The Pitons!

With friends, Rick and Mimi, aboard we make a quick morning trip into the sleepy little village of St Anne on the Southern tip of Martinique. We are headed for St Lucia today and need baguettes and customs clearance. ( Need is the operative word, we won’t see these precious bakery goods for several month when we return in the winter…there is nothing like them , except for in France I guess) It’s crazy, but again we arrive after 8 am and find the first round of baguettes and pastries are scarcely available. We are not the only connoisseurs. We scramble from shop to shop get lucky on a warm crispy baguette, and spend a few moments looking at local art and craft. Oh and just a couple more bottles of French red wine, as well, to get us to Grenada!

Once the anchor was up we had sails out and with a 190 degree heading for our 20 nm sail to Rodney Bay. The seas are 4-6 ft and wind 15-17 knots from the East, so we have a nice reach with all the sails, as we cross the Martinique-St Lucia channel. We always hope for comfortable sailing for our friends. The water is that deep blue as the gentle swells and waves ride up under Lost Loon, taking us on what we used to call ‘whoopsie hills’ as kids. The air is warm and comfortable at sail. The hours pass quickly as we discuss weather , life and the dreaded subject of politics! We manage to make St Lucia in just under 4 hours and find a good anchorage spot off Reduit Beach. There’s a good showing here and the resorts seem active along the water. By late afternoon we managed to get into customs, the hardware store, and the huge Massey grocery for some of the foods we’ve missed over the few months, and back to the boat for sunset. We are rewarded for our efforts with a lovely evening seascape…hues of pink and orange set the sky afire as late coming ships make anchor for the night.

The following day we would move along south a few miles to Marigot bay for hiking, swimming, snorkeling and happy hour with a couple games of pool at Doolittles Bar. We have found this great hike from Mango Inn to the ridge that overlooks Marigot. as instructed we close the gate (to keep the dogs in) and gather whatever walking sticks are available to assist our morning adventure. The trail manages to gain elevation quickly as you walk up the steepness, stepping up onto the rocks, holding on the roots, and finally near the top there is a rope that runs laterally to pull oneself up huge boulders. The blue sky quickly comes into view above head as we take the last giant steps. We are appreciative of the folks at the Inn who maintain this trail. The ridge trail now take us to what is known as the meditation platform, a beautiful overlook of Marigot Bay. We can see the sailboats moored and at anchor along with the enormous motor yachts docked in the marina. As we walk westerly on the trail,it takes us on a gentle downslope back to the bay where we are anxious to get back to the boat for a swim. This afternoon we make our plans for heading to new anchorages in the south of St Lucia near the Pitons.

We count 5 trips north and south we have come past this island in the last 3 years and sailed right by the huge Pitons that stand guard off the southwest coast of the island.As in other locations, we have heard of some unsafe locations for anchoring and probably been overly cautious. But, we have recently talked to other cruisers who have been here and said it was completely safe we pick up anchor the next morning for one of 2 anchorages..between the Pitons or one north of Soufrier. The weather is overcast with a few scattered showers. This doesn’t change the beauty of the land and sea, but gives it a unique ethereal appearance. The clouds holding onto the rainforest moisture hang over the high mountains and slowly sink dreamily to the sea. We try to locate the moorings just north of Soufrier, but the ones we can find are too close to a huge jetty, so we head for the mooring between the Pitons. Here we have to take a mooring because the water death is well over 50 ft. Since we need to have at least 5:1 ratio of chain to depth, our adequate 250 ft of chain in the locker is not quite enough. Like entering the Land of Oz our tiny sailboat glides between these huge mountainous structures. From the bow and the stern we crane our necks skyward to get the full view and its pretty awesome. There are truly no photo that can really capture this.

We explore the ocean depths by skin diving and snorkeling along the Gros Piton, go ashore to check out the resort nestled here. The following morning the Lost Loon crew have plans to walk to the hot springs. We get directions from trip advisor and also stop at the resort office to verify the plan. It is naturally a steep walk out of the resort with roads switching back and forth as well as straight up. To our surprise, once past the resort gate the road takes a turn left and steep downhill about 1/4 mile to the entrance to the hot Springs. It’s $5 dollars to enter and we can stay as long as we wish….and we do. The water coming out of the waterfall is nearly 95

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Carriacou diving and Lionfish ceviche!!

Hey friends, Happy Sunday!!!

Before we get to the travelogue portion of the blog, I wanted to let you know I’m working on the image here. I’m excited to share some of a new platform for Apparently Sailing. I will be adding interviews with sailing folks, recipes, podcasts and books we’re reading. Of course, I’ll keep you up on the latest adventures both land and sea.

August 10, morning temp on Lake Vermilion 49!

So, an interesting aside…

There is this whole world of blogging experts (podcasts, websites and of course bloggers blogging about blogging!) out there ALL over the world 🌎! And they actually make money helping us write better, get more followers, and for some …..MAKE Money! Ha! Well, I just want to have fun and share our experiences in hopes that we can inspire others to throw off the lines and sail away! So, it doesn’t have to be sailing. You say really? That’s why I’m reading… No! I would hope that this can inspire anyone to take that opportunity to step outside their comfort zone and head East… or West… or start a blog, apply for that dream job, take that well earned vacation, or create a lifestyle you have imagined!!!

Just today we were at Menards ( Home Depot of the northland) and noticed this gal parked next to us with a gorgeous red golden retriever. I commented on how much he looked like our first golden Buck.

Sooo long ago!

We shared our love stories for our dogs and she asked us if we had thought of adopting another. We explained that we lived on a sailboat for 6 months out of the year and taking care for a big dog would be difficult (/however we do have friends that do it quite well) when she exclaimed ” how did you get that gig?” We gave her the abbreviated version of our transformation from land-loving Wisconsinites to vagabonds. She commended us on the courage to make that change. We’ll both admit that the lifestyle isn’t always roses and champagne, ( like trying to get to Menards today from our lake cottage a story for another blog post) …but it’s what we dreamed of and were sooooo fortunate to make a reality! Did we have a fortune? No! We made our sacrifices paid off the bills and took a chance. A chance that we would love sailing, be a bit less construct in our plans, and be able to tolerate each other 24/7…… literally. We have found a lifestyle that fits us both. And, that is what I hope, that someone who happens onto this blog might be inspired to achieve as well.

Ok, on with the travel update…..our sailing season in May ended on a beautiful note with meeting some great friends and doing some awesome diving. We met Brian and Shelly on SV Aria in Bequia. They love diving as much as we do and had planned an outing upon our arrival in Carriacou, Grenada.

Lumbadive dock, Carriacou….awaiting divers!

