Due to the use of one "hurricane day" our thanksgiving break was cut a bit short. So,with a 3 day weekend on the horizon, we were both thirsting for a little exploration. Now, although this island offers plenty of surreal views, flower print and brightly colored fish paintings, I was feeling a desire to dive into some architecture, museums and maybe even a cobblestone street lined with cafes. I lightly suggested Puerto Rico, and was met with the response I knew I would receive. "Lets go to Anegada" So, for the Birthday Boy, Anegada it was.
We ventured to the coral atoll on Friday morn. This island is about the same size as Tortola, only completely flat (Anegada means "the drowned land"), unnervingly desolate and chock full of flamingos. There's one very small and rustic section of the island called The Settlement where about 200 or so people live. The beaches and roads are scattered with slow moving herds of goats and cows.... and the fishing is world renowned. (even though I only caught a fleeting, polarized flash of three... max).
Matt drooling as we approach the island. (you can barely see it on the horizon). Hundreds of ship wrecks line the surrounding reef. 
Anegada Rock Iguanas...
Goats doing the cone portion of the Anegada Road Test.
Gorgeous creatures. 
Deserted road on the way to the North Shore.
Heading to Loblolly beach.
We gladly gave up our current ride for a cruise in this whip.
As crowded as O.C. New Jersey, can't even find a spot for my towel.
I grew very fond of these plants. I believe they are of the succulent family. Tommy? 
There was a wide variety or garbage that had washed up on the shore, luckily the waves had strategically placed the waste into pretty still lives for my pleasure.
Mangroves may be one of the most interesting plants I've witnessed. Hopefully this little guy will help prevent erosion once he gets a bit larger.
Our hotel NEPTUNE'S TREASURE. 
This kind of scene makes me feel like i'm living in a Truman- Showesque, fantasy world. I don't think i really trust anything this perfect. But I spent some time in the hammock
just to test the waters.
The dock outside our hotel. (where Matt was trying to wrangle some Tarpon.)
A wonky, abandoned vacation house, should have stayed here... free.
Complete with amenities.
Skulls! The ground was littered with assorted bones. Cows presumably....
Scoping out a fishing dock... 
Found this heap of nurse shark in a boat. We found out from two reliable 6th grade sources that lobster trappers use the dried out skin/fins as bait. 
Our future boat.
Nurse Shark Jaw. Check out those teeth.
While Matt was caught in a patch of quick sand, I proceeded to creep around a hobo-camp and get some more good pictures of stuff in trees and aesthetically pleasing piles.
Cruising along the beach... you could walk for miles without seeing a soul. 
These are the mangroves I speak of. Gorgeous.
Caught in the act of catching a fish. Good work birthday boy.
Bone Bone Bone Bone.
Amazing reflective coloring. 
This was before we had to army crawl out of the quick sand.
Trying to figure out where I am under that giant hat.
Mingos in the far distance.
The only people at the Lobster Trap for dinner. All of this for us? They shouldn't have.
I couldn't finish mine... so large and tasty. But don't worry, Matt made sure that no lobster would die in vain.
Savages.
Our dinner.
Fresh from the reef. Our weekend went perfectly... but of course perfection is relative in the BVI. The ferry decided to cancel and leave us stranded on the island with only one slice of bread and work the next day. We had a pina colada, signed back into the hotel and took 1/2 a personal day. Oh Island time...
