|Goats; made in the shade of tHatchet Bay Eleuthera Bahama's BTC building.|
It was the start of our second Eleuthera daylong road trip. Andy and Ann once again were our companionable partners in crime, if rental car abuse is a crime.
|BTC tower o' goats.|
"Sure. Why not?" Wayne replied. If not for Andy. we would've bypassed Cape Eleuthera Institute (watch for more on that in a future post; meanwhile click here for their website) on our prior communal road trip. That, coupled with checking out the institutes's recommended treat (watch for more on that in a future post, too) were the highlights of that day.
"Turn here!" Andy directed; Wayne cornered quickly.
|Ann, spotter of goats.|
Bumpity-bump down yet another dirt "road." We are no strangers to those roads, and consider them part of our adventure. They're free roller-coasters without rails. Less smooth, and their thrill is less about carefully crafted g-forces and more about their sheer unpredictability. Nothing litigious fearing U.S. theme park would dare....
The farm was a bust. Twas long enough abandoned that even the scant remaining debris was uninteresting; though I'm one of those odd ducks who often finds decay more intriguing than modernity.
|Pretty sure that seated black billy ruled these roustabouts.|
But wait! The road less traveled paid off in an amusingly odd juxtaposition, we'd never otherwise seen.
Surrounding (and I do mean surrounding) the nearest Bahamas Telecommunications Company (BTC) facility -- provider of our ocean-accessible $30/2.5 GB Internet connection/hotspot -- goats! LOTS of goats. Gaggles (doesn't that sound better than "herds"?) of goats -- billy goats, mama goats, baby goats, randy goats, sleepy goats, rambunctious goats.... sleeping in the shade of the BTC building's porch, tucking, catlike, underneath the BTC truck, clambering up the BTC phone tower.
Sorry, AT&T. BTC's more my idea of mobilizing the world. Goats.