Sunday, December 5, 2010

Fat Goose Give-away!

Christmas is coming,
the geese are getting fat,
please have a give-away
for us STAT!

Okey-dokey!

The Desert Chronicles gives you:

Fat Goose Give-away!


Up for grabs is this watch from Target. It has a woven band made of leather and ribbon strips of all colors so it matches any outfit.


The band is wide and not for the faint of heart because it is big, bright, colorful, and wonderful!

I have this watch already, but don't worry, the winner will get a brand new one!

To me, though, the best part about this watch is not the colors, but the fact that you don't have to put the little latch into pre-cut holes. I have really big wrists and often have trouble finding watches that fit; they're either too small or too big to fit my wrist comfortably.

With this watch, all you have to do is poke the little metal thingie into the band, anywhere, and you're good to go!

To enter my give-away, all ya gotta do is one or more of the following. Each thing you do earns you an extra entry:

1. Leave a comment with contact information so I can contact you if you're the winner.

2. Join my site over there ----------->

3. Share my website on your Facebook page. (You'll have to tell me in your comment if you do this one.)

4. That's it!

Good luck to everybody!

And thanks for joining my growing group of readers!

-The Desert Girl

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Bahamas Wrap Up

Thank you for joining me as I tripped down memory lane to our favorite vacation spot, land where my heart lives, and future home, of Eleuthera, The Bahamas.

I can feel you're done with it now, so I will make this the last beach post.

I will never be done with it. I'm just sayin'.

Here are a few random photos from our other adventures there. Just know you're missing out on seeing The Queen's Baths, Preacher's Cave, the banyan tree, The Cay House, Ben Bay, Captain Jack's, and many, many more places and things.

I guess you'll be OK.

I will never be the same again.

On that note, enjoy!


Phoebe's first swim was in the warm, Caribbean waters.


Spanish Wells (largest exporter of Rock lobsters.)


Golf cart on Harbour Island.


Snorkeling in the protected cove of Ben Bay beach.


Paige's favorite baby sand dollars.


Bath time!


Lunch time! (No, don't eat my nose!)


Best friends. Actually sitting down, sitting still. On purpose.


We love it here, too! say Mandy and Wag!

(In case you're wondering, Mandy is Jerry's younger sister and my BFF. How lucky am I? Oh, and that's Wag, Mandy's husband. He's awesome, too, and does a wicked gorilla-man impression! If you need a good couple to retreat with, these two are the BEST!!)


Thanks for visiting! We love you!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Brown Baggin' It


"Mom on Vacation"


Nothing says "I love my baby" like a bonnet, a Bjorn, and a bottle of booze in a brown bag!

Bottoms up!

(No, I wasn't really drinking it.)

(No. REALLY.)

(I was drinking the other one.)

(No. Not really.)

(But maybe.)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Surfer's Beach

Bored of these Bahamas pictures yet? Just a few more and then I'll get back to regularly scheduled programming. Whatever that is. Oh, yeah, hippopotamus butts and lorikeet poop!

Until then I give you,

"OUR Bahamas (and no one elses), Part 6 (or whatever # I'm on):

Surfer's Beach"


A handful of miles south of our home base on OUR island of Eleuthera, at the end of a very windy, bumpy, and gutted road, lies Surfer's Beach.

It is on the Atlantic side, duh, and boasts some seriously narly waves. Or not.


The surfer's shack speaks of all of the past surfers who have come to ride the waves on this gorgeous and mostly deserted strip of loveliness. We actually did see a few other groups of tourists while on this beach. But on most days, like on most Eleutheran beaches, we had the place to ourselves.

All seven miles.

Jerry, ever the adventurer, hooked up with a surf board from a new aquaintance with the goal of testing these bodacious waves.

Yes. He does look good, doesn't he?


Looking good, honey!!

Just waiting for your perfect wave?


Just looking for any wave?

(Ha ha! Look at our dumb shadows as we click pictures of Jerry doing nothing but holding his board horizontal.)

This is boring. Come on kids, lets do something fun!


At the top of the sand dune is a wooden shelter with benches and cup holders. But it wasn't what was at the top of the hill that interested the kids, it was the hill itself!!


WEEEEEEE!!!! Yep. The kids ran up and down, up and down that hill, eventually giving up using their feet and sliding down on their tummies and backs!

That's Paige in the background, coming down the dune head first on her back. I'm still finding sand in her hair! But who cares! They had so much freaking fun!


Still looking good, honey!


After getting all sandy, and bored watching Jerry not find a single good wave, we headed a bit north on the beach to the "Baby Pools". It's an area protected slightly by a rocky reef so the waves come in slow and gentle and the water stays shallow enough for the babies.


There were sharp, rocky outcroppings next to the Baby Pools that the kids loved to explore and hunt for invertebrates and abandoned shells.

