Paddling Dominica’s Waitukubuli Sea Trail

Explore Dominica by kayak? Try the Waitukubuli Sea Kayak Trail, a 40-ish mile paddle trail down Dominica’s stunning western coastline. For years, Dominica’s rugged landscape and range of outdoor activities had intrigued me, and when Michael Gray of Uncommon Adventures organized this trip, I jumped in. Finally March 2024 arrived, and we were on our way.

Not for the faint of heart
Dominica’s rugged volcanic terrain

Before we met our group from Uncommon Adventures, several of us spent one night at the Jungle Bay Resort, and we agreed that one night was not enough. Their wide range of outdoor activities demands a return trip.

One of three pools
View from our cabin

The next day, we arrived at the Soufriere Outdoor Centre, only a short and steep drive from the Jungle Bay Resort. Wes Moses started the Soufriere Outdoor Centre and, with his Dominican colleagues, established the Waitukubuli Sea Trail which parallels the Waitukubuli Trail through the mountains. After meeting Wes at a Sea Kayak Georgia symposium, I had been following the progress of the guesthouse and trail. Up until now, relatively few have paddled the Waitukubuki Sea Trail, but recent coverage in Travel and Leisure and Youtube should change that. That afternoon, we chose boats and outfitted them for the week. Wes had a wide selection of NDKs (Nigel Dennis Kayaks), and I was fortunate to get a Pilgrim Expedition, a boat I have paddled extensively.

Monday—finally on the water. Michael and Dominican guide Kerry Alleyne led to the southern tip of Dominica, where the Caribbean meets the Atlantic. Michael had warned us about winds whipping through the mountains, but none of us were prepared for the abrupt transition from Caribbean paradise to boat-stopping gusts and back, all in under a minute. The winds dropped as the week went on, but it kept us on our toes.

We climbed up to Scott’s Head, the south end of the trail

That afternoon, we snorkeled around Bubble Beach Spa, a black sand and rock beach so named for the bubbles emerging from the volcanic thermal springs. After a day of paddling and snorkeling, Michael’s grilled snapper, rum punch, and Kubuli beer were a welcome treat. And we learned the mnenonic for the trail: Wai-tu-kubuli? Because one is not enough. Noone suffered from hunger or thirst that week.

Soufriere Sunset
View of Bubble Beach
Snapper on the grill
Snapper galore

Tuesday morning, we crammed three days worth of gear and clothing into our boats and headed north, passing Champagne Beach, another bubbly snorkeling spot. Our destination: Anchorage Hotel in Rousseau, Dominica’s capitol. Despite the heat, that afternoon’s trip to the hot springs felt wonderful, as we tested out the different levels of heat in the pools.

View from the Anchorage Hotel
The hottest of the hot springs
Kerry and Michael snag the Iron Tub

The thermal springs prepped us for our longest day, a 15-ish mile trek from the Anchorage Hotel to Sunset Bay’s Lobster Palace. A slight tailwind and following seas made the trip surprisingly fast and easy. We passed several busy ports along the way, and that was the only time we had to watch for boat traffic during the trip. In Layou, just south of St. Joseph, we experienced what I consider to be the culinary delight of the week: Boyd’s Bakes, fry bread stuffed with a curry-infused smoked fish. Boyds Bakes, in itself, is worth a return visit.

Sunset Bay

Sunset Bay and the Lobster Palace! We dragged our boats on to the beach and settled in for the feast. Noone left the Lobster Palace hungry—we had a three course breakfast!

Caribbean lobster!

En route to Fort Shirley, we snorkeled at Secret Beach, one of the best snorkeling spots of the trip.

Swimming through the arch
My track with snorkeling

Thursday night, we reached Cabrits National Park and Fort Shirley, a UNESCO Heritage site and our home for the next three nights.