We signed up with Lumbadive ( check them out here)to take us on a full 2 tank dive at the Sisters Rocks. Diane was a superb dive master and assisted by Raquel we were in excellent hands. We explored some awesome underwater topography seeing tons of lobster, rays,and reef fish!

On the second dive of the day, Mike was given the opportunity to hunt lionfish! These pesky creatures and serve no purpose but to destroy much of the marine life in the Caribbean. So with a pole-spear in hand he carefully eliminated over a dozen of these predators.

Following the dive, we made plans to celebrate Shelly’s birthday. We were delightfully surprised to get the lionfish filets, a few limes ( from Diane’s tree) and have our dive master join us for the party! We had a grand turn-out hosted by Brian who cooked for us. Mike made lionfish ceviche. The evening ended with Brian on the ukulele and banjo as the rest of us singing away in the cockpit of their spacious Hylas! A memorable night!

The Entertainers!! Brian and Shelly, SV Aria

RECIPE

Lionfish ( or other fresh fish ) Ceviche

3-4 cups of chopped fresh seafood or fish

Juice from 3-4 fresh limes

Salt

3-4 cups of an even mixture of chopped cucumber, avocado, onion, tomato, seeded jalapeño( amount depending on your desire for the heat) red or orange pepper. ( feel free to add mango or papaya!!)

Several sprigs of fresh cilantro or shado benne, chopped.

First, stir the fresh and chopped fish into the juice of the limes. Let this sit for 10 min to 30 min in the refrigerator. You can chop and prepare the other vegetables at this time and combine in a separate bowl until the fish has cured in the lime juice.

When the fish has cured, it turns from a transparent to a translucent color and more firm texture. It can now be drained and combined with the chopped vegetables, salt to taste, and more jalapeño ( as desired). Serve with tortilla chips as an appetizer or on a bed of lettuce as a salad. See the post from Serious Eats for a compendium on ceviche.

Media

Currently reading: The Echo Maker by Richard Powers and World Cruising Routes by Jimmy Cornell

Just finished: Peace Like A River by Leif Enger

Podcasts: Singlehanded Sailor, Matt Rutherford. On the Wind podcast, Andy Schell

Please comment! I would love to hear from you!

Live in the Sunshine, Swim in the Ocean, and Drink in the Wild Air” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Something about big turquoise water and new Anchorages

You ask cruisers ( those of us that spend months putting up sails, reefing them down, plotting courses based on wind and wave direction, but literally slugging it out , mostly into the wind or waves, for the sake of enjoying the scenery and weather has to offer during North America’s Winter) what they enjoy most about this life and after the discussion about food or rum, (haha), there is usually a comment about the water. We see so many different hues of blue it’s amazing. Mostly it depends on the depth and bottom structure, but even in 3000 feet of water the color reflects the beauty of the sky in what is truest a deep blue ocean. As we sail from island to island and explore their anchorages we are pleasantly surprised by the many different blues.

Between visitors in Guadeloupe, we had enough time to make a run to Antigua, and then onto Barbuda. We had not stopped in Barbuda in previous years, but the word was out that since it’s destruction by Hurricane Irma in 2017, things were coming back to life. We knew we had to be provisioned and were prepared for enjoying some solitude and beautiful beaches. We found a gem of an island on the mend.

Barbuda lies 30 miles north of the island of Antigua, so a nice day sail is what it takes to get there. We were just 5 miles off according to the GPS and we sighted land. The island is so unlike the mountainous volcanic ones we had just travelled from in the Windwards. From the bow I was lookout, just like in the shallow Bahamas, to make sure we didn’t get a surprise coral head , not marked on the electronic charts. We anchored easily in deep sand that stretched nearly 6 miles! We were simply overcome by the beautiful turquoise water that covers miles of sand that surround this part of the island…again reminding us of our first year sailing through the islands of the Bahamas. A quick swim to check the anchor confirmed the clarity of these waters. What appears to be 2 ft from the bow becomes nearly 20 ft once in the water. Over the next few days we would swim, snorkel some incredible reefs of Cocoa Bay, walk the beach, hike the island, explore the frigate bird colony, and congregate with fellow cruisers for a beach sunset party.

With Barbuda being our northernmost anchorage, we head south back to Green Island, Antigua. We spent a few sporadic weeks here last year and enjoyed watching the amazing kite surfers maneuver the wind and reefs. This year we focused on some great snorkeling at the south and northeast entrance to this protected spot. We took the dinghy through the south cut around the reefs to a secluded bay south and a bit east of Green Island ( used by one of the resorts for a “remote” luncheon/snorkel spot) We found a snorkeling/dive bouy to tie up to and headed off to explore. We saw spotted eagle rays, giant yellowtail and parrot fish, we even scared up a huge porcupine fish ( see the link…they are hands down my favorite and they always have a smile, however shy they are) in some of the clearest waters yet this season.

We left Dominica with the perfect wind to head to Marie Galante, one of the outer islands of Guadeloupe. We were enchanted by the white sand beach and gentle, friendly nature of this island. We stayed 3 days and had time to rent scooters to see most of the island. It’s beauty and easygoing lifestyle would bring us back, nearly 3 weeks later when we had time and the right wind to bring our daughter Kelsey and her friend Lee to share this island’s secret beauty.

The look ( from the fish) is precious!

After a pleasant sail from Il des Saintes the night before, we arise as the sun crests the palm-tree lined beach and prepare to take the dinghy to Port St. Louis (“sen lwee”) cruiser-early in the morning to rent the scooters, 0800. We found on our previous trip that the ferry arrives at 0815 and the scooters are quickly spoken for. We also have promised our guests fresh croissants from the boulangerie across the street from the scooter rental office.

We are kindly greeted by the proprietor telling us that they have only 1 scooter left. After several minutes of hilarious miscommunication trying to use Google translate, and the help of a kind German woman ( who spoke fluent French), we understood that another person would pick us up and take us to Grand Bourg ( 5 miles away) to get 2 scooters we needed for the 4 of us. We were out of luck on the pastries, unfortunately they had sold out long before we arrived. You know what they say about the early bird….these Loons didn’t make it. Twenty minutes later we were on our way to get the scooters. The forms0 had already been completed and we just needed to find helmets that fit and we were on our way. We planned to circumnavigate the island as much as we could in 6 hours. This would prove to be a challenge at times as the cycles did have speed governors installed. Not only did 5his prevent us from getting over 40km/ hr it also made going up some steep hills quite comical! We found ourselves several times inching uphill, as the engine whined to it max, then switched to a low gear.

Sugar cane fields

We stopped for simple provisions ( baguettes, sausassion, fromage, et bierre), found a crowded beach park, where we had to take the last piece of table for our lunch. It is a beautiful spot on the northeast part of the island, Anse Canot. We watched experienced kite-boarders in Capasterre, and took a self guided rum tour and tasting at Bellvue Distillerie. The island is so varied…hilly, canopied, rocky Atlantic topography, and serene, turquoise Leeward beaches.

