13.49.382N
61.03.878W
While I tried to access the internet to order Mother’s Day flowers, Dale & Roger went in to check us out. Two hours later, both of us were steaming. Dale for having to wait for island time to end and me because the internet kept dropping me off line every time I started to get close to finishing my transaction. I can’t tell if my mother is getting one order of flowers or 12.
After Dale returned, we hoisted anchor and exited the lagoon, passed the marina and eased out of the channel that led into our home for the past few days. We turned into the wind and unfurled our sails into what proved to be a great trip. The waves were hardly bigger than ripples and the wind was all over the place. Generally it kept between 10-15 kts but it would drop down to 7 and up to 28 depending upon where we were located in relation to the steep mountains.
We pulled into a large bay to the outside of Petit Piton and with the help of a boat boy, snagged a mooring for about an hour to go snorkeling by the “bat cave”. Its been a while since we’ve snorkeled, so it felt good to get back into the water.
There was an abundant selection of coral, sponges, and fish with every color of the rainbow represented. There were several schools of fish; sergeant majors and others that I didn’t recognize. We saw foureye butterfly fish, blue tang, French grunts, parrotfish, yellow tail snapper, squirrelfish, flounder and the occasional porcupine fish. It was the first time for both of us seeing a spotted drum (a black and white fish with both stripes and polka dots). It was also the first time for me to see a squadron of to squid that appeared to be flying in formation around the reefs. No barracuda. No sharks.
After drying off, we slipped our mooring and circled around Petit Piton so that we were between the two Pitons, Petit and Gross. What a grand sight. There are hardly words to describe the majesty of these sheer mountains which appear to rise straight out of the sea. A few yards off shore, the depths dropped to over 200 feet. We grabbed another mooring at this location and prepared for our dinner ashore at a local restaurant called Harmony Beach, run by Benny & Marcelene and their family.
Little Ben came around in a skiff with the menu so that we could make our selections. Later he returned with some cousins to boat sit while he took us to shore to eat. What a treat. Since it is becoming late in the ‘season’, we were the only ones there. Marcelene prepared a wonderful meal for 6. Each of us had the entrée we selected but then she added just a touch of the island’s produce to each plate. We had a small amount of red cabbage, green cabbage and carrots, together with a slice of plantain, white sweet potato, yam, dasheen, and a couple more vegetables that I can’t remember the names of. This was in addition to the bowls of mixed vegetables and rice that were served family style.
When we paid our bill and prepared to leave, Marcelene and her daughter (learning how to wait tables), gave each of the ladies a grapefruit and a miniature clay pot made by the local artisans as gifts. The trickle down theory in action. They attract the cruisers with their restaurant but bought items from other locals to keep the money circulating in the community.
After dinner, Little Ben came back around in his skiff to take us back to our boats and retrieve the cousins. What a great concept. I didn’t question the need for a boat sitter, since the restaurant and the family came highly recommended. We all had a wonderful time and didn’t worry about a thing.
