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Underwater Desert

29 Sunday Aug 2010

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Every day we sailed in the British Virgin Island (BVI), we went snorkeling, sometimes twice a day. For the most part, the water is a tepid eighty-three to eight-six degrees; occasionally, you swim through an icy patch of water and when it was stormy outside, the water felt cooler. For the most part, swimming around BVI is like being in a sun-warmed swimming pool.

The first few times we snorkeled, I was in so much awe of the fish, coral, and plants that nothing got recorded in my memory bank. I simply swam, observed, and concentrated on my breathing. Inhaling and exhaling out of a tube that’s sticking out of my mouth doesn’t feel natural!

After a couple of days of remembering nothing while snorkeling, I took another approach, dictating in my head what I was seeing in hope I could quickly type up my recollections that evening. It didn’t work. I barely wrote anything because I couldn’t find the right words.

Finally, I implored Rich to help. He came up with the perfect analogy. The reefs and surrounding oceanscape in BVI is like an underwater desert.

Like a desert, there is fine off-white sand with craggily pieces of coral that look like cactuses. The colors are surprisingly muted. For the most part, the coral and rocks are earth tones: Beige, umber, gray, goldenrod, and maroon. The shapes and texture of the coral are interesting, but the colors are depressing!

The color of the water, however, is extraordinary. At low depths, it is dazzling aquamarine. Lapped on the shores, it’s blue like the sky. Through a swimming mask it glimmers like a gemstone as the sunlight streaks at angles into the water. Then you see the coral. Oh dreary coral.

Okay, I’m not being fair. Drizzled on some of the coral and rocks is what appears to be melted, turquoise plastic like gooey blue translucent icing you squeeze out of a tube. There are also giant lacy fan attached to the rocks that wave back-and-forth in the current. Most of the fans are beige, but some are maroon, maize, charcoal gray, and asparagus. Their movement is more intriguing and mesmerizing than their color.

While not a mecca of color, the brain coral is intriguing with random whorls and ranging in size from tennis ball to papasan. Staghorn, elkhorn, and finger coral look like they sound – thickets of twisted antlers of varying widths and colors from pearly white to taupe and ash gray. This picture does a good job of capturing what we saw. Even better check out this site about coral in St. Martaan, which is southeast of BVI and next to St. Martin, St. Kitts, and St. Barts.

What makes snorkeling amazing are the fish. So many wonderful fish and memorable encounters! My favorite fish, without a doubt, are parrotfish. Even though a parrotfish can grow to the size of a large salmon, they are very docile and too silly and beautiful to incite an ounce of fear. They range in color from dullish medium gray with whisper of vibrant colors to full-on rainbow with blotches of yellow, green, pink, and blue. Throughout their lifespan they can change colors and genders!

Their bodies are funky with itty-bitty fins and tails, large, expressive eyes, and large, pouty lips that are usually poised on a piece of coral. Their diet primarily consists of algae from polyps inside coral. They rip off chunks of coral, which they pulverize using grinding teeth in their throats, and then digest the algae. Much of the sand where parrotfish live is actually ground-up undigested coral they excrete.

Parrotfish varieties include Stoplight and Redband… and now that I look at the pictures, what I thought was a parrotfish is really a Yellowhead Wrasse or Creole Wrasse.

My next favorite fish were Sergeant Major, which I lovingly referred to as bumblebees. These frisky black and yellow striped fish tended to be in small schools and weren’t perturbed by giant human swimming by their homes. We saw tiny ones – about the size of peas – in a sheltered pool near the shore. We saw larger, plum tomato-sized, bumblebees darted in the reefs, swimming around docks or by our swim ladder. They aren’t opposed to eating cracker crumbs.

The most common fish were varieties of butterfly and angelfish. These elegant, disc-shaped fish came in a multitude of colors and patterns. Most memorable was a small black fish with bright periwinkle spots. Around the peripheral of its body was a stripe of florescent blue. It looked like something that would appear in the Disney Electric Parade.

We definitely saw many Foureye, Spotfish, and Banded butterflyfish. And there were Queen Angelfish along with other in this class, but not as colorful.

The large, scary fish that resembled small tuna were most likely harmless Bar Jacks. We saw a couple of them in shallow waters by beaches. And yes, we saw a few Barracuda, but they were fairly small and swam by us. Nevertheless, they have ferocious teeth that even on an 18-inch fellow could remove a finger or two… especially if it has a shiny wedding ring on it.

Grunts – French and Bluestriped – and Yellowtail Snappers were common and always in a schools. Now is a good time to launch into schools of fish. One of the most exciting aspects of snorkeling, aside from seeing a rare or very colorful fish, is swimming alongside or through a school. Some schools comprised a few dozen fish moseying along with each member paying little attention to the others.

