We were able to start sailing but was sorta mediocre to start but when we left the protection of Grenada we had to roll in half the foresail and still had water coming over the bow. Shades of the Gulf of Mexico. I neglected to close the port lites since the start was so calm and an unusually high wave sent water over the bimini and thoroughly soaked our bed. We got into Terrel Bay which already had about a hundred boats anchored so we took the last open spot we thought. Huge catamarans came in close behind us and dropped the hook.
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| Terrell Bay |
Tuesday we walked a tenth mile up a sheer cliff of a driveway to get to the road to town, we only had to stop & catch our breath twice. The little beach front town only has restaurants & bars with most being closed. Luckily the marina restaurant was open for lunch and we had a Grenadian lunch.
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| another sunset |
Wednesday we walked up the driveway (which somehow wasn't so steep today) and caught a bus (minivan) 3 miles to the next town of Hillsboro which has businesses like pharmacy, hotels, service industries, fish markets and as many bars and restaurants as any small town in Wisconsin. We tried to have lunch in a restaurant with balcony overhanging the bay but only got coffee & juice and after waiting 45 minutes for the waitress to return for our order, went back to the boat.
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| Grenada from the rest. deck |
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| waiting on the waitress |
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| Union Island, Grenadines from the rest. deck |
A sailing school schooner full of college kids anchored behind us and spent 2 hours diving & swimming off the boat. When they came back on board they scrubbed the deck before dinner, next morning they scrubbed the deck before breakfast. None would take a job on my boat despite my insisting I could teach them much, much more.
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| recess, look at the bow |
Thursday is wood fired pizza nite at the marina and we ate with new cruising friends, James & Charlotte Caldwell. They have a gorgeous Sea Horse motor yacht which they sailed from Olympia, WA thru the Panama Canal, up the east US coast then down here on the same path we took. Until she saw their boat, Sally was lusting after Katy Krogens, now she doesn't know which to covet more.
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| Sea Horse M/V Pegasus.52 |
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