St. Croix and Buck Island Reef
It was Thanksgiving week of 1973 that Winona and I with our
three children flew to St. Croix, one of the U. S. Virgin Islands east of
Puerto Rico. I was pastoring the Calvary
church in Rio Piedras, Puerto Rico, so we were invited to a gathering of some
missionaries for Thanksgiving (although we were not officially
missionaries). Besides, Louie and Ellen
Bustle, missionaries in St. Croix, had been classmates of ours at Trevecca
College.
Flying from San Juan to Christiansted, St. Croix, was an
adventure in itself with only our family and the lone pilot in a small one
engine Piper cub. In Christiansted we
stayed with the Bustles in their home along with Bill and Juanita Porter and
the John Lewis family, missionaries in Puerto Rico. On Thanksgiving Day we all worshiped at the
service in the Christiansted church and shared a wonderful Thanksgiving meal at
the Bustle’s home.
The following day Louie had arranged to take me and Lauren,
one of his friends, to the Buck Island Reef National Monument. Buck Island is a small, uninhabited, 176-acre
island about 1.5 miles north of the northeast coast of St. Croix. It was first established as a protected area
by the U. S. Government in 1948, with the intention of preserving “one of the
finest marine gardens in the Caribbean Sea.”
Most of the Monument area, which is administered by the National Park
Service, is underwater, and with its 4,554 acre long reef there is plenty to
explore and experience in the water.
The reef alongside Buck Island is a snorkeler’s paradise
with an underwater marked trail on the eastern tip. It is one of only three underwater trails in
the United States. The reef provides an
ecosystem for over 250 fish species and a variety of other marine life
including spotted eagle rays, nurse sharks, and lemon sharks, Blacktip reef
sharks, and Whitetip reef sharks as well as numerous turtles.
Louie had a fishing boat, and he provided the snorkeling
gear. During the trip we noticed that
the sea was rough with the waves being almost too high for our twelve-foot
boat. We decided to continue to cross
the channel from Fredericksted to Buck Island, all the while hearing Louie tell
about how beautiful the tropical fish were that we would be seeing. In addition, Lauren boasted about other
places where he had snorkeled while I sat there somewhat afraid of the high
waves and fearful because of my inexperience at snorkeling.
After we anchored over the reef off the coast of Buck Island
we all donned our snorkeling gear and slipped into the rough water. It was a beautiful sight with many colorful
varieties of tropical fish everywhere we looked. The trail was marked along the reef and we
enjoyed the unusual beauty as we made our way along the reef, occasionally
diving down to get a closer look at some particular sign, reef formation, or
fish.
After being in the water only a few minutes I heard someone
calling out for help and raised my head out of the water to see who was in
trouble. After all the talking by Louie
and Lauren about their snorkeling experiences, one would have thought them to
be experts. If anyone got into trouble I
fully expected it would be me. However,
it was Lauren shouting, “Help! Help!” As quickly as we could Louie and I swam
to Lauren and pulled him to the boat, all the while Lauren was choking and
coughing up water. With all the strength
we could muster we lifted Lauren, who was dead weight, into the boat. Evidently he had used all his strength in
dealing with the waves, swimming, and diving.
Furthermore, it was difficult to keep the snorkel breathing tube above
the breaking waves, and evidently he had swallowed more than his share of sea
water.
Our trip to this extremely beautiful place was cut short by
Lauren, the guy who had bragged the most about his snorkeling experiences. Perhaps the scriptural reference, “Pride goes
before a fall,” describes him.
I would very much like to go back to the Buck Island Reef
sometime and snorkel the complete trail, but next time leave Lauren on shore!
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