visits over the centuries. Would be fun to run a magnetometer across here a few times.



That white float is tied to a fish trap left on the bottom. Someone will be coming to check that from time to time. And Dooley went running out to the end to see what it was all about and almost fell into the water. I yelled at him to get away from the edge, before he fell in and had to swim to shore.

He acted insulted, like I didn't think he could swim or something.  Of course he obediantly pretended to listen to me until I got distracted and he could get back to exploring.   He was in the water shortly thereafter.



In addition to clearing out the underbrush, putting in the tiki hut for shade, and a nice bench on the little beach, someone has also built a nice bench to sit and watch the Caicos Banks to the south. This was one of the favorite spots of George Niponich, who is one of the original land owners here. There has long been a plaque here commemorating George's life, and now there is a new plaque that also mentions his wife Marou. We didn't know George, but we knew Marou fairly well. She had some great stories to tell about Pine Cay in the early days.   She's the one who told us the story about the Russian hydrofoil that I posted a link to up early on this page.



This is the view from the bench, looking out to the south. This would be a great spot to watch the sunrise. It's got some memories for us, of course.  Like the time I had to swim from that most distant point, to this point, towing a semi-submerged kayak. It was a sit-on-top style, and flooded between the hulls. No way to drain it without hauling it up on the beach. No way to paddle it against the wind and current with a kayak paddle. It was like trying to kayak a floating log.  This was during a storm that later became TS Rita, and then Hurricane Rita.

And La Gringa and I got stranded on the flats in an inflatable kayak at low tide one time. That was also memorable. You can just barely see the flats out there, where the sand is visible through the water. You do NOT want to be there at low tide.



And that was the same night we hauled the kayak over the beach here late in the day and had to paddle back to Provo on the ocean side in the pitch dark.   Something really big surfaced and made a noise close to us that night.  That's a curious experience, in an inflatable kayak, in the dark.  I'm sure I've told you all this stuff before.  I don't mean to keep repeating myself.  To being redundant.  To keep saying the same thing over and over......see?


We wandered over to see what these folks are doing with their boat slip construction when Dooley the Determined found something interesting in this big hunk of driftwood. I say driftwood, because this thing definitely did not grow to this size here.



That dog really gets into his work, doesn't he?



We needed a few things at the commissary, so we headed back up to the club before they closed the store. We took a walk on the beach there with the dog. The Hobies and kayaks are there for guests to use. There in the distance you can just see the upper floor of the Meridian Club. We were there later in the evening, and I'll post some photos from there later. Dooley the Digger was very interested in something someone had dropped in the sand here.   Good bet it originated in the kitchen.



This is the view from underneath that big Casuarinas tree you can see in the photo above:



We decided that this beach was just too crowded, and we moved on to a less populated stretch.



We were there for dinner to celebrate a birthday.  The staff did a great job of preparing an extremely memorable dinner for 'the birthday boy'..



This is "Bang-Bang' the bartender, doing his stuff in the upstairs bar at the Meridian Club.



Sitting outside on the upstairs veranda, there is a very pleasant view of the beach and ocean in front of the club:



I couldn't fit all this into one photograph, at the time. Since that night I have discovered that the little Nikon will automatically put together panoramic photos in either horizontal or vertical mode. But at this time, still new to it, I had to take another photo to show you the pool at night.



It's somewhat of a tradition here to meet at the upstairs veranda bar for 'sundowners'.  It's a great way to end the day, and start the evening.



The staff put out birthday balloons, and did a conga-line/junkanoo version of Happy Birthday that I sincerely wish I had filmed. But on the other hand, some things are better left undocumented.

The next day was our departure back to the hustle and bustle of the big city scene in Providenciales. You're laughing at me, aren't you. I knew it.   No sympathy in this crowd.  I bet you think tropical life is easy.  Hah.

Anyhow, on the way out we stopped to read the sign about the pine tree that gave Pine Cay its name. I thought you would like to see the creole translations on the right, for the Haitians among us.



We had had some email exchanges with the (then) new dog trainer and security officer on Pine Cay a couple of years ago. He ran across this blog while researching the Turks and Caicos, and wrote us with some questions. He also alerted us to some software problems with the blog he found. So on this trip, we finally got to meet John Patrick in person. I told him we'd put his photo on the blog.



I also have to get one of those t-shirts. On the back it says "Pirates of Pine Cay".

I said I wasn't going to put any boat photos on this post but I wanted to show you the boat that the Meridian Club normally uses to transport people and luggage back and forth to Provo. The "Miss Meridian II" is way ahead of the old "Miss Meridian" that we were accustomed to back when we first moved here. And with 500 horsepower on the back, it's a fun ride.



And that's' pretty much it for a too-short, long weekend. If you want more info on Pine Cay, and the Meridian Club, there are click-able links in the right column way back up near the top of this blog. There are also links to some of the other vacation resorts here in the TCI, if you think you might want to check them out.

So I'll close this post with a photo of a Pine Cay sunset from the upstairs bar. All in all, a pretty nice place to be, unless you need bright lights and a shopping mall to be happy.