Hog Island, Grenada
12.00.050N
61.44.548W

We made our way out through the dinghy cut this morning and over to Mt. Hartman Bay to make our connection to the internet. It might be too soon to say but it appears that the low pressure system we’ve been keeping an eye on will pass us to the south. Still upon our return, Dale and I moved the boat up a little closer to the island and out of way of swells that might come into this anchorage.

This afternoon, Linda and I took their kayaks and paddled all around our anchorage and then through another cut over to Clarkes Court Bay. We passed 3 partially sunken Cuban cement work boats which had been given to the Grenadians. For some reason or other, the Grenadians didn’t quite know what to do with them, so they were left at anchor in the harbor until Hurricane Ivan blew them up into the mangroves. After we explored these a bit, we paddled over to say hi to Moon Goddess but no one was on board at the time. So, we paddled all the way back, up current and up wind. We definitely got a workout.

Later in the afternoon, Gary & Linda invited us to go snorkeling outside the reef, but with the wind and waves picking up, Dale and I held back. Gary told us later that we didn’t miss anything as the water was pretty cloudy.

This evening we all met up with Jeff & Sue on Raggy Chap, John & Debra on Sea Witch, and Len & Sue on Wind Dancer for a night of Julio on the Patio. Julio is a Spaniard who sailed to the Caribbean 20 years ago on a trimerand and never left. To this day, he lives on that trimerand. Although he is an extremely talented guitarist, he is also extraordinarily shy. On Friday nights, he plays guitar at the Whispering Cove Marina during dinner hours while Phillip & Shelly and their two young daughters, Melinda & Sandra, serve the most delicious meals. There were probably 30 people who showed up, including some medical students who came over from the college.

Dinner was served on candlelit tables set up under trees, open tents, or along patios where string lights danced among the small palm trees, bougainvilleas, and red sided haliconias. Small pots with candles were spaced around all of the walkways. Passion fruit vines wound their way through the trellises that formed the sides of the patios spilling their lacy white flowers overhead. A conch-o-nut tree was in one corner and several papaya trees circled from another. With live Spanish guitar music playing quietly in the background, and the bug spray only slightly more pungent than my perfume, it was a magical night.