It made for a great day of exploration. We ended the day at one of the favorite sunset spots, Chez Henri. A quiet popular true beach bar in St Louis, where you sit with your feet in the sand and watch the sunset. Here we found great WiFi, good beer and relaxing Caribbean vibe.

Leaving Marie-Galant we sailed on a northerly course for Guadeloupe mainland to get our guests back to the airport. We would spend one night in this new location just outside of the bustling city of Pointe a Pitre…. Il Gossier. A quaint seaside village only 5 miles from PAP, we found a nice spot to anchor off the small island. We didn’t find much reef from which to do any snorkeling, ( Kelsey and I actually swam in 6 inches of water quite determined we were headed over a reef!) once ashore on this spit of land we found a trail that lead us to one of a few lighthouses in the Caribbean. From our unique vantage point we were struck by the power of this great blue water hitting the rocks and reef.

Southbound again to Martinique, we would take one of our first official dives of the season. We found a quiet anchor spot to the south end of Anse Dufour. The western side of Martinique, just a short motor from Fort de France. We found ourselves in 20 ft of clear water and within swimming distance of the reef.

We swam here last year and made note that it would be good to dive. With friends aboard to watch the boat, we donned our gear and made the plunge ( or ‘plon-jay’ as they say in France). We found a nice wall to explore that extended nearly 1/4 mile and we swam to depths of up to 60 ft. We saw so much healthy coral and sea life ( eels, huge porcupine fish, snapper, Sargent majors, big eyes, drum, and huge filefish) and some of the clearest blue water we have yet to find…with visibility at close to 75 ft. (wishing my go pro cover hadn’t rusted, no underwater pics this time).

Our search for more blue water and new anchorages continues as we spend time in St Lucia…between the Pitons, at the hot springs and some very nice resorts…. in the next blog entry.

Hoping to have more time and better WIFI to keep connected.

Lost Loon journey continues!

Thankful for family friends and Random opportunities…

Oh my goodness! This was a post that I thought was posted in December…..with the internet coverage it’s sometimes tough…..please forgive me for the delay dear friends!

With old man Winter on his merry way to the Midwest, we are making plans to head as far south as we can early December to get Lost Loon in the water (Grenada!) But, before hurricane season would be over, we made plans for some fun in the sun in Florida. We are fortunate to have friends, Jeff and Cynthia, who kindly shared their perfect location in Punta Gorda ( and boat!) from which we launched a multi-couple trip to the Florida Keys for fishing, golfing, snorkeling, diving, kayaking and just relaxing. It was a fun time to reconnect with good friends from across the country.

Great friends! Great times!
Winning team!!!
Tough competition!!!
Kris aka..Crazy Polish fisherman!
Boat Boys!
Mimi, aka… crazy Asian fisherwomen!
Kayak Ladies
Thanks Jeff for all the great sunset cocktail cruises!!

Upon our brief return to Punta Gorda, (before we would make the 24 hour interstate trip back to Minnesota) I was offered a chance to head out for a daysail with a friend we met on a sailing excursion to the Bahamas a few years back. Tim has a Tartan 30 that sits in his backyard in Punta Gorda.

We left the dock by 0830 and because he is minutes to the Ponce Inlet we were “sails-up” in beautiful Charlotte Harbor in no time. The sky was bright blue without any evidence of clouds. The temperature had hit 80 by 9 am, but we had a nice southwest breeze for cooling effect and pleasingly built from 8 to 13 and peaked out at 20 knots!

Captain Tim

There were a few tender moments we contemplated having to reef the mainsail for better control, but enjoyed the 20 degree heel as the boat sliced through the waves. We watched fishermen as they headed out to their different spots for the day and other sailboats appear in the distance. From Ponce Inlet we sailed southwesterly on a course toward Burntstore Marina.

Stig, as she was aptly named by our friend the ophthalmologic surgeon, surged forward approaching 7 knots of speed. We made one tack and with the wind at our backs the relative temperature now soared. We were lucky to have wished for and received just a few bits of cloud cover as the morning turned to afternoon and our breeze settled to just a whisper. With the water turning to glass, our speed settled to under 3 knots (a speed at which we could likely swim faster). We discussed the chances of getting more wind to get us back “home” and adequate cloud cover to keep us cool before we would have to turn on the engine. In moments, we caught a few minutes of light 7-knot breeze to get us close to the inlet.

The Genoa is furled and mainsail flaked on the boom as we enter the maze of canals that make up Punta Gorda Isles.

We sailed 28 nm according to the iPad tracking course! It was a surprise opportunity to whet my whistle for our upcoming winter season of sailing!

Where’s Lost Loon?

We were up at 0500 on this January 28 morning to start our day’s journey from Martinique to Dominica. It is a 50 mile sail north. We calculate that with an average speed of 6.0 knots we should be sailing for 9 hours..assuming we sail and not have to motor much.

Despite the hour, it is still a night sky. There is a sliver of a moon, which doesn’t provide much guidance as we try to differentiate sky from sea heading off the anchorage in the direction that will see a night sky a bit longer. We spy the Southern Cross in the Southern horizon. It disappears quickly though as light appears from the east, along with all the constellations. We have not done an overnight sail this season, and with conditions like this there is a yearning.

As more light appears, we are now able to see to open the sailbag and attach the halyard to raise up the mainsail. As we motor a bit further, we begin to feel the breeze. It’s not for another hour until there is enough wind to catch the sails. Like that first snow, or the first jonquil of Spring, there is an ease of spirit and frank happiness we feel every time we turn off the engine and the sound of rushing water past the rudder takes over.

We leave Martinique after a very busy couple of weeks. We had spent most time in the southernmost anchorage of St Anne after our January 15 arrival and have enjoyed a busy social calendar since. We have played in a few bocce games, Mexican train dominoes, completed numerous hikes, rented a car with friends and spent time in the mountainous, windy, twisty gorgeous green rainforested regions that with every turn there is an ocean view. We consumed baguettes, Brie, and some of the best, but least expensive French wines! Many days we took the 2 mile dinghy ride to the bustling marine city of Le Marin for provisions and to search out parts. As I have mentioned before, due to the stress and strain on a sailboat, many things break. It is an uphill battle some days confronting the challenges of keeping everything running in good form. Our snorkeling proved to be quite successful most days, enjoying some beautiful reefs and the fishes that inhabit them.

We took one awesome hike to the Canal de Beauregard, aka Canal of slaves. This is an ancient aqueduct built by slaves in the mid 1700’s extends several miles through the rainforest to supply fresh water to the village of St Pierre. It is literally built along the slopes and you walk the wall, sometimes looking at thousands of feet below in obstructed. The wall is about 18 inches wide and the aqueduct is 2-3 ft wide and 3 ft deep.

