I have a view of Tintamarre In the foreground, waves crash against the coral reef. My favorite colors of teal and blue so saturated. Sigh, this is what peace and rest feel like. I’m breathing deep and taking it in.
From my vantage point, the windward side of Tintamarre is on the right. I wonder just how high those waves are? They look as tall as the island! Is it a rocky coast? It must be, with such high sea spray.
I’ve been there three times now and only once in the sunshine. The boats anchor on the leeward side by a beautiful beach. This last visit, the sand was greatly eroded exposing sharp rocks to the left. What was once a gentle incline is now a steep shelf. Such are the shifting sands.
We’ve been on a tour of this island. Hiking inland, we saw an abandoned runway, derelict plane parts, a single engine that had crashed –— complete with bullet holes, stone fences, remnants of buildings, cisterns, and some goats. The south side has another beach where the surf makes it too rough to swim. There you’ll find a great view of St. Barths.
Tintamarre has always held a mystique. No one is supposed to be living on it, since it is a nature preserve. Yet evidence of camps and parties exist. Our friends from the boat have hiked to higher points and taken some great photos. St. Martin looks massive from over there. Too bad we only get to hang out for a few short hours and I still haven’t seen any sea turtles.
Stories of drug running and Nazis hiding out during the war are sketchy. This is the Caribbean, after all. Natives, Pirates, explorers, colonists, slavery, and battles all have shaped this area’s history. So it continues today, no matter how civilized and legal it may seem. It is so much more simple to not be involved in any conflict. Sometimes that’s not possible. Still, I am blessed to be enjoying this view, no matter how short the amount of time. No, I will never tire of it.