Most schools comprise thousands, possibly tens of thousands of fish. Half the time we snorkeled, we swam through or by a school of Silversides. These fish remind me fresh water Tetras because they’re less than two-inches in length and vary in color. Most memorable is a variety is like a slender crystal prism, shimmering as the light changes. They’re so translucent that you can see their organs and spines.

Others are white with stripes of color. Aside from being very beautiful, they swim in unison, following the same path then without warning, switching directions, every head and tail in perfect harmony. They don’t seem to be perturbed by humans and will swim around you, scarcely an inch from your body or outstretched hand. I loved to float with my head underwater, breathing through my snorkel as thousands of Silversides showered past me like rainbow snowflakes. Check out this video on Silversides by Don Stark, a PADI Open Water Scuba Instructor and amazing underwater videographer and producer of www.scubavisions.com.

Larger fish like grunts and tangs usually swim the same direction, but are more likely to look around and act independently as they swim. Check out this amazing video by Don Stark on Blue Tangs. We saw many fish that we believed were tangs, but were most likely angelfish, like the Blue Angelfish or Gray Angelfish. It’s so hard to figure out what you’re seeing because the environment is constantly changing with fishing swim every direction. With every few strokes, you pass by rocks and coral that are hiding extraordinary fishes. Round a corner and a lightly populated area becomes a buzz of activity with three or four schools of different fish.

Whenever we snorkeled, we hoped to see a hawksbill turtle. These shy creatures are lovely. Lovely is truly the best word to describe them. They swim so effortlessly with wise faces, graceful flippers, and mottled shells. Once we spotted one, we’d slow our swimming to minimize startling it and try to follow it, oblivious to anything around us, but this mystical creature glissading through the water. Watch this video about hawksbills.

Seven years ago, we saw several manta rays, swimming in open water. This trip, we saw none. Although, one evening, after eating dinner, we were exploring the area in our dingy and Rich though he spotted a large ray because a large dark gray shadow moved across the sun-speckled water. Like hawksbill turtles, they quietly move through the water, creating as little notice as possible.

The ones we’ve seen in the pass were at least three-feet across, but unlike the Spotted Eagle Ray in this video, they didn’t seem to move their “wings” as aggressively. I found them fascinating, but frightening. I’d much rather see a mellow nurse shark than a ray!

Yes, Rich and I took underwater pictures. However, I was stupidly cheap and instead of investing $100 or so in a mediocre-quality underwater camera, I convinced Rich to purchase two no-quality single-use underwater cameras. The resulting pictures were fuzzy, underexposed, overexposed, and not exposed.

I guess that means we’ll have to return to BVI a third time!

Wrapping Up Our BVI Trip

02 Monday Aug 2010

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Much of what I wrote about BVI was written in the evenings on Sputnik, my beloved netbook. Looking at what I wrote on Tuesday, eight days into our trip, it’s obvious that I was starting to lose steam. In fact, at this point, I was counting the day until we could go home. And I’m sure that Rich was of the same mindset.  Rocky shoreline

We were sunburned, tired, hot, and not particularly excited by anything aside from the prospect of sleeping on a soft bed with fluffy pillows, and a fan whirling overhead. I had daily fantasies about warm showers with fragrant shampoo, Ivory soap, and piles of warm towels (preferrrably just removed from a dryer).

To remedy our lackluster attitude, on Wednesday morning, we snoozed in the v-berth until 7:30. It was a blustery morning so neither one of us was inclined to get up. Rich made some coffee, which we sipped as we motored to The Caves (above) on Norman Island. This area is supposed to have great snorkeling, but we weren’t impressed, mainly because the water was choppy and full of sediment, making it hard to see the fish and coral. In addition, the current, made it dangerous to swim around the point to see another part of the reef. The prospect of being washed into sharp coral by a swift wave didn’t appeal to us.Cat in a cove_small

Norman Island was the inspiration for Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel “Treasure Island.” The area has a history that involved pirates, treasure, and rum. A short sail away is Dead Chest Island, which reportedly got its name when the notorious Blackbeard. After a mutiny, he put fifteen men ashore on the island with only a bottle of rum, hence the song “fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.”

With periodic rain storms throughout the day, after our morning snorkel expedition, we weren’t gung-ho about doing much more than anchoring in quiet Privateer’s Bay, reading, snorkeling in the area, daydreaming, and spying on others boats and their occupants.  Cat in cove

“Rise and shine” was the battle cry on Thursday morning after a stormy night, closing hatches, checking the GPS to make sure we weren’t dragging anchor, and trying to get comfortable on the thin foam cushion in the v-berth.

The weather was overcast with gusty winds so we motored to the wreck of the Rhone, a Royal Mail Steamship that sank in 1867 after being caught in a hurricane. It’s one of the top place to scuba dive in BVI because the wreak is in only 30-90 feet of water with much of the ship is intact and visible, including decking, parts of the rigging, the steam engine, crow’s nest, and propeller. Sunset in BVI

Even so, I wasn’t eager to see it since 125 people instantly perished when cold sea water gushed into the ship, causing the steam engine to explode. Plus, our sailing book said that snorkelers can’t see much unless the water is super clear. Nevertheless, we pulled on our swim fins, adjusted our masks, and jumped into the water. 

