Early Sunday morning we boarded "Monowai," a 38 foot Bavaria, out of True Blue Bay, Grenada, WI.
Our first sail was a 40 mile trip up to the island of Carriacou. This included a fun little portion barely missing the exclusion zone around "Kick 'em Jenny," an active underwater volcano. It also meant open ocean sailing complete with 15 foot swells and lots of salty water crashing over the bow. Though we weren't sure if the volcano was rumbling during our time of passage, it certainly didn't blow up. Needless to say, we arrived safely in Tyrell Bay, Carriacou.
We exited Charlestown Bay early the next day and sailed a beam reach back to Clifton Harbor to check out of the Grenadines. Just as we lowered the sails a crazy wind blew in creating nasty swells, which consequently treated us to a gratis salt-water bath (ie. water splashing over the bow and thoroughly drenching us...at no cost). Even as we entered Clifton Harbor there was still quite a bit of wind--it was somewhat difficult to anchor in these conditions, but we managed. Luckily both customs and immigration were present so we took care of business and split. Our stay that night was back in Tyrell Bay. There we enjoyed many Caribs, rum and coke, fresh oysters (courtesy of Simon who brought them over in his boat and shucked them right in front of us), a sunset, and dinner ashore at one of local restaurants (shortly after dinner, some sort of albino bovine made its way down the road, stopping to chew on some leaves--terrifically entertaining).
We had our pick of some great restuarants ashore and we went with Red Crab. Good choice, since they grilled up a wicked lobster tail. On our way back, there was a kickin' party near the marina complete with a live band. Every hand held a Carib while dancing in an effort to "live it up, live it up!"
Our last day began with a rugged rainfall, but it let up just in time for us to safely return the boat and enjoy some pool time. Sometimes the best part of a sailing trip is lounging in the pool after you've returned the boat (ie. when the possibility of running aground, hitting another boat or a reef, capsizing, being taken by pirates, etc is no longer pending). Overall, this trip was a great addition to our sailing resume. Though I logged zero miles of running during the trip, I had plenty of exercise pulling on sheets, steering against the elements, and fending off moments of fright. Sunday when I headed out for a loop in the park, I felt pretty good--and enjoyed spectating the Scotland 10K while I ran. I kept a slow but steady pace and ended my week with a total of seven miles.
I'd like to end with a shout-out to the best Captain ever!! You rock!!