Before taking leave of Martinique though, we had made a few stops on St Vincent and St Lucia.

The island of St Vincent has a bad reputation for crime towards boaters as well as in general. As of late, there are people concerned about the tourism industry there and they are cleaning up their act. They have somewhat organized individuals into safety and security groups in many anchorages like that which is done in Dominica. The locals are trying to be there for the boaters assistance, and have tried to keep out the nuisance. We had heard from other cruisers over the last year they found it safe and so we left Bequia and decided to make a stop north of there in St Vincent. We had 3 other boats that we had been traveling with and they had made the trip the previous day. Our arrival to Cumberland Bay was on a light winded sunny afternoon. We had a nice sail and ready to anchor. Due to the volcanic formations, the anchorage are quite deep, even very close to shore. We were greeted by smiling faces and instructed on coming in stern-to. This is where you put the stern to the shore, let out chain enough to set the anchor from the bow and then back to a distance where one of the locals grabs a line from the stern and takes it to shore. Here he promptly ties it to a big rock or substantial palm tree. Quite the interesting process and used most exclusively in Europe. But, it’s like parallel parking, a bit more complicated than just driving into a parking slot.

Stern-to anchoring in St Vincent
Cumberland Bay

This is how it goes…..we turn the boat facing out of the anchorage, and at the given moment I begin to let out chain. When we’ve hit 125 ft, Mike begins to back the boat. Now, Lost Loon is a great boat, but as heavy, nearly full-keeled boats go, they don’t back up worth @#$% ! But slowly and given no opposing wind, she begins her backward progress. We eventually see the anchor rode straighten out. We now give the longest piece of line to the fellow to take to shore. I then begin to let out a bit more chain so the line reaches shore. When our new friend has us tied to a big rock ( yep, I said rock…roughly 5 ft across and 2 ft tall. Listen they do this all the time, right ? I’m saying to myself), he yells at Mike to yell at me ( over the sound of the diesel) to take up some chain and thus secure us both stern and bow. Well, as I begin to take in chain I notice that it now doesn’t seem set. I feel the chain jumping, but it is taut. I relay my misgivings about the anchor being set to all hands. Of course, our concern is that if the anchor isn’t set in mud or sand or grass and we get a headwind, we’re on the rocks and Lost Loon is in trouble. Not a good scenario. So, our fellow unties the line to the rock and we begin to take up chain to re-anchor. I get to nearly 40 ft from the anchor and it won’t come up further. Mike maneuvers the boat a bit , I let out more chain and I try again, but it won’t come. I’m instructed to just keep pulling. The anchor windlass whines out trying its hardest , but it’s now obvious we are hooked, rather the anchor is stuck. We maneuver 2 or 3 more times, and turn off the engine. We now have a bevy of locals in their handmade boats circling. They finally settle and decide we need a diver. They can possibly get a guy for us. Mike gives me a reluctant look as he glances at the dive tanks we have secured aboard. I believe the first thing that crosses my mind is…we haven’t used the gear in a year or so and hopefully it all works.

I go below to dig out the dive gear while Mike dons his swim trunks. We are pleased when it’s hooked up and it inflates the BC as well as provides air through the regulator. As we are doing this our new friends in Cumberland have devised a plan where Mike will take a string with him to the anchor or rode and when all is clear yank on it and we will begin to raise it from the bow. This now requires me at the helm and one of the guys to come aboard to run the windlass. I give him instructions on the operation as Mike descends to whatever depth he needs. I am at the helm with diesel running, there is a guy feeding Mike string, another guy beside me watching for bubbles so we know where Mike is located, and 2 others giving encouragement from alongside as well. It seems like an eternity before there so a yell to take up the anchor. My guy at the bow does this perfectly…and we wait…as the anchor is seen below the surface there is another yell. Mike is soon to follow. Cheers go up from the crowd around us. We are thankful there is NO wind to move the boat and I can help Mike get aboard.

He tells us that the anchor fell to about 75 feet , but the chain was stuck in a crevasse where the wall came up to 35 ft. He just needed to pull the chain away as I moved the boat a bit forward to get the anchor straight up from the depths.

We promptly request to move from this spot to a flatter location on the far other side of the bay. We repeat the same process, but this time are now in sand and grass before we backed the stern to shore. It was beers all around for ourselves and friends as a thank you when we finally turnoff the engine. The next few hours we washgear with fresh water, hang it to dry and watch the little ones swim off the stern line. More boats came in that afternoon, but there was no one instructed to anchor in the location where we had trouble. A good learning experience….watch severe depth changes…they mean sheer underwater cliffs that really can screw up anchoring!!

One of our anchoring “friends” in St Vincent

The next day we enjoy a tour of the island by bus ..taking a hike, seeing waterfalls, petroglyphs, and some gorgeous mountain scenery. We even pass by one of the movie locations for Pirate’s if the Caribbean!

We move the boats in our newly formed Canadian-American rally to the next bay Chateaubelair. Here we check out of customs in preparation to head to St Lucia. We spend a lazy, rainy day, reading and find a break in the precipitation to snorkel the north east part of the bay. There is little in the way of coral, but manage to see much reef life.

We make our next stop in St Lucia and we spend a number of days hiking a favorite spot in Marigot Bay, visiting rum factory, a banana plantation and take a bus trip to the bustling commercial city of Castries.

One of our full day’s hikes is along the very rugged northeast part of the island from our base on Rodney Bay.

St Lucia’s rugged northeast

Finally, after enjoying the long day’s sail from Martinique to Dominica, we are greeted by Alexis, a PAYS ( Portsmouth Association of Yacht Services) member. These are a group of men with their own boats who have formed a consortium to provide yacht services ( gas, laundry, water, tours) as well as patrol the anchorage at night.

Alexis gives us a wide smile, and says “Welcome back, my friends!”.

More to come on our week in Dominica !

Random numbers …

We’ve been in the water since December 7th!

It’s lovely , as you might imagine. The colors of blue are beautiful in contrast to the deep green in the hills of the islands. Yes the palm tree lined beaches have been right out our ‘back door( in fact we just finished a swim to shore and back after a full morning hike to the other side of the island. We have travelled from Grenada to Carriacou. We stayed here a few days for hiking, snorkeling, and beaching ( our reward for so many days of labor before splashing Lost Loon again). We stayed in Mayreau ( where we literally had a 1/2 mile beach to ourselves!) and finally made it to our current location in Admiralty Bay Bequia.

I wrote much of this post in the days during our stay in the boatyard. More about that experience in a later post.

