Joy asked me to check out the beach bar on the off chance that it might be open o Monday so I zipped to shore in the dinghy and used the dock for access. As I climbed the ladder I watched where I stepped as the dock appeared pretty much unchanged from its drug heydays. Many of the planks are rotted or at best, patched with a loose piece of plywood. But we saw the owners backing a small pick me up truck onto the dock the day before to unload the mailboat, so I figured as long as I was careful, I should be OK. The view from the dock offered some really nice photo ops, and here’s one with the Meridian and another cruising boat in the distance. With a deck chair and an umbrella, you could relax and enjoy the view here for hours on end.
A paved road meanders through the interior of the island past abandoned houses, past the old water plant, finally ending at the airstrip and MacDuff’s Beach Bar. I did some exploring along the way and tried to imagine what all the different buildings had been. Some were fairly obvious; others not so much. I guess the largest building I found, a 5 bedroom house with 3 baths, a library, den, large living room and kitchen, may have belonged to the number 2 man in the operation as Carlos Lehder’s house is believed to have been the large one perched on the top of the island with a view of all the surrounding waters. Wonder why he wanted that view?.
The cay is much different today, quiet most of the time. The beach bar actually is open every day except Mondays, when we were there. The airplanes come and go regularly carrying both owners and visitors to and from surrounding islands.
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