We need to keep heading north, so we said goodbye to Hatchet Bay in search of an anchorage near the Glass Window Bridge.
Back out through the tight rock cut and back into the protected sailing in Eleuthera’s shallow Bight.
We were told by locals that we could not leave Eleuthera without seeing their most famous landmark, the Glass Window bridge, at the narrowest point along the island.
Light winds and sheltered waters made the sail truly pleasant. And finally the human’s anchored off a beach I could enjoy.
But our first priority was to get ashore and go find this famous bridge.
The island is very narrow here. The shallow sandy shores of the Bight of Eleuthera lie on the west coast and the battered cliffs of the rugged Atlantic coast lie on the east coast.
We walked a short distance on the road heading to the bridge when we saw a small sign for a ‘heritage site’. The humans dragged we off the road to have a look see.
What they found was a series of rock pool filled and emptied with the tides and waves.
They had brought there bathing suits so in they went.
Everyone had lots of fun in the natural whirl pools.
There were even some coves to explore in the cliff faces.
We all thought it was the highlight of the whole day. But we had more to see, so time to dry off and head back off in search of the bridge.
We scrambled back along the cliffs north towards the bridge. The landscape here is quite dramatic. Storms and ranging hurricanes have battered the coast line and thrown huge boulders up to the cliff tops. Just along the side of the road we were started by a burst of water spraying up through a small hole in the ground.
We had a good little laugh with this blow hole, getting a little wet, miss timing when the spray would come up. A discarded coke can instigated games of ‘catch’.
We finally got to the bridge.
Unfortunately the natural arch is not there anymore. Instead the bridge is a short concrete affair. A bit of a disappointment after all the hype.
A short rain shower hit, just as we got to the bridge, so we hitch hiked back to the boats.
We really appreciate how lovely the Bahamian’s are about running ‘silly tourists’ like us around. They never fail to stop and offer you a lift.
Back at the anchorage we found the wind had picked up, with a bit of a southerly component, making it a bit rolly. So one last run on the lovely beach and we moved the boats around to the lee of Mutton Fish Point for a calmer nights sleep.
Sheltered up for the night we would be well rested for adventures tomorrow.
