Exploring Water Island
[Note, I'm having difficulty getting photos to show in the blog, so I've inserted links to them with a note on what the picture is of. I'll try to get the photos added to the website later.]
While Debbie was here, we went to Water Island, known as the fourth Virgin Island. It is a very short 10 minute ferry ride from the Crown Bay area of St. Thomas to Water Island. The ferry had about 5 other people on it who all seemed to be carrying back groceries to Water Island. Water Island has no commerce on it except for two restaurants - Heidi's on the beach and then Water Island Deli. We planned to go to Honeymoon Beach for awhile. When we started walking, a couple that had been on the ferry asked us if we were going to the beach and if we wanted a ride. So the three of us hopped on the back of their golf cart, and away we went! [picture of the "cars" at the ferry dock.]
The island is just under 500 acres and has about 50-200 residents depending on the season. As far as we could tell, most of the cars did not have current license plates and we saw many golf carts. The empty beach was a little less impressive than I'd hoped. Of course, I judge my beaches by how few boats are moored there and what the water is like for swimming. I don't like beaches with lots of boats around because they get in the way for swimming, and they make the water "smell" like gas. There wasn't much of interest to look at in the water as it seemed like a big seagrass field covered the entire area. To entertain ourselves, Debbie, Dave and I had races crawling in knee deep water and played on the big floating thing we could climb onto, sunbathe on, and jump off. [pictures: Dave and me on the beach; Dave's artistic view of the beach.]
Apparently Saturday nights are the big nights to have dinner on Water Island. According to one resident we met, Heidi makes a fancy dinner and uses real plates and silverware. Everyone goes to the dinner. Sometimes a pizza boat anchors in the bay. There are swim-up bars, so why not a swim-up pizza joint? The island was very quiet and the people seemed very friendly. I bet that when cruise ship visitors go on the mountain bike tours on the island, the population and noise-level doubles! There were a lot of caucasian people there which was pretty different from St. Thomas.
When we headed back to the dock, we had some extra time because the walk was much shorter than we anticipated. The ferry docks right by the mail box area. There were shelves to leave a book or take a book too - their version of a public library. [picture of library.] Notices are also placed here, such as what Heidi is having for dinner that Saturday night. We also saw a "We'll miss you all" note from a family that (from what we could deduce) had left the island for a few months to await the birth of the newest addition before their return to the island. (I admit, it's a little weird living in a place where people always leave for any planned medical procedures.) You can even leave your gas tank here with your name on it and on a weekly basis someone takes the tanks to St. Thomas and fills them up. Water Island is clearly a very small community where everyone knows everyone and they all seem to get along and watch out for each other.
While Debbie was here, we went to Water Island, known as the fourth Virgin Island. It is a very short 10 minute ferry ride from the Crown Bay area of St. Thomas to Water Island. The ferry had about 5 other people on it who all seemed to be carrying back groceries to Water Island. Water Island has no commerce on it except for two restaurants - Heidi's on the beach and then Water Island Deli. We planned to go to Honeymoon Beach for awhile. When we started walking, a couple that had been on the ferry asked us if we were going to the beach and if we wanted a ride. So the three of us hopped on the back of their golf cart, and away we went! [picture of the "cars" at the ferry dock.]
The island is just under 500 acres and has about 50-200 residents depending on the season. As far as we could tell, most of the cars did not have current license plates and we saw many golf carts. The empty beach was a little less impressive than I'd hoped. Of course, I judge my beaches by how few boats are moored there and what the water is like for swimming. I don't like beaches with lots of boats around because they get in the way for swimming, and they make the water "smell" like gas. There wasn't much of interest to look at in the water as it seemed like a big seagrass field covered the entire area. To entertain ourselves, Debbie, Dave and I had races crawling in knee deep water and played on the big floating thing we could climb onto, sunbathe on, and jump off. [pictures: Dave and me on the beach; Dave's artistic view of the beach.]
Apparently Saturday nights are the big nights to have dinner on Water Island. According to one resident we met, Heidi makes a fancy dinner and uses real plates and silverware. Everyone goes to the dinner. Sometimes a pizza boat anchors in the bay. There are swim-up bars, so why not a swim-up pizza joint? The island was very quiet and the people seemed very friendly. I bet that when cruise ship visitors go on the mountain bike tours on the island, the population and noise-level doubles! There were a lot of caucasian people there which was pretty different from St. Thomas.
When we headed back to the dock, we had some extra time because the walk was much shorter than we anticipated. The ferry docks right by the mail box area. There were shelves to leave a book or take a book too - their version of a public library. [picture of library.] Notices are also placed here, such as what Heidi is having for dinner that Saturday night. We also saw a "We'll miss you all" note from a family that (from what we could deduce) had left the island for a few months to await the birth of the newest addition before their return to the island. (I admit, it's a little weird living in a place where people always leave for any planned medical procedures.) You can even leave your gas tank here with your name on it and on a weekly basis someone takes the tanks to St. Thomas and fills them up. Water Island is clearly a very small community where everyone knows everyone and they all seem to get along and watch out for each other.