Oh, I haven't mentioned the shells yet! All over the beaches, where the tide line lay, were the most perfectly formed miniature shells you could ever find! We didn't find many large shells, but baby ones of all shapes, sizes, and designs. It was beach combing heaven!


Paige, my collector, would entirely fill up her plastic baggie with shells and other goodies, just to do it again the next day.


Oh, look, kids! Crashing waves two feet away! Look how dark and deep that water is over there!

Na, na, na, boo, boo, you waves can't get us!


Na, na, na, boo.....BOOOM!


Poor Phoebe got a face full!

I learned my lesson. Waves can, and will, get you!


After hours of shell hunting, swimming, exploring, and not-surfing, the walk back to the car can be exhausting.

Surfer's Beach will be on our short list of places to revisit when we go back in 2011. Maybe see you there!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Glass Window Bridge

Continuing on our journey of paradise exploration, I give you:

"OUR Bahamas, Part 5:

Glass Window Bridge"


Just a few miles north of where we stay near Gregory Town is the Glass Window Bridge. It is the narrowest part of the island of Eleuthera. It is so narrow that the road reduces to only one lane, with southbound traffic having the right of way (oh, and they drive on the left side of the road. Very confusing).

The bridge is man-made and connects Upper and Lower Bogue. On the east side of the bridge is the Atlantic Ocean, on the west side the Caribbean Sea.

The Atlantic Ocean on the east side is not blocked by reefs and is very deep so the waves come in pounding, booming, and looming from uninhibited ocean swells. On a good day, or bad depending on how you see it and if you surf, the waves can be so high that they crash up and over the Glass Window Bridge. When the seas are calm, the sea level is 30 feet lower than the bridge. Given tropical storm winds, the waves have been known to knock cars off of the bridge, and even knock the whole bridge down!

The Atlantic side is wild, dark, and at least to me, spooky as hell.

The waters on the Caribbean side, however, are protected by the island from high, or scary, surf. On a windy day, the Atlantic can be churning and booming, crashing and smashing it's waves onto the rocky shore, while the Caribbean side is as calm as a sheet of glass.


Calm and peaceful,


BOOM!!! Loud and scary.


Gentle and serene........


SMASH!!! and crash and scream!

Can you guess what side of the island my dream house lies on?


Whoa! Where did this come from!

Just a little picture to take away the scariness of the waves.

You're welcome.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Eleuthera Visitors Guide

On the heels of my tell-all reliving of our favorite vacation of all time, I thought it appropriate to actually tell you about the where, what, when, and whys of this special piece of earth.

Eleuthera, which means "Free" in Greek, is a 110 mile long island, no wider than one mile long, due east of Nassau. It is considered an "Out Island" because it is not one for high volume tourism. I can't tell you why.

Christopher Columbus is thought to have first reached Eleuthera before sailing farther to the West Indies. The original inhabitants of Eleuthera, the Arawak Indians, were "removed" from the island in the early 1500's to work in the mines of Hispaniola. None remained and the island lay uninhabited for 100 + years.

A group of settlers from Bermuda, seeking freedom from social, religious, and economic persecution, settled in Preacher's Cave on the north end of the island. They struggled for many years until these "Eleutherian Adventurers" eventually resettled on Harbor Island or Spanish Wells, both small islands a short boat ride from the main Eleuthera island.

There are many places to stay if you would like to see the island for yourself. Continental, Delta, and American Airlines fly directly into Governor's Harbor, the capital, or into North Eleuthera. The flights connect through Miami or Fort Lauderdale and are not overly expensive. (We bought our tickets this year, on American (shhh!), because the schedule and price was better. Leaving from San Antonio, all the way to North Eleuthera, with two layovers in Dallas and Miami, cost us $520 per person, including all fees and taxes.)


Last time we went we stayed in the Pink House. It has 2 bedrooms, 2 full baths, and around 1200 sq. ft. It is not frilly or fancy but comfortable and well-stocked with just about anything you need. Except food. You have to buy your own food but who cares! Restaurants on the island are few and far between and cost be very expensive, especially for our family of five. We can buy the fixings for peanut butter and honey sandwiches and be set for a week! (Though you don't need to go to that extreme. The stores, though small like convenience stores, are well stocked, a bit pricey, but much cheaper than restaurants. Just buy like a local.)


The Pink House has two twins and one queen bed so it really only sleeps 4. But when Mandy, Wag and her two boys come in February to stay with us it will sleep 9! We're just going to bring blow-up beds and an egg crate for the big kids on the floor.

Oh, and Wallaces' Mom's Car will also be carrying all 9 of us. Three across the front, three in the back, three on laps.

EASY, Wallaces' Mom's Car!!!