10 …EC ( Eastern Caribbean dollars) or $4 US ….the cost of an amazing lunch for 2 of local steamed fish, a helping of vegetable rice and beans, callalou, and cucumber salad! This was from a lady who prepares meals from her house, and sells them to locals until it’s gone. We walk by her place every morning and evening to and from the boat. She also made terrific Lambi noodle salad ( that’s lobster!).

6 ……the number of days we spent washing, sanding , painting, polishing, reorganizing, and putting up sails….among many other tasks..8 hours sanding( mike) 4 1/2 hours painting, 3 1/2 hours waxing.( until we decided hand waxing wasn’t quite looking so great..and we hired 2 guys to buff the whole thing and they were done in 4 hours!)

3…….the average number of times you must move an item on the boat before it finds its rightful place. Except for the flat head and Phillips screwdrivers…they get a real work out so rarely get more than a few moments in their designated space.

1400….the number of miles we drove from MN to IL to NC and to FL before we flew the near exact same air miles to Grenada.

2…. the number of hours it took to do a load of wash at the apartment we stayed in while prepping the boat. It only took 1 hour to dry in the 85 degree sun. So 3 hours to oversee one load of laundry takes a lot out of an attempted productive day.

14…minutes to walk from the boat to the apartment we rented while working on the boat( most importantly it was a few days of air conditioned respite we had from the hot dusty days in the boatyard) …a little longer if it has rained and we have to dodge the mud puddles, or if we stopped to photograph the baby goats at play, or stop to let all the cars pass at quitting time.

36 …..loose ties that secure the winter cover. And keep showing up everywhere even after the cover was removed and stowed!

14 …throw pillows on the boat that get moved around until everything else is in place….also 13 too many according to Mike….until he needs one and I have a few already.

200…number of boats that they store on land at Clarke’s Court Marina during the summer.

12…the number of full and partial rolls of tape aboard..Gorilla( 3 rolls…the stuff holds like crazy) painters, original masking, duct ( in 3 decorative varieties), two sided, plumbers, electrical, and cellophane. They are housed in a bag behind the port settee, and seem to successfully escape out into the spaces behind there somehow, so we are always chasing them down. Tape is an important temporary fix for many things on the boat, and in some cases permanent.

3 ….miles to IGA from our anchorage in Prickly Bay. Mind you on foot one way isn’t so bad, but after the grocery stop, one stop at Ace and True Value, and we’re in need of a taxi ride back….20 EC. A well spent 8 dollars in 80 degree afternoon heat!

15…the number of hats we have aboard, including 1 “Gillian hat”, a nice fisherman’s rain hat ( that turns inside out with the lightest puff of wind so really doesn’t work well unless we have just rain and no wind) 9 golf caps ( in varying stages of use…some for painting and heavy work and others for general sailing and hiking), 2 straw hats, and 2 Santa hats ( we’ve been tempted to wear this holiday, but they are quite warm after even 5 minutes in this climate). I know this isn’t important, just that going through the stash it was interesting…we’re always losing a hat so it’s nice to have a few around.

23 …the number of feet that a HAM radio antenna needs to be to match the wavelength most often used. It can be longer but must not be closer to the mast than 5 feet. ( it extends from the day it’s in the back to a line from nearly the top of the mast) We found this out when our antennae broke between Grenada and Carriacou. We were lucky to find another 23 ft of spare wire in the “extras supply” under the guest bunk, behind the water heater, alongside the spare headsail. It was successfully wired back up by Mike who says he loves to climb the mast. ( well love wasn’t the word…he’s getting good at going up, my job is to winch the climbing harness, and then let him down..he’s been up there more times than he really likes this season already).

This is how we repair a radio antennae

Finally….

3 bottles of RUM….the important stuff…the good kind from Grenada, until we get to the St Lucia…then the French islands……..

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Hope you enjoy. Leave me a message…stop again. We will be sailing this season North along the Windward and Leeward chain of Caribbean islands. I will try to post often.

I’ve been published!!!!!!!

So last January, sitting in the Islands I began writing of our fun in Grenada. We have attended a few HASH events…. wait… nothing to do with mind altering substances!!! These are walk-in , hiking, running events that take place on the countryside of the islands.

Well, I had this hair brained idea to see if any sailing publications were interested….. fast forward after several revisions and help from some close family members in editing I HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED!!! It’s Bluewater Sailing magazine, September 2018.

Thanks for the support that gave me the courage to submit and thanks for coming back!

It’s all about being on the water…

 

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Ready for haul-out!
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Out of the water for the summer!
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Sunday cruisers playday!

So the pics you see here in the beginning of this blog show us closing Lost Loon in May at Clarkes Court in Grenada. We were fortunate to have an uneventful process. The “carefree” sailing days are replaced with a few tolerable hot, dusty days in the yard. Bittersweet, we need to return to land life and see family as well as manage other parts of our life. As of this writing, we are now about 4 weeks from returning to spend another Winter in the Caribbean! The count down has begun!

We continue to live as vagabonds from one short term habitation to the next (or as gypsies..so well put by a close dentist friend of ours!) For the summer, we spent most of the time at our 3- season place on Lake Vermilion. We have completed the renovation we started last year transforming a 1950s cabin to a nice comfortable lake cottage. We also traveled to Illinois and North Carolina and spent valuable time with family in those locations. And of course passed several weekends with our Minnesota family and precious growing granddaughter! ( permission granted by the parents  allows me to share one of my favorite pics!!)

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They have been gracious to provide us with a warm bed and sustenance throughout the last few months, as well as priceless moments with “nos petite fille”!

The summer passed quickly. We spent time fishing, hiking, harvesting wild blueberries, and putting a new steel roof on the cottage.

 

Our life on the lake is challenging because we are on the north part of the lake further than the road extends. We have to boat everything in we use. This includes ..yes even the new steel roofing supplies. Thanks to Mike and Chris…their ingenuity made this possible.

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In making our new cottage unique, my friend Cynthia and I decided to paint a door. this was a very enjoyable weekend project..and priceless piece of art!

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There were a few days we did get out fishing…a passion of Mike’s and caught some beauties, northern Minnesota walleye! We also received our scout firefighter’s badge one day. There was a slight breeze that afternoon as we headed out to Big Bay on the lake for musky fishing (truth be told Mike fishes and I make sure I have a good book). As the breeze picked up and the afternoon progressed, we noticed a plume of smoke coming from a small island. It became darker, and in seconds we could see flames from about 1 mile away. We quickly proceeded to the location, where we expected to find someone burning a huge fire. To our surprise, there was no one around and a large part of the island was covered in fire. I tried calling 911, but with variable cell service cut out. Mike drove to a close spot where we thought it would be better and 911 was calling me back! I spent some precious 5 minutes telling the dispatch person the locations of the fire, knowing he needed to communicate this with the fire boat. I was assured they were on their way asap and told not to put myself in danger. We ran across the bay and procured two 5 gallon buckets with the intent of saving the island.  We returned and inched the boat as close to the rocks without damaging the boat so we could get off. We were soon running a 2 person bucket brigade. We did have one other boat show up and with their 2 gallon bucket they had aboard, assist in putting out some of the “small stuff”, but there was a huge tree on fire that would take the professionals. Soon we saw them coming. as the fire boat approached we got off the island, noticing a small area where there may have been a campsite in the recent past….. Most of the fire was doused by the sole volunteer fireman.