Fort Shirley is part of the Cabrits National Park in the north of Dominica and can be considered Dominica’s most important historic site and was the scene of the famous revolt of the 8th West India Regiment in 1802 when African slave soldiers took over the garrison for three days in protest over conditions there and the fear of being sent to work in the canefields. Their action resulted in all slave soldiers in the British Empire being made free in 1807.”

Unfortunately the fort historian, Dr. Lenox Honeychurch, was unavailable that day. I am often struck at the somber histories of areas of great beauty where I paddle and enjoy nature.

Fort walls make great drying racks
Ordinance storage, I think
Cannons over Douglas Bay
View from our room
Step Up–ginger wine and rum

Layover day—visit to Free Up Farm and Syndicate Falls.

Plants grow big here
Bananas galore
Co-owner and tour guide
Syndicate Falls
Climbing to the Falls Photo by Cynthia Donovan
Photo by Margaret Arneth
Nothing beats a cold Kubuli

Segment 14—The End! The Witches Hat marks the northern terminus of the trail where the Caribbean once again meets with the Atlantic. We had completed the Waitkubuli Sea Trail, and it was time to unload our boats and send them back to Wes in Soufriere.

The End–Witches Hat
Exploring the Witches Hat
Photo by Margaret Arneth
Photo by Margaret Arneth
Unpacking
Loading gear for the Fort
Final dinner at Keeping it Real

The next morning, the group split, making our way back to the airport. Kevin, Michael, Lisa and I spent the night at the lovely Sea Cliff Eco-Cottages, which also have a gin distillery. Another site worth a return. En route, we saw some promising waves—a surf trip up next?—and the Point Baptiste Estate Chocolate Factory.

Dreams of Chocolate
Drying the beans
Making squares and adding flavors
View from Sea Cliff
Final dinner at Poz

Our amazing time in Dominica had come to an end, and I felt like I had only scratched the surface. So much to do, and so much to learn. Our guide Kerry and our driver Kish from Portsmouth had explained so much to us about Dominica, and that left me eager to return. As they say about Kubuli: Why Two? Because one is not enough. And so with Dominica—one week is not enough.

NDK kayaks ready to go

Fort de Soto to Cape HAZE: 62 MILES by SUP

Crossing Tampa Bay Photo by Gil Hidalgo

7 am. The horn blows, and I, Flamingo, shoved my paddleboard—a 14′ x 24′ Sic Maui Atlantis—into Tampa Bay. Destination: Cape Haze Marina in Englewood, Florida, 62 miles south, also Checkpoint 1 of the Everglades Challenge. I was not alone. Over 80 boats stretching along Fort de Soto Park‘s East Beach launched en masse marking the start of Watertribe 2024. As part of Watertribe’s Ultramarathon, I had 35 hours to reach Cape Haze Marina. Those in the 300 mile Everglades Challenge had approximately one week to reach Key Largo.

Lots of gear on that narrow board
Prepping boats and gear
Plenty of sailboats
Flamingo—my tribe name—ready to fly Photo by Kevin Veach

The day prior, we gathered on the beach to set up boats and undergo pre-race inspection. Since participants spend between 1-7 days on the water, we carry a substantial amount of safety/rescue and camping gear as well as food and water. As part of my training, I paddled many miles loaded with gear and practiced getting on and off the board.

Our merry band of paddlers

We arrived pre-dawn, and I was thrilled to see low winds and calm seas. In previous years, rough weather required a Plan B start, a launch south of Tampa Bay. Everyone was excited for a beach start and smooth crossings of Tampa Bay and Sarasota Bay.

Yay, no ships! Photo by Gil Hidalgo

And we’re off! Sailboats charged to the right towards the open gulf; paddlers and smaller sailboats followed the ICW between the mainland and barrier islands. I watched the other boats as we crossed the shipping channel—a huge relief. Light winds and small chop forced me to adjust my angle, keeping me to the west of the others. Beyond Tampa Bay, I saw only one other boat until Stump Pass shortly before the finish.