Sure enough, there wasn’t much to see, until we decided to circle back towards one of the commercial (scuba) dive boats. We could clearly see what was left of the Rhone. It strange to swim over a submerged ship as if we were a huge whale, its bones broken apart and scattered on the ocean floor.

By the time, we turned around to investigate the other half of the ship (it broke into two pieces), a group of scuba divers had suited up and were swimming underneath us. It was like swimming in a bowl of seltzer water. Everywhere there were itty-bitty bubbles along with larger bubbles that drifted up towards the surface and burst when we touched them with our hands. 

I don’t know how long we swam in the bubbles, chasing and popping the bubbles. It was definitely some of the best fun I’ve had with a snorkel and mask!

Next, we headed around the corner to a cove off Salt Island (below). There were no mooring balls so we dropped an anchor, which didn’t seem to be holding. Rich pulled on his fins, mask and snorkel and jumped overboard to take a look. The anchor was in a rocky area. We attempted to anchor again, but couldn’t get a firm hold and were concerned that with the strong winds, a less than perfect anchoring, would blow us onto the beach. Sad Salt Island

Rich decided to go back to the wreck of the Rhone, grab a mooring ball, and then dinghy back to Salt Island. Excellent plan and twenty minutes later we pulled our dinghy onto the beach.

Salt Island was one of my favorite places when we first visited BVI. The salt ponds were full and on the peripheral were mounds of salt crystals along with a multitude of different varieties of sun-bleached coral. The islanders collected and harvested the salt, and every year, sold a one pound bag of salt to the Queen of England as a symbolic tribute. During their heyday, they were an important source of salt for the British Royal Navy. Salt pond

Until a few years ago, one man lived on the island and was the sole person overseeing the salt ponds. As it grew older, he had to move to the main island, Tortola. Since he left, the salt ponds have become stagnant; the edges caked with reddish brown mud, the desiccated carcass of a small goat the only relic on the ground. Outside of seeing a couple of goats on the hillsides, seeking cover under scraggly bushes, there was no sign of life.

The handful of residential buildings had fallen into disrepair, the grave sites of the people killed on the Rhone have been vandalized, and much of the beach and walking paths were littered with broken bottles and cans.

It was very sad. And in a sense, it was subtle signal that our time at BVI was winding down. The next day, our last full day of sailing, we decided to snorkel one last time at The Indians. Unfortunately, it was overcast and windy so the water was murky, making it hard to see the fish and the reefs. It much nicer snorkeling when rays of bright sunlight filter down into the water, illuminating the fish and creating patches of warm water. Soper's Hole

With our ice supply nearly gone and a need to keep our last bit of food cold, we zipped back to Soper’s Hole (right) for ice and a much needed dark chocolate Hagen Daz ice cream bar. We dawdled for an hour or so, went into a few shops, walked over to the dry dock (below), where a huge cat was being pulled out of the water. While Rich was preoccupied, I had a love fest with a young, slender, black cat. He was unsprayed, flirtation, frisky, and happy that someone was petting him.

Cat in dry dock We leisurely sailed back to Norman Island and Privateer’s Bay, a quiet anchorage with few boats and pleasant snorkeling. More rocky than “reefy,” the bay had a range of terrains and in several places can be very shallow – too shallow! At one point, we zigged instead of zagged and were in only a few feet of water with sharp coral, pointy rocks, and sea urchins less than a foot beneath our bodies. In this situation, you have no choice but to remain prone and paddle like crazy until you get in deeper water.

I’m sure we were in this shallow water only a few minutes, but it felt like half an hour of frantic paddling until the ocean floor once again dropped a safe distance beneath my body. 

In other part of the bay, we were meander along a small reef and came upon a large pile of discarded conch shells. Local fishermen gather conch, break off the bottom of the shell, pull out the conch then dump the shells overboard, in this case, close to the shore. Voyage Cats

Conch is a popular dish in the Caribbean; although, overfishing has depleted the supply and it’s illegal to gather queen conch Florida and adjacent Federal waters. On the last night we were in BVI, we had conch fritters as an appetizer. It tasted like fried, ground up squid… the shells with the critters inside are much more impressive.  

The pile of conch shells that we came upon were primarily queen conchs, which have large, deep pink and coral lips that curve away from the main part of the shell. There were exquisite. We swam around the pile for few minutes, admiring their beauty and wondering whether we could swim down and grab one off the piles. We remembered, however, that you’re not supposed to disturb anything near the reefs.  Cameo

Conch were originally used to make cameos(left) because they have layers of color, ranging from ivory to deep coral, which are revealed by a skilled carver’s hand. While we were in Soper’s Hole, I purchased a pretty silver bracelet with an inlaid piece of conch to remember our days in BVI.

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