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Pt Martinique

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Here is the other perspective to Matt’s blog below…Matt has a tendency to “wonder” (we need one of those harness leashes on him) and as Wayne and I were at the store, we came out to find him gone. We had mentioned we wanted to follow the road until it dead ends so we thought he would either catch up or meet up with us from the beach. We had money and water (we win). Wayne and I chatted with the very many goats and a few super cool locals along our little walk. We came to a little impasse that looked like the end of the beach so I walked down to the beach to see if I could see Matt. We had seen a guy in a red shirt a few steps back and assumed it was him but when I got to the beach, there were only 3 men fishing (one in a red shirt). Oh well, he will find us–he always does. We just had to take a photo of the strange baby in the tree (see below). We walked west around the island until the road ran out and climbed up a big hill to overlook the ocean which was majestic. At this point, we thought it best to turn around and try to find Matt to hydrate him, so we headed back to the store/dingy dock. We made it back having drank more than 1/2 of the 1.5 litter of water (it is hot), walked down to the store, the dock, and still no Matt so we decided to keep walking around the other side of the island until that road ran out. Still no sign of Matt so we decided to head back to the bar. On the way back we stopped in Matthew’s shopping center with a grocery store and gift shop. No sprite zero or Shandy’s for me, but found some 1664 for the boys. Picked up a cold one for Matt with the hopes of finding him some day. We headed to the bar, decided to walk down and peer at the pier and low and behold a man in a red shirt waiting for us. He came at us at almost a gallop, which was funny. I handed him his luke warm beer and we headed to the bar. My fitbit measured 10,674 steps!

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Grenada Bound

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Time to roll.

In the morning we will be up and at em, cooked most of our food in the freezer. Grill wasn’t cooperating with the wind blowing.

New island for us today. We dingy’ed over to Petite Martinique to check it out.

Farther than it looks from the anchorage, but super friendly and social folks over there. We arrived and the dock master asked that we tie the dingy to the other side of the pier, super nice. We did, and then I asked if that was sufficient and we were off.

Rolled on shore, and walked along the beach all 3 of us together (note this), we saw the cute bar that Wayne read about in the guide, we saw a supermarket. Since we had forgotten a water bottle one was in order, Christine took care of that. We kept walking and found another market and Christine/Wayne checked it out for Sprite.. I said I was going to the end of the beach which, while Christine looked for sprite. The end of the beach was around the corner, but I’m wearing a bright RED t-shirt and Wayne saw me round the the corner.

Long story short, the beach dead ended, I turned back and they were gone from the market. I saw the street, I walked up there, walked right for a while.. didn’t find them, stopped, Walked back to the market, still no joy. Walked back to the beach bar.. still no luck. I had the dingy keys and the mother ship was a few miles away so I was okay, but I had no $$ so no beer or water for me. Oh what the heck the island is called Petite for a reason, I can do this.

I walked left to the end of the road, then went off road, found the hurricane side (rocks and not much else), just me and the goats out here, I walked up an over the 2nd highest peek, looked all the roads I could see from there for for Christine and Wayne, waved from the radio tower but saw no one. Almost walked down the backside cause it looked cool, but figured no water, no cash, not a good idea, so took the roads back down toward the dingy.

Back down, found the dingy and still no signs of the companion travelers, walked back to the supermarket where I last saw them, still to joy. At least now, I had cooled off and went back to the dingy as that is almost they only place we could meet. Hung out and and saw the ferry come in, a few mins later I spotted them on the beach. You would have thought it was a scene from the movie 10 with Bo Derick, I ran down the beach .. they were bringing me an extra cold 1664 (french beer) and all was forrgotten and we visited the beach bar for another round.

New Island, new adventure….. its what its all about.

Back on board, cooked/cleaned/laughed at the days activities and dreaded the proximity of this trips demise. Should be a fun sail tomorrow, we are going Atlantic side of Grenada. Not a particularly long sail but a side of the island we haven’t done yet and a friday morning haul out dead line.

Definitely on the down slide.. can slowly hear the work emails starting to actually take a precedence to the ‘ I suck cause I’m here and your not ‘ emails I’ve been sending recently.

Back into relaxation mode.

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Left Chatham after a bacon filled breakfast, cooked the whole package with the idea of using more on a sammich for lunch. Everyone knows thats a lie. MMMmmmmm Bacon. Quick trip into Clifton to clear out and some choice necessities and we stopped by Palm Island, another of the private islands in these parts. Palm island is one we have passed several times now, so we tried it out. The surge and the surf, made anchoring a little wierd, but all was good. Anything below high tide is public, the rest is private so we could really only walk the sandy parts. Pretty nice place, but the thought that one beer here was what 15 would have cost at a ‘normal place’ we just walked the beach. Of course we had lunch onboard before hand, so as not to be tempted to stay. Been there done that.. would take a special reason to stop again.

Our plan had us heading to the petites anyway, so it was into the wind, we were low on electricity, and the reef was between us and there, so a slow motor it was. Several hundred RPM slower than we normally run the engines at, only making 6 knots and enjoying the way.

There were 6 boats out a Mapion, an small spit of sand in the reef with nothing more than a palapa. Great photo spot, and famous in these parts, we kept going as we stopped there once already, and took our photos on the deserted island with nothing more than a palm tree. Dropped the hook and loved our view…. for a while. We know better, but haven’t learned, that as dusk approaches the view will change. Last time we were here a Sunsail group of boats camped right in front of us and stole the view, this time it was a couple of crewed charter boats that ended up coasting down on our anchor. No big deal, but its a big spot..

The crewed yachts had fun, they wakeboarded for all of 10mins before the rain came. We buttoned up, 20 mins later the normally windy area, we could see all the way to the bottom of the 30 foot water as clear as day. We could see the poor starfish that was about to get upset on our next anchor swing. Sure enough he was moved without his permission, but landed the right side up, so we hope he quickly choose a new dwelling.

The vacation is getting near the end, the cooking gets crazy. Threw down on a polish dish we normally eat at christmas figuring we’d throw at least 1/2 of it overboard as it very rich in buttery goodness. Damn if we didn’t finish it all. Needed more fresh mushrooms, but did we could with what we had.

Lovely day….