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During the months in Minnesota, I was able to work part-time at a local clinic. ( a shout-out to my new colleagues in Virginia , MN!! thanks for a great summer!) I worked in the family practice and urgent care areas 2-3 days per week.  This afforded me the opportunity to maintain my license and continue to do something I truely enjoy. It was a mere 30 minute drive, but that was after the 20 minute boat ride acrosss the lake to get to the vehicle. This was not unlike our travels to get anywhere on Lost Loon. It was a great plan, most of the summer. I had only one late afternoon storm to wait out before getting Mike across the lake to pick me up. It wasnt until late September…my last days of work…and late days getting off work at 7 PM when arriving at the boat landing some days at 7:45 were getting chilly. By the first of October the days were chilly. We were having some night to 30 degrees and daytime highs of 40.

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Morning ride to work!

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Yes, this is a picture of a 3 inch snowfall. Quite unusual and unexpected for this time of year. Mike actually had to snovel snow out of the boat for the first time since we have been coming to the cabin We are usually lucky to have until the middle of October to close things down, but by October 9th, we woke to temps in the very low 30s overnight and one partially frozen pipe. After Mike returned from thawing this with a hairdryer, we made the obvious decision to pack-it-up and head out. We had spent the last few nights, waking to check the water in the faucets and were not in the mood to wake to more pipes to thaw or worse broken ones! The job is fairly straighforward: pack clothes, clean everything out of the refrigerator, turn the water off and drain off the pipes, take apart the dock and lift it out of the water, cover the single pane windows with shutters. We have done this in an afternoon and were able to complete everything in about 3 and 1/2 hours. The sun provided us some warmth, but for this time of year, unexpectedly cold!

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Remote pond, Boundary Waters, Minnesota

So the next question…..where to go?  We decided to remain “off the grid” and head for a shared cabin in Superior Wisconsin …intended for deer hunting. It sits on 100 acres of woods in the most northwestern part of Wisconsin, along the Minnesota border. We had a few hours to prepare ourselves for the primative  living…no plumbing, no running water, heated by wood burning stove. It happens to be just 8 miles south of the city of Superior, so not so far off the grid as it sounds. We stayed here 4 nights before moving on. We enjoyed a few nice Fall days of hiking and  bird hunting (the guys…not me).

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After a couple of days with our family, we have traversed south for a few weeks with friends in Florida, boating and diving, where we will escape the onslaught of cool temps in the Midwest and dream of sailing days to come!

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Back to Grenada…. more hashing and land cruising for waterfalls

 

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Here is an update on our Spring 2018 travels…best intentions have fallen a bit short. Thanks for coming back! I need to get this season finished before Season 3 begins in November!!!! As the days get shorter here in northern MN, so the temperature drops. As I finish adding my pics to this blog, I listen to a local weather report predicting snow fall tonight of between 1-3 inches! Yikes…so far from our other home with warm water and soft breezes!

 

 

 

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Travelling with our friends on SV Artemis

 

Our travels for the spring have nearly come to an end as we approach the first week of May. With our friends on SV Artemis we make our way to the northern end of the island of Grenada with enough days to explore the western coast before our haul-out day. We spend a night at Halifax Harbor, once known to be smelly and Smokey it turns out to be a quiet anchorage with some nice snorkeling and calm overnight waters. ( well we do experience an odor of smoke in the middle of the night… it’s not so hot and we close a few hatches and manage to sleep) we have been lucky again this year to have only a handful nights that we have had restless sleep due to wind and waves. ( I recall a night or possibly 2 in DeShais Guadeloupe where we rocked and rolled like a bucking bronco at the county fair because of high winds, And we may have had a night or 2 as well in the islands if the BVIs during the Christmas winds that lasted through most of January!)

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South of Halifax we cruised to the Molinere Underwater Sculpture Park. How cool. We negotiate to a spot near the suspect grounds and are early enough in the morning to find a couple of mooring balls available. Once secure we are snorkeling above some very neat concrete structures. This was one of the first of its kind. Open in 2006 and thanks to British sculptor Jason deClaires Taylor there is a garden of figures to view. Apparently a local sculptor has added structures in the recent years. I wish I had pictures to share but my GoPro was out of battery charge. I can direct you to the Pure Grenada website for pictures of the Underwater sculpture park. And coming back in the Fall, I know we will stop there and this time be prepared to take some pics!!

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We moseyed on just a mere mile to the anchorage at St George’s. This is a nice spot to get to Grand Anse beach and the major part of town. We stayed long enough to make a trip to Island Water World… one of our favorite marine supply stores throughout the Caribbean. We had pre-ordered our expensive bottom paint so we have it upon our return in November.

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We also made it a point to take a walk to the beach. By this time of year it really heats up and most of the tourists are gone , the beach huts are closing, and the students at the University are making their last trips to this wonderful beach. We ran into a few locals enjoying the warm calm waters.

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As much time as we spend in these beautiful waters we can still get a sense of relaxation walking in the soft sand playing with the waves that gently crest at our feet.

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After 3 days we were back on our way to the final anchorage of the season. Clarke’s Court Bay is about 6 miles but the sail is a challenge. We headed out of St George’s bay to the southwest on a down wind run in 10 knots of breeze. As we made a turn to the south and as usual found the easterly trades coming face on! As it happens the waves here are making their way around this shoreline and tend to add to the mess. In addition there is one large reef to avoid making this turn, and so it’s called our Final Challenge. We end up tacking back and forth enough times to make even the most seasoned sailor dizzy. Heaven help us should we encounter another vessel making the opposite trip!! We usually have to turn on the engine to assist our travels through this maze and are grateful when we thread the needle between the rocks and shoals to Clarke’s Court Bay.

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Seriously , this is on the way out of the anchorage, ahead is where it gets dicey!!

We spend more than enough time this morning trying to find a spot in the bay that appears to have clear water, but is also out of the prevailing east-southeast winds. In fact, we fall back to a location we have been before and find it comfortable, however a bit murky.

It’s the beginning of bittersweet moments we will experience as we prepare to leave Lost Loon for the summer.