If you want to go to a resort where there is a restaurant, pool, bar, and more activities, The Cove is a wonderful getaway. It's not overly pricey and you can stay per night. Most of the cottages are one bed/one bath, and are stylishly appointed. (Check out their website for more details. They may have 2 bedroom efficiency suites.)

There is a nice restaurant on the property at which we always enjoy a great breakfast. They serve lunch and dinner too, and have a fun bar to socialize with some travelers and locals. (The Pink House were we stay is only a short walk through the woods from The Cove and Jerry, ever the socializing type, loves to go hang out at the bar swapping stories on slow, quiet nights.)

The property managers of The Cove are terrific. They have been there for years, raising their two teenage sons in the most spectacular place on Earth. It's really something to see a 16 year old boy, man, yell, "OK! Bye Dad! I'm going to pick up my friend and go fishing!" as he jumps in a fishing boat and roars away into the sunset. Talk about freedom?! (Click on the link to read about these same boys saving a whale!!!!)

The Cove can also arrange for a rental car and off-site excursions if you are interested. They can do those things for you even if you don't stay there.


They have a private beach, many hammocks to lose yourselves in, and peace by the bushel. We love this place.


Or...if you would like to go hard core, you can stay in The Cay House. It's owned by a surfing guy we met and it is the most glorious house on the planet. If you could pull from my brain everything I dream of in a house, it would be this one. (We have not stayed here, but toured it just before it's construction completion. It was like stepping into my best dream. Seriously.....)

But this awesomeness will cost you around $4500 per week and you will have to supply the food. It does sleep 8-10 so you could split the cost with some friends.

It's on Gaulding Beach so you can go out your door and snorkel, scuba dive, kill you some lion fish for dinner, pick sand dollars, or burn yourself to a crisp.


And at the end of the day, come home to your deck and sit and look at this view.

(This house is my first purchase when I win the lottery. Or you can get it for me for Christmas. Thanks.)

If you would like more details or advice about visiting Eleuthera, email me and I'll tell you what I know.

Once you go, your life may never be the same again.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Zoo Beach

Our Bahamas, Part 4:

Zoo Beach


This is Gaulding beach. It's on the Caribbean side of the island so generally the water is calm, clear, and as blue as a crayon. The day this picture was taken must have been windy; see the waves?


On our first visit to this beach, we noticed something crunching softly under our feet as we waded through the shallow water.


When we reached under the sand what we found were dozens, hundreds, millions of sand dollars! And not the dried up kind you can buy at a tourist shop, but alive sand dollars of all sizes and colors.


We spent hours upon hours collecting sand dollars and comparing their colors, patterns, and sizes.

"Look at this one, Mommy! It's huge!"

"Ooooh, Dad! This one is kind of purpley with white spots!"

Paige, ever the organizer, would create small tide pools to hold the most interesting sand dollars while we were busy searching for more examples. One thing about sand dollars though is that they have tiny hairs, cilia, on their bottom side that they use to crawl across and down into the sand. We learned that the hard way when Paige's favorite sand dollar buried itself when she left it in a tide pool. We never could find the little sucker.

Maybe they had heard of us from the hermit crabs and so knew to run away from us as quickly as possible.


Sometimes the sand dollar wasn't the most interesting thing we would find when plucked from it's sandy keep.

This crab was alive, though tiny! No bigger than a pinto bean, this crab put up a mighty fight with its immature little pincher's!


I'm not really sure what this freeloading starfish is. It had finger like projections on the front and sides, and on the bottom were really long clear feelers that propelled the star around quite quickly. After this shot was taken, the star pushed itself upside down and had to be rescued with my hand.

After holding the star on my bare skin for a few minutes, I noticed my fingers starting to tingle. After putting it down, er, throwing it as far away from me as possible, my entire hand went numb for about thirty minutes.

I didn't like that ONE BIT!! (Neurotoxin and no doctors or emergency rooms? Yelp!)


Here's the wanderings of a hermit crab through the sand. I love the sunshine shape it made, the beauty of the design in the sand.


Starfish were plentiful in the shallow waters as were the occasional sea cucumber.

(I mistakenly called it a sea "penis" to Jerry as a joke, and unfortunately the kids heard me. We tried to correct them, but the rest of the trip they too called them sea penises. Especially after one "peed" on Josh, the nickname was stuck.)


On Harbor Island, the "fancy" island were the British Royals go and other snooty rich people, there are wild horses that roam the beaches.

One friendly tourist approached this pack of wild horses with his hand outstretched, I'm sure thinking, "Oh, look at the pretty horses! With all of these people around they must be friendly!"

Yeah.....no. When he got about five feet from the white horse, it reared up on it's back legs and would have stomped that nice ignorant man into the sand if he hadn't been quick on his feet!


This little fellow was also on Harbor Island. He's also lucky to be alive after he tried to steal my conch fritters.

I will rip someones legs off if they mess with my fritters!