In the early days of sport fishing safaris to the Out Islands of The Bahamas, men (and generally men only) would trek out from Florida, bringing with them fuel enough for boat and generator, booze enough to bear the usual onslaught of mosquitoes and no-see-ums, and precious little else.
These were manly-men expeditions fit solely for daring souls bent on testing their survival skills.
What the men ate was almost entirely predicated on their success at sea. What they drank, aside from the booze, depended almost entirely on whatever fresh water any passing rain clouds might provide.
Wild. Untamed. Adventure!
Luxurious digs like the ones I enjoyed on a recent visit to Deep Water Cay might suggest that this bygone style of parlous male bonding is now a thing of the past.
It isn’t… Mostly.
The rustic lodge above remains on Deep Water Cay. From the main resort area, just keep walking along the path that leads to the far end of the island. You can’t miss it, though if you’re anti-roughing it you may want to.
No a/c and scant modern comforts keep this old lodge authentic to Deep Water’s storied past. You won’t find it listed among the private homes for rent on the Deep Water Cay website.
If you’re really keen on living out those adventurous days of yore, though, just ask and I’m sure the folks at DWC will work something out…