Over the next week we spend our time making lists of boat items we need, repairs to be done in the Fall, and rearrange as we begin packing up. It’s not all work. We meet other cruisers and enjoy 2 great Hash events in some awesome places around the island. The first is on the north east coast that is littered with waterfalls. The red van is full of passengers all decked out in walking and hiking attire. We head out to the tune of Hello by Kes . Typical Trinidadian music…..but…over and over! By the time we arrived at the event site we were ready to be walking but patiently wait with other hashers and locals for the “send-off”

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There was a disclaimer announcement that this was an extraordinary long hike/ run. How true. We started in St Andrews and went as far south as Mt Carmel waterfalls and back north again.

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The route took us over and through the woods and past overlooks like we have never seen.

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One lookout along an old rock fence we could see Marquis island along the eastern shoreline.

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And took us past some local wildlife, just enjoying their afternoon as well.

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We took our time to enjoy this lush tropical region, but after nearly 3 miles ( maybe more?) we were exhausted. Following a brief meal and a few beers we loaded our stinky selves back in the van for a stop at 2 rum shops the Bumpy Corner Bar and one other along with more Kes!

The fun gave us just the ambition to tackle the jobs ahead for the week…remove and wash sails, clean and polish all stainless, remove settee covers , wash, replace, remove solar panels, clean our dear Patches , the dinghy, and retire her to the forward deck, reorganize a multitude of storage bins,mend boat covers, check outdates on batteries, medication, and Epirbs (the units that will send an emergency satellite notification should we need rescue!), and make lists of all the equipment we need to bring back.

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With our friends on Artemis leaving we decide to rent a vehicle together and see some of the island. We take a long day in search of waterfalls. We have a crude map and make our first turn outside St George’s and find ourselves at the end of a short road. We are surprised that we don’t see signs, but we head up on foot now toward what appears to be a trail.

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We pass cocoa and mango trees, see where there is obvious clearing. After about 15 min think we hear water rushing and feel we’re on the right track, until we see a local farmer tilling up the hillside. We question him about the falls and he tells us we are on private land and must head down the road further for the entrance to Concord Falls. We proceed back on the trail enjoying the tropical forest. We get back on the road and realize we needed to just head only a 1/2 mile further and we would have made our first destination.

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Concord is beautiful from the road, but to get a better view we pay a small fee and descend to one of the small pools that make up this attraction. The water is crystal and there is something about water falling from a height that is pretty darn incredible.

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We buy a beer and chat with some of the vendors who set up shop here during the day. Back in the car, we head up the west coast stopping at Gouyave for a picture of a beautiful church and stay for a beer and lunch.

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We sat in a restaurant along the street side in the hot sun, where the breeze didn’t reach us so another cool beverage was welcome. With our nutrition replenished we carried on northward. We made it as far as seven sisters Falls.

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A quiet respite all to ourselves. We enjoy the cool FRESH water. Our guide we have hired to take us here tells of the history of this area and some interesting facts about the nature.

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He commented off the cuff that he sees monkeys quite often feeding in the trees, and lo and behold we are walking back to the vehicle on a beautiful footpath and hear a rustling, high overhead. we watched 2 monkeys playing and feeding on the tender branches of the trees. (sorry, there are no good pictures…just very cool memories!)

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Gardens on the way to the falls

Next up…a Chocolate HASH, and our final week in Grenada.

Incredible Island of Bequia

April 2018……I am trying to catch up on things…thanks for hanging with me!

We leave Martinique and pack our French flag away for the season. We are heading to Bequia by way of St Lucia for an overnight. We stay in Marigot Bay at anchor long enough to take dinner and sleep. By 0430 we are up in the dark making coffee and raising the anchor. It is a clear, cool (70 degrees…that’s relative, I know) morning. We try to maintain the peacefulness with low voices so as not to awaken our neighbors.  Once the anchor is stowed, we make a heading west, out into the Caribbean, we must cover 55 miles today before we set anchor again.

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We find wind immediately outside the harbor, raise the sails, and head off. Our day passes quickly as we sail in the shadow of the Pitons at sunrise

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and get to see the island of St Vincent in the daylight (we have passed here twice in the dark of night). We average 6.0 knots of speed during our trip, encounter some incredible current between St Lucia and St. Vincent,

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along with considerable 5-7 ft waves, and arrive in Bequia in time to take a nap and swim before sunset. We will make our customs stop the next day because if one arrives after 4pm, we understand customs charges double, even though they are open until 5:30!

A year ago when we came to this island (again heading south) it was Easter. We stayed long enough to watch the Easter Regatta here and left on Easter Sunday. We spent all of 6 hours ashore then, and vowed to take more time this year. Since that time, we have been told of the great hiking, wonderful people, and  whaling history of this island.

Our friends on SV Honey Rider loaned us a movie called When the Wind Blows. (https://vimeo.com/ondemand/whaling ). It is a documentary on the tradition of whaling on the island and took nearly 25 years to complete! It was just 59 minutes long, but in that time we came to understand the longstanding tradition of the island. The inhabitants have been a peaceful people who survived on what the sea would bring them. The deep ocean around Bequia sees whales moving north and south particularly in January and February. They have harvested whales in small numbers over the years and share the catch with all the islanders. They will now lose their rights in July as the foundation that regulates this has imposed heavy fees to continue. They typically get 1 whale every 2-3 years using only a simple hand-thrown harpoon, lately this is done more as a tradition than for sustenance. With this knowledge we had a different impression as we approached the island and its high cliffs where we imagine whale watchers sitting and waiting for a spout to appear on the horizon, and the moment when they release the sailing dinghies to head out for the hunt.

We anchor in Admiralty Bay alongside other sailboats and catamarans who have made their stop here while travelling up and down island. The water is so clear we can see 25 ft to the bottom. The anchorage is protected by very high hills on 3 sides and is dotted with pastel houses and hotels amongst the deep greenery and palm tree lined soft sand beaches.

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Shortly after we anchor, another monohull arrives alongside us and we see their hailing port inscribed on the transom is Burnsville, MN! Someone we must meet. We actually run into them while doing our customs and immigration detail ashore. We find out they have just returned from several years in Europe! The boat they sail is named Artemis and she is a Mason 43 ketch, a beautiful and very seaworthy bluewater cruising sailboat. We decide that we have enough in common to take in some of the island together.

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Peggy’s Rock (aka Ma Peggy) Hike

Our cruising guide instructs us on how to ascend to heights above the anchorage to get to this hike…and so we set out. We pick up our friends, Sally and Al and motor a short way to a dinghy dock. We walk down the expansive Princess Margaret beach and then up a steep set of rock stairs to the Lower Beach Road.

