hebrideskid
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Once, in the winter of 1984, in the summer of my life, I had the great good fortune to visit the Rum Cay Club on Rum Cay, Bahamas. The diving was memorable. That was also the first dive trip I made with my then-thirteen-year-old son, who has now been my constant dive buddy for 25 years.
The Rum Cay Club is long gone, and there is no dive operation at all on the island any more. Rum Cay is often the subject of fitful rumors of development, but none has yet come to fruition. A yacht harbor, a general store, a few hundred people, some private homes: that's about it.
Once in a while a liveaboard stops by, or a dive boat makes a run over from the Riding Rock Inn on San Salvador. But for the most part, Rum Cay lies dreamily in the sun, the mail boat comes and goes, and time passes slowly. And that's all right with me.
Because I know, on a night with a sky full of stars, when the moon is bright as a new silver dollar, I can go there again in my memory, and lie on the sandy bottom 90' down, watching my bubbles slowly rise. With my son, my dive buddy.
And now, in the winter of my life, that's what is important to me. That's when I'm happy.
The Rum Cay Club is long gone, and there is no dive operation at all on the island any more. Rum Cay is often the subject of fitful rumors of development, but none has yet come to fruition. A yacht harbor, a general store, a few hundred people, some private homes: that's about it.
Once in a while a liveaboard stops by, or a dive boat makes a run over from the Riding Rock Inn on San Salvador. But for the most part, Rum Cay lies dreamily in the sun, the mail boat comes and goes, and time passes slowly. And that's all right with me.
Because I know, on a night with a sky full of stars, when the moon is bright as a new silver dollar, I can go there again in my memory, and lie on the sandy bottom 90' down, watching my bubbles slowly rise. With my son, my dive buddy.
And now, in the winter of my life, that's what is important to me. That's when I'm happy.