Fort de Soto to Cape Haze, Englewood

While Tampa Bay had intimidated me in the past, I should have feared Sarasota Bay. Friends had warned me that Sarasota Bay was shallow and choppy. Surfing the rollers was fun at first. Eventually I fell off, and the board flipped as I climbed on. Not a race highlight. Next year: balance my gear weight better.

Experiencing eternity on Sarasota and Little Sarasota Bay

Sarasota Bay was long, really long, but I knew that the waterway would narrow and calm as it narrowed on the south end. After a day of relative isolation, I was not prepared for the hellscape that was south Sarasota Bay. Think Waterworld: Churned waters, tour boats racing through the anchorage, and party boats. Florida spring break. At least I got through before sunset.

Somewhere, sometime, south of Sarasota

Somewhere past Little Sarasota Bay and Vamo, darkness fell. I set my Garmin watch on the map/navigate mode so the sun was my sole guide for time of day. With such a long paddle, I didn’t want to obsess about miles and speed since I could only go as fast as conditions allowed. Not knowing the time was freeing but also disorienting.

No more Sarasota Bay

Near Vamo, I put on my night paddling gear and lights. By this time, the course narrowed, boat traffic fell, and paddling became much easier. At times, I fought tidal currents, and the top of my paddle came unglued, but the calm night time conditions outweighed those inconveniences. I saw some small fishing boats but mostly I was alone on the water on a moonless night.

Almost hit this bridge in the dark Photo by Historic Bridges.org

Just north of Venice, I passed Snake Island where I heard voices, most likely fellow tribers. I paddled on, remembering the advice that you’ll stop if there’s an easy way out. Many tribers paddle or sail through the first night to bank miles for the inevitable weather delays. The Ultramarathon for me was prep for next year’s Everglades Challenge—crossing the bays and paddling though the night were a good test.

Venice Boat Ramp. It looked smaller in the dark.

I paddled the ditch, a rock-walled channel around Venice airport, sitting on my Crazy Creek chair. Slow, but still progress. It tweaked a different set of muscles, but saved my feet and legs from cramping. I think I dozed off once or twice. Sometime beyond the ditch, I considered camping when I realized it was 4 am, I thought why bother?

I love the meditative aspect of night paddling, but it affected my balance, something I experienced during the Suwannee 230. I had no problem standing on the board, but I couldn’t stand on land without a paddle for balance.

Stump Pass—Almost done

When I reached the dreaded Stump Pass, known for its shifting shoals, three sailboats came though.The first boats I had seen in hours, and we all finished around the same time. I assumed I was dead last, but instead I was first in the Ultramarathon and in the middle of the pack for Everglades Challenge.

At the finish
My stats

I was exhausted but standing. When I checked in, I couldn’t remember the time format which says something. But the hot noodles were restorative, and I enjoyed hearing stories from others as they checked in. Eventually I reloaded the board and paddled several miles south to an anchorage where I met Kevin and KneeDeep 1. The next morning, I woke up to three sailboats rowing by. The sailors had a tough year.

Calypso and One-Eyed Jake on Floozie
Sandfly Key Anchorage

Monday evening, just before sunset, first Windturn and then Calypso and One-Eyed Jake passed by in Floozie as they began their Charlotte Harbor crossing. I paddled out to cheer them on, and Mary and I raced with our SUP paddles. I jokingly said I wished I could cross with them on that windless evening. Part way through their crossing, the wind came way up. Such is the fickle March weather of Watertribe.

Post-race subset paddle Photo by Kevin Veach
Kevin “MangroveMan” on KneeDeep 1

Kevin and I paddled and sailed around the north end of Charlotte Harbor for several days. On our last night, we rode out our first squall on the boat. Our jib came undone, and we fought to retie it. But we were safe in a protected anchorage, and we thought of those in the direct path of the storm. A reality check—Anything can happen in the course of the race. Completing the Ultramarathon gave me confidence but also showed where I can improve for next year’s Everglades Challenge. Let the training begin.

Fair winds and farewell until hext year. See you on the beach in 2025!

Relaxing in Key Largo