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We continue up the road and over the crest of the first hill. We pause at the bus stop to inquire about the route to the trail and find out we must head down the road and at the 3rd driveway look for the telephone poles on the ridge and begin our ascent. It is a steep road for the first 100 yards, in the hot sun. We arrive at the telephone poles and again talk to some locals cleaning out a shed. Pointing still further uphill, we are instructed to head up the grassy slope to the 100-year old tree and into the brush.

The 100 year old tree....we think
The 100 year old tree….we think

The brown grassy trail is well worn by other visitors, and littered with a few sharp cactus for which we must be alert.  This winds through only a moments of shade where we stop for a much needed water break, then head off up a meadow of sorts to the next grouping of trees. We notice an overlook off the trail and find we are just above the airport looking toward the Grenadines.

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As we head into the trees we are relieved to again be out of the full sun. There is a slight breeze that seems to get stronger and feels good. As the trail continues to slowly rise we must now find our way over large boulders and tree trunks. The route is obvious, but it is marked with white painted arrows to show us the direction. We pass a sign showing another “short-cut” back down and vow to take that on our return. The trail remains fairly wide and turns to a ridgeline with steep drop offs on either side, protected by heavy trees and brush. Peggys Rock is a group of large boulders that one must negotiate with a few large steps and accurately placed handholds, but quite a beauty.

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There is a nice breeze to cool the perspiration. The view of Admiralty bay is pretty stunning from here. We can see islands to the North as well on this clear day. (Cameras never do justice in these places, they have to be experienced.) We begin the journey downward and do take the “shortcut- goat-trail, but find that is is nearly a gully at times and quite steep. We are back at the beach in half the time. Our first stop is a local restaurant, Keegan’s, open now for lunch and we settle on a couple of beers after we consume several cold glasses of water.

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The afternoon back at the boat is restful after we cool off in the water we are surrounded with on Lost Loon.

The Whaling Museum…and a local education

With images of the  whaling movie in mind we wanted to get to know more of the this tradition.  There was to be a whaling museum on the east side of the island for which we were headed on this morning. Today, we were picked up by our friends on the boat Artemis and landed the dinghy ashore for another days adventure. Down the beach and up the rocky staircase and to the street, we made our way through the hilly pass, we began to descend along the coast. The views were beautiful on this, the rugged side of the island. We came by Toko’s bar, which we were instructed to make sure we stopped, as it was to be itself a miniature whaling museum. A little further on we came to the airport, no museum. We hailed a local and he indicated that the museum was several miles north of where we were and that we should get a taxi. Being without a good island map did put us at a disadvantage here. But in true cruiser spirit we decided a stop at Toko’s was in order.

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The bar is set along the southwestern shore of the island, there is a sheltered landing closeby. Evidence of years of whaling paraphenalia litters the brightly painted establishment.

When we arrived Toko himself ( a weathered man in his late 70’s we surmised) had found a restful spot in the shade and was ready to tell us of his whaling experience and his grandfather’s as well.

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We listened intently as he told of being the jib man on the whaling dinghies. He informed us that they still have whaling rights through the month of July. and in a “by-the-way” attitude tells us that one (a whale) had been sighted this just this morning, but the seas and wind too high to safely pursue the mammal. We bought a few beers and shared our life story with him as well. He brought out regular and fig bananas and mangoes for us, fruits from his own trees. We tasted the sweetness of fresh tropical fruit like none before. Fig bananas are much smaller and firmer, but have a nutmeg like sweetness. As the morning turned to afternoon, we decided to continue on our return.

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We stopped at a nearby marina where many of the whaling dinghy sailboats were ashore. We did get to see Perseverance, the whaling dinghy featured in the documentary we watched.

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And we again struck up a conversation with one of the whalers. A face, well worn by the sun and sea, told us of the difficulty now getting their permit to continue whaling due to the millions in fees they would have to come up with. It is likely that this would be their last year of whaling. Many years there were no whales taken, and most years only 1. They share every part of the fish with the island people. Now considered just a tradition and not a way of life, they have come to expect this would happen. It was enlightening, and like a living history lesson on the island. No we didn’t make it to the museum, but feel we received more of an education getting lost with the locals as it were.

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Later, back “home” we enjoy snorkeling and make several attempts at spearfishing for fish and lobsters in the afternoon with our friend Randall on the boat Fine Companion. He was showing us some of the local spots for fishing. The water was relatively clear and lobsters present, but my skill level needs work to harvest the quick spiny crustaceans from the rocks!

Bequia Day 5 – Turtle farm

We are intrigued by the fact that there is a conservatory and farm for the sea turtles on the island, but it is again on the opposite side of the island. Directions are obtained from a kind gentleman in town, who tells us to head down the street past the customs office, turn right and follow this to the next intersection in the road. We are instructed to take the middle road. We head off on a cloudy morning, good for walking here in the Caribbean. We head up the first hill to the pass and then make our turn onto the road heading north. Cars and trucks move at varying speeds along the heavily shaded road and we move off in life preserving manner as they pass.  We take time to notice the bamboo, mango trees, bird of paradise and explosions of bougainvillea with towering palms along the way. About 2 miles out of town we stop at the Firefly Plantation to check on the possibility of getting a tour.

At the restaurant we are told it would be several minutes while they find the curator to take us out. Ezra shows up with his basket and we head out to see Chinese apple, mango sweet smelling Fragapani, banana, wax apple and papaya trees.

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There are Caribbean flowers of all kinds tantalizing our noses. We are escorted through the herb gardens with fresh lemongrass, huge thyme, and lime leaf trees (we are offered and take samples!). We eat sweet juicy mangoes and have fresh coconut and coconut water under the cool shade of the mango trees.

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Our walk continues on down the road further to the turtle farm. We enter a metal building with several concrete pools filled with turtles of all sizes. We are asked to pay the fee, but are told we need the exact amount as they do not have change for us. (Unfortunately, we have just been to the ATM and al have very large Eastern Caribbean bills).  We deposit a small donation and leave. They are doing a good job of raising the turtles, but the “tour” would have been self-guided and a disappointment since the owner was not present. For lunch we return back the way we came toward town, but stop at Sugar Reef resort for adult refreshments and a midday meal……

We sit in a beautiful dining room with high white ceilings, enormous driftwood chandeliers open to the Atlantic Ocean. Mike and I share delicious Mahi Roti and Callaloo soup. We return to Lost Loon in the late afternoon with 6 mile-tired-feet for our usual post-hike swim and watch the birds feeding over the jumping schools of fish out toward the open ocean as the sun sets.

Our 5 days in Bequia are great! We intended to see more of the island, and the people and we did just that. We have met new sailing friends who we will now travel with further down through the Grenadines. Making our way through the Grenadines…we return to Tobago Cays and points South toward our final Summer destination of Grenada.