Friday, August 1, 2008
















Day 1 of Adventure Weekend had been spectacular, filled with a menagerie of fascinating places, flora, and fauna.  Day 2 turned out to be sublime, and centered around one magnificent creatures: again, the Pacific Bottlenosed Dolphin.
We didn't have reservations for the 9 am Open Ocean Dolphin Swim (they were already booked solid when we called to save our spot) but come 8:30 am, Jason and I showed up anyway at UNEXSO in the hope that someone wouldn't make the early morning session.  This would be our one chance to swim together with the dolphins in their natural habitat, and somehow it would happen.  Nine o'clock found us on the ferry boat to the dolphin facility, and we were soon motoring out to sea with two dolphins, Caholo and Casique, in tow and froliking in the wake.  I don't know how time can both stand still and race by simulaneously, but our water dance with the dolphins was over far too soon.  There is no way to describe how you feel as you dive under the waves and you are joined by this graceful form, and the creature looks you directly in the eye as you slide through liquid space.  And then when the need to breath air returns and you regretfully rise to the surface, and Casique or Caholo rises with you and you two break into sunshine together...there is no way to describe that moment.  I am so glad that my love and I were able to experience it together, and share that peculiar magic!

Thursday, July 31, 2008






Finally, adventure day was here!  Never mind that the movie crew had worked until 6:30 am that morning...Jason was only to be in town for two more days, so we were going to take full advantage of the weekend!
First stop, Paradise Cove, the best snorkeling spot on the west side of Grand Bahama Island!  The proprietor not only gave us a full briefing on where to swim around the reef and what coral to look for, but he helped me make a lizard catcher, and even helped me catch a new friend!  The most exciting moment out in the reef was looking down to see a 14 foot spotted eagle ray gliding beneath us through the glimmering depths (photos to follow when the underwater camera film gets developed!)  
After snorkeling we were off  to the other side of the island.  Lucayan National Park was our destination, where there was rumored to be caves that were partially underwater and splendid beaches.  We found the park, the caves, the beaches, and a absolutely fantastic mangrove swamp crawling (literally!) with tiny lizards and crabs off all shapes and sizes!  We followed the paths until the sun began it's final retreat, never coming across another soul!  The whole grand adventure we had all to ourselves!  Finally the carnivorous insects chased us out of the park as they came out of hiding.  We drove back to Port Lucaya a little sunburned, soaked in sweat, rather bitten up, and completely contented!

Up Up and Away...



The only thing better than floating above a tropical island, is enjoying the view with the love of your life sitting by your side.  The hardest thing about our tandem parasail flight was the acute regret I felt at not bringing the camera up!  But the most entertaining moment for spectators was my less-than-graceful landing...turns out I wasn't ready to use my land-legs again just yet!

Friday, July 25, 2008

How the Other Half Lives...




The first Sunday we had off, Rockets and I decided to go galavanting.  We drove west, hoping to see what the island was like beyond the cheery tourist traps of Port Lucaya (where our hotel is located) and the sleepy township of Smith's Point where we are doing most of our filming.  We found a part of Grand Bahama island still trying to recover from the hurricanes that devastated the area a few years ago--hurricanes that rained down waste on communities already ravaged by extreme poverty.  Many of these houses were under 6 feet of water when the hurricane hit.  Some people rebuilt while some tried to carry on best they could with what was left, and some people just left it behind and sought out the continuation of life elsewhere.  The ride back home (to our hotel with daily maid service and the high end jewelry shops located just beyond our doors) was passed with thoughts of gratitude for the relative luxury of life as we know it.  I remember being a small child of 7 or 8 and complaining about not having some new toy or another.  Rather than lecture me about appreciating what we had and realizing how blessed we actually were, my dad just drove me through the shanty part of town.  Even at that age, the object lesson was not lost on me.  Driving out to the west end  of Grand Bahama Island, I found myself among the tenement streets of Georgia once again, and I thanked God for my own set of worries and challenges that all of a sudden seemed so trivial.

Water Mages




The first day we filmed at the dolphin pens was nothing short of magical.  After all the Dolphin Encounter sessions are finished for the day, the dolphins at UNEXSO (where we are filming) are all put together into a large main pen in the center of the facility.  We were filming a scene in one of the small bordering pens, and the crew was staged on the narrow docks that separate the small pens from the main large one.  While filming at UNEXSO we are under strict guidelines in regards to interaction with the dolphins.  They are off limits (no touching, calling, etc.) when not in the presence of a trainer.  We are actually supposed to ignore them altogether.  Apparently the dolphins had other ideas.  For the entire afternoon they would swim over to our group, popping up their heads to look at the strange scraggle of film gypsies, chattering and whistling and casting their spell over every single one of us.  

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Return of Lizard Girl



It was probably a strange site.  Even a little confusing, perhaps.  The tall blond woman in black glittered flip-flops, pink lip gloss, and a black crocheted beanie, walking slowly and deliberately around the hotel grounds, eyes cast downward, holding a small open ziplock baggie.  Most of them evaded her, the quick and clever lizards with tails that curled up smartly at the end.  They were very fast and very smart, having learned at some point in their lizard-life that bushes and foliage represent safety and the perpetuation of their freedom.  But there was one very very small one that wasn't quite fast enough, and now he is a pet.  Quite possibly the smallest lizard in the world, his name is Buckwheat (pet-sibling now to Spanky the Dog and and Alfalfa the Snake.)  He is really great, and although he is easily lost due to his diminutive size, he is making a fine roommate.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Day of the Dolphin




Some Dreams are a long time in coming.  This one was approximately 34 years.  My first memory in life is a startlingly clear recollection of feeding a dolphin at the petting pool in Marineland.  I informed my mom that "he liked me" since he was smiling at me, and thus began a life-long love affair with dolphins-a deep fascination that would persist in my mind and heart independent of the ebb and flow of other interests and obsessions.  The dream was to work with these elegant, soulful creatures, to swim with them and study them and become a part of their world.  They have always been a part of mine.  
Yesterday I touched my dream.  I swam with a dolphin.  It's difficult to describe an experience that transcends the meaning of every word you know.  I had the remarkable fortune of a thunderstorm rolling by just in time to ward off all the hopeful participants of the swim (they would all reschedule for the next day) except myself and another member of the crew.  A 15 minute ferry ride in the rain was trade for having a sleek, graceful, beautiful bottlenosed dolphin all to ourselves.
The odd thing is how very natural it all felt.  Swimming and diving next to this 400 pound creature was not at all frightening or intimidating.  Time seemed to stop when Taino (my new friend) and I would spontaneously dive under the water together, and she always timed her ascent so that she broke the surface of the water just as I did.  Like synchronized swimmers, swimming the pas de deux of the dolphin and the dreamer.  Even when we accidentally crashed into each other underwater, I was entirely as ease.  Her delightful chatter and banter echoed through the water like a staccato symphony.  Every thought, worry, and concern about anything and everything dropped away from me, and I felt completely bathed in a glowing sort of peace as I swam through the warms waters of the Caribbean with the most wondrous and splendid of beings.
The only word that comes close to describing my time with Taino is Sublime.  It's not at all sufficient, but it will have to do.  I wouldn't necessarily say that swimming with Taino has suddenly made me a different person, but it has certainly made me feel differently.  Having such a deep and dear dream realized is no small thing, and my gratitude for this experience is profound.  It was magnificent.  And it was worth the wait.