Turns out, it was beneath a small resort not far from where we are anchored.
We poked around near the resort & found some rather large holes in the ground & finally found a trail that led to the opening.
Though roots like to worm their way into spaces like this, we had never seen one that appeared to literally grow out of the wall and down to the floor.
As we entered the cave, there was a strong, somewhat acrid odor of guano and, sure enough, we found lots of the little fellers sleeping on the ceiling.
They didn't take too kindly to our lights and grumbled and occasionally took to flight.
As the cave progressed into the hillside, Carol remained topside while Jim explored the inner reaches of the cave. Here was one of the guardians of the entrance to the stygian depths!
The cave was maybe a mile deep with several branches. Jim checked them all out.
The end of the cave opened into this beautiful grotto. If you look closely, you will see bats flying around. They really didn't appreciate Jim's light at all.
This is Carol's, "I am not a spelunker & I don't like bats!" pose. LOL.
This is some of the little resort's property. Quite pretty & compact.
To get to the grotto, we parked the dinghy at the government dock & stumbled into these beautiful sailboats that are made in the Bahamas. They use them each year during the Long Island Regatta which is held in early June.
Thursday evening, we decided to take the dinghy to the other side of the anchorage and have dinner Tiny's, a wonderful little beach bar/restaurant. While there, we learned that we would be some of his last customers for a while as the government was requiring him to close down after this evening. Wow, timing is everything!
First thing Friday morning, while the tide was high, we took Samba over to the fuel dock to get a load of fuel. You heard about that in our previous blog. While paying for the fuel, we learned that we were the last boat that would be allowed to come to their dock due to the Corona Virus lock down imposed by the government.
After fueling up, we took Samba back to where she was previously anchored as it afforded nice protection against the crazy 25 to 30 knot winds we've had all week and will continue to have until Monday. Argghhh.
After lunch, we headed back over to the beach & walked a couple of miles with nary a soul in site. So kewl!
We found this little snail that appeared to be blowing bubbles. On closer inspection, it looked like it was actually an egg sack that it was creating. Pretty neat!
