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Long Island Revisited

15 February 2010

in Bahamas

Deans Blue Hole (Bahamas Min­istry of Tourism)

2-6 Feb­ru­ary 2010— Four days of bicy­cling and tour­ing Long Island, Bahamas with Arring­ton McCardy and John Birtzen, while Bar­bara Lang­worth drove the SAG wagon (sports & gear)–a clapped out, righthand-drive Mit­subishi wagon that didn’t let us down. We stayed at Arrington’s cousin Marvin’s “Bistro Gar­den” at Deadman’s Cay, a lit­tle B&B with nice accom­mo­da­tions if occa­sion­ally spotty on hot water. Deli­cious omelettes or Bahamian grits and what­ever (includ­ing sar­dines, if you insist) for break­fast and our choice for din­ner. We opted for grouper, seafood pasta, one night out (our anniver­sary; mut­ton and steak at Har­bour View in Clarence Town) and more of Marvin’s wife’s seafood pasta Sat­ur­day night, made with gar­lic and oil and piles of craw­fish and conch. Trans­port, accom­mo­da­tions and food cost the two of us under $800.

The Tropic  of Can­cer runs through the north­ern end of the island, so for most of the time we were in the Tor­rid Zone–and tor­rid it was. Blaz­ing heat all four days, and we were beat at the end of each day, sleep­ing ten hours a night. Sat­ur­day wound up with a cold front that brought a tor­ren­tial down­pour (unfor­tu­nately it did not extend as far north as Eleuthera). Next morn­ing we flew LI-Nassau-Governor’s Har­bour via Bahama­sair, and landed in cool breezes which are with us yet. (The bikes returned a week later via the Island Link to Hatchet Bay, Eleuthera, and home. We don’t need to see a bicy­cle for a few days…)

Tues­day 2 Feb­ru­ary: Up at 4am to catch the sturdy wood-hulled Cur­rent Pride at Cur­rent, Eleuthera, four hours to Nas­sau, com­plete with the usual pea-shucking, hymn singing and non-stop chat­ter from Bahamian word­smiths. In Nas­sau, a four-hour lay­over, then the overnight Island Link to Simms, Long Island, six­teen hours. Both trips on smooth seas. Note: the first shed on the right on the dock at Potter’s Cay dis­penses large por­tions of $9 conch salad, made with live conch while you wait. Bought baked chicken for onboard din­ner. “The movie” was Meryl Streep and Alec Bald­win in “It’s Com­pli­cated” (rec­om­mended). Slept the rest of the voy­age in cozy bunks.

Wednes­day 3 Feb­ru­ary (45.5 miles): Arrived Simms, L.I. at 9am with barely enough water under the shallow-draft “Island Link” to nudge into land­ing. Mar­vin arrived with the SAG wagon for Bar­bara and we biked north twelve miles to the Adder­ley Plan­ta­tion, whose walls, hearth and win­dow open­ings mostly still stand. Local his­to­ri­ans have done a great job cleav­ing away the bush and label­ing all the sur­round­ing plants with com­mon and Latin names and list­ing their prop­er­ties as bush med­i­cine. Adder­ley began in 1790 and is still in the hands of descen­dants, who hope to keep the remains as they are for his­tory. Back down to Deadman’s Cay in the after­noon against a stiff head­wind blow­ing unnat­u­rally from the south. Only one pot­cake encounter, and we out­ran the mutt.

Thurs­day 4 Feb­ru­ary (43 miles): Long Island is much flat­ter than Eleuthera, a lot less traf­fic, only 4000 pop­u­la­tion, less spec­tac­u­lar scenery but far more hand­some archi­tec­ture, espe­cially churches. Not as much scenic vis­tas or shore­line vis­i­ble from the road, but very friendly locals. We rode south to Dun­mores, look­ing for another plan­ta­tion lost in the bush, then back to Clarence Town, the “cap­i­tal.” After lunch, we swam in Dean’s Blue Hole, a giant fun­nel, the deep­est blue hole in the world, with sap­phire blue water in the mid­dle. It goes down 663 feet in the mid­dle of a shal­low cove no more than wad­ing depth.

Hamil­tons Cave

Fri­day 5 Feb­ru­ary (15 miles): A morn­ing trip to the Blue Hole, of which we couldn’t get enough. Found many tellin shells unscathed by the surf, includ­ing rare sun­rise tellins. Back to Deadman’s, then rode south to Hamil­tons, about seven miles away, to meet Leonard Cartwright for a guided tour of Hamil­tons cave, which is on his prop­erty. This is three times the size of our own Hatchet Bay cave and vir­tu­ally with­out graf­fiti or other human destruc­tion, unlike ours—incidentally, this is true of Long Island gen­er­ally. Peo­ple take more pride in their houses, how­ever hum­ble. The cave must have been a walk-in condo for the Arawak Indi­ans, with huge gal­leries and “ceil­ing holes” open to the sky, giv­ing plenty of light and ways for fire smoke to exit. There’s a fresh­wa­ter spring, spec­tac­u­lar sta­lac­tites, and some sta­lag­mites have formed benches and tables. See pho­tos on the Long Island web­site.

