When we first planned our journey we were hesitant, but excited to tell most of our family and friends. Many thought we were crazy and being irresponsible; squandering away precious working years to go blow all of our money and ultimately become destitute. Few from our tribe (we hope you know who you are) could appreciate what we were trying to accomplish. Ultimately, they were ones who really helped us feel good about our decision (which we don’t regret at all, btw!)
Our friend Josh, who was one of our supporters (and quite the adventurer himself) knew he wanted to meet up with us at some point along our journey. We of course, were excited to have one of our close friends with us and go island hopping!
The first part of our trip wasn’t so great. Dave decided he wanted to try sailing up the windward side of Grenada because we hadn’t done it yet. Like it’s name suggests, there is more wind on the windward side. This is obviously good because more wind means more power and a faster sail up north. Adversely, there is also more swell and rougher water. Knowing this, I took some Dramamine before we left.
The sea on the south side of the island was lumpy. After going through a quick rain squall, we were both frightened and entertained by a distant water spout, which is basically a tornado on the water. Scary, right?
As we continued beating into swell, I knew this was not going to be a pleasant trip. Within hours of coming around the east coast of Grenada, both Josh and I were sick. We were taking turns puking over the side of the boat, groaning and laying down in the cockpit. It was extremely uncomfortable. If you’ve never been seasick consider yourself lucky. When it hits, it doesn’t let go and there is really nothing you can do, except be ill and want to die.
Round to Ronde & Carriacou
Originally, we were hoping to sail straight to Carriacou, which was only 40 miles away, but since two thirds of the crew was ill, everyone decided that it would be best if we rested instead. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at Ronde Island, a halfway point between Carriacou and Grenada. There were no other boats in sight and we had the anchorage to ourselves.
At this point, everyone felt much better, so not long after we dropped the hook we jumped in the water and swam to shore. We spent the rest of the afternoon snorkeling and exploring the beach.
The next few days were used to explore Tyrell Bay and Hillsborough by foot and bus. Josh wanted to get a dive in while he was visiting so we arranged for him to go on a Lion Fish hunt with the local dive shop, Lumbadive. Even though Dave and