We traveled to St. Kitts, British West Indies this summer and discovered a ruggedly beautiful & largely secluded island. The terrain changes drastically as you drive north to south– like, desert-to-rain-forest-drastic. What drew us there was a little open-air cottage on the very south tip of the island with its own secluded beach & view of sister island Nevis from every window. It was pure magic.
One day, after snorkeling on another beach, we decided to explore the mountain that rose sharply behind our cottage. The views were breathtaking, even from the halfway point. When we saw a vague path winding from the road across hills & valleys, leading to rocky cliffs on the water’s edge, we parked the Jeep & set out on flip flopped foot (not the best choice, but as I said, we’d been snorkeling). It soon became apparent that this was a goat path & much better suited to hooves than flip flops but we persevered & soon came upon 3 wary natives. As wild goats do, they looked us over suspiciously from a distance then took off over the rocky edge of a rise. We decided to abandon the trek & return another day with appropriate footwear- and I’m so glad we did. Once at the edge of the high, windy cliffs you could gaze down into crashing waves, to a disappearing shoreline on the left, a mysterious, spot of land in the waters straight ahead or follow the descending shoreline to the right where, eventually, cliff gives way to beach & we could see a tiny speck that was our cottage. Though secluded, it is not a quiet spot; the wind at the southern tip of the island is relentless and, of course, you hear the occasional bleat of a wild goat or 2.