Sat 6 Feb (20 miles): Arring­ton vis­ited a friend up north while John, Bar­bara and I stowed bikes in the car and rode to the end of the island. A stiff south­west­ern wind was blow­ing across the beach, and it was too early for Susan­nah Mar­t­in­bor­ough, an island char­ac­ter, to open the “Goat Pond Bar.” We  drove back to aptly-named Hard Bar­gain; while Bar­bara found another cave, we unloaded the bikes and pow­ered north, think­ing we’d have the wind behind us. What we got was the wind off our left flank, grad­u­ally work­ing around until it was in our face again. No nasty pot­cakes this time. What kept us going was the prospect of another help­ing of conch salad, which we’d had the day before, from road­side ven­dor, Sean Cartwright, who uses all the right stuff: live conch, green pep­pers, onions, toma­toes, goat pep­pers for zest, sour and sweet orange and lime juice, $10 for a big foam bowl. Just superb.  We logged 125 miles slow­ing down from last year’s pace, mak­ing more time to take in the sights. Still we didn’t do all we wanted to do, like explor­ing the cause­way and outer banks road on the east­ern side.

Click here for last year’s visit.


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Langworth, Birtzen, McCardy leaving "Island Link" to bicycle Long Island.

Lang­worth, Birtzen, McCardy leav­ing "Island Link" to bicy­cle Long Island.

Most peo­ple travel to and from my home island of Eleuthera is via Nas­sau or Florida. Neigh­bour­ing islands on the Bahamas “outer banks”—Cat Island and Long Island—seem to fall under the old adage: “You can’t get there from here.” Actu­ally you can—with an expen­sive char­ter flight or boat—but it’s sim­pler to go via Nassau.

Thus three mem­bers of the “Eleuthera Long Rid­ers” bicy­cle club, John Birzten of Governor’s Har­bour, Arring­ton McCardy from Hatchet Bay, and this writer from Rain­bow Bay—arrived to cycle Long Island on Jan­u­ary 21st-23rd.

Trav­el­ing “tra­di­tional,” we used mostly mail­boats. The Cur­rent Pride is a micro­cosm of the old Bahamas, laden with pro­duce (this really is a “banana boat”) and Eleuther­ans head­ing for the big city. You can’t pay for the enter­tain­ment you get free. One gent spent the entire voy­age singing and shuck­ing peas; another trolled part of the way and hooked a giant bar­racuda which flopped around on the deck and scared some of us passengers.

The sturdy, wood-hulled Cur­rent Pride shook off high seas and cov­ered 52 miles in four hours—and cost only $30, includ­ing cof­fee, sand­wiches and soft drinks. From Nas­sau we boarded Island Link, which also ser­vices Hatchet Bay, Eleuthera—a mod­ern, Australian-built ferry which makes the overnight run from Nas­sau to Long Island, in 16 hours for $80. Fare includes com­fort­able bunks and a hot break­fast as you are pulling into Salt Pond, halfway down Long Island’s Caribbean coast.

Lying 100 miles south­east of Eleuthera, Long Island is 80 miles long and has roughly the same area, but is flat­ter and rel­a­tively empty: 23 peo­ple per square mile com­pared to over 50. The inhab­i­tants are a wel­com­ing crowd, but a team of bicy­clists tack­ling their 73-mile-long Queen’s High­way is not some­thing they see every day.

Nor do they expect vis­i­tors from Eleuthera. Many thought we were vis­it­ing Amer­i­cans. On March 21st, as we rode off the Island Link, a local said: “Wel­come to the Bahamas.” Arring­ton, an Eleutheran all his life, replied: “Thanks very much!”

Actu­ally I think some of the school kids took us for Mar­tians. Many had never seen a road bicy­cle and were intensely inter­ested in our machin­ery. We felt like Lance Arm­strong as they admired our speedy mounts.

Checking the map at Simms, en route Cape Santa Maria.

Check­ing the map at Simms, en route Cape Santa Maria.

Long Island is a gem, with bril­liant turquoise water, thanks to broad, shal­low depths—you can walk out a quar­ter mile and still be waist-deep. Yet there’s 600-foot-deep Dean’s Blue Hole—the deep­est in the world—right in the mid­dle of a wad­ing cove.

In amidst the forests and farms run herds of free-range goats. Some Long Islanders have even trained their “pot-cakes” (Bahamian dogs) to herd goats like Scot­tish sheep dogs. And some haven’t trained them not to chase bicycles…

In the north is Cape Santa Maria, con­sid­ered one of the most beau­ti­ful beaches in the world. Across the way is a stone mon­u­ment mark­ing Long Island’s claim (shared with Cat Island and San Sal­vador) as the first land­ing place of Colum­bus. Here too are some the most beau­ti­ful churches in the Fam­ily Islands, includ­ing the mas­sive Angli­can and Catholic churches in Clarence Town, which dom­i­nate twin peaks.

There’s no big fish­ing fleet, like Span­ish Wells here, but the score of small boats anchored in Salt Pond har­bour give it the look of a Maine lob­ster vil­lage. Many sail­boats anchor after work­ing down the Exu­mas chain. There’s a museum Eleuther­ans can only envy, packed with arti­facts dat­ing back to the Lucayan Indi­ans. A wilder­ness com­pared to Eleuthera, Long Island is as neat as a pin. They are really seri­ous about not littering.

Anglican Church, Clarence Town

Angli­can Church, Clarence Town

Right off the boat we cycled north from Salt Pond to Sey­mours, 28 miles against a 20 knot northerly—hard work! After lunch it was 40 miles south to Deadman’s Cay with the wind at our backs, fly­ing. Near the end, at Thompson’s Bay, we were wel­comed by a local char­ac­ter, Jus­tice of the Peace Triph­emia Bowe, who had accom­pa­nied us on the Island Link. As promised, she rewarded our efforts with three com­pli­men­tary Kaliks.

We spent the night at Mar­vin McArdy’s “Cen­tral Oasis” in Deadman’s Cay (337-0435), a tidy, and afford­able “bed & break­fast” with the option of home-cooked din­ners. Next morn­ing we headed south toward Gordon’s, stop­ping at Clarence Town, which is more like Gre­gory Town on Eleuthera than our own Governor’s Har­bour. The only set­tle­ment on the Atlantic coast, Clarence Town has a well pro­tected har­bour is the cap­i­tal of Long Island.

At the far­thest point south we turned north again and back­tracked to his­toric Goat Pond Bar, estab­lished 1948. Pro­pri­etor Susan­nah Mar­t­in­bor­ough tells won­der­ful island sto­ries and has a decided polit­i­cal view­point, which she doesn’t hes­i­tate to offer! (Hint: posters of Prime Min­is­ter Hubert Ingra­ham are the main wall dec­o­ra­tions, and Susan­nah calls the oppo­si­tion Pro­gres­sive Lib­eral Party the “Poor Lit­tle Peo­ple.”) Again cold Kaliks cel­e­brated our achieve­ment: 114 miles in two days at an aver­age speed of 15 mph.

longriderWe would not have done nearly as well with­out Arring­ton McCardy, whose fam­ily is from Long Island, and who made the arrange­ments. Undoubt­edly the fastest bicy­clist on Eleuthera, Arring­ton can often be seen burn­ing up the Queen’s High­way between Ban­ner­man Town and Span­ish Wells—a dis­tance he’s been known to cover in a day. Any­one with Long Island or cycling ques­tions (or in need of a bike rental) is wel­come to call him at 335-0070. “Eleuthera Long Rid­ers” wel­comes new mem­bers, and is plan­ning future cycling trips to Crooked Island, Ack­lins, Andros and Inagua.

On Jan­u­ary 23rd we left our bikes for the next mail­boat and flew back to Nas­sau, catch­ing Island Link to Hatchet Bay. We arrived around 5pm as the set­ting sun was light­ing up the cliffs at Gre­gory Town. There’s still no place like home—but this is a visit worth mak­ing. Long Islanders are sweet peo­ple who take life as it comes: “No wor­ries, be happy, aldebest, God will pro­vide.” There’s some­thing to be said for that.

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Eleuthera Byways: The Queen’s Baths

March 3, 2009

First pub­lished in The Eleutheran, Jan­u­ary 2008 On the Queen’s High­way a few miles north of Gre­gory Town, about 300 yards before the Glass Win­dow bridge, pull off the road across from  a sandy track lead­ing up the hill toward the Atlantic on your right. You can’t miss it: the Min­istry of Tourism has recently erected a small [...]

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Eleuthera Byways: Edwin’s Fishlake

March 3, 2009

First pub­lished in The Eleutheran, Sep­tem­ber 2008; more mate­r­ial has since been added. Three miles south of Governor’s Har­bour, on the right side at the S-bends as the road plunges toward Pal­metto Point, is a large salt­wa­ter lake. Passersby who stop to inves­ti­gate will find the remains of a curi­ous shed built of mor­tar and beer bot­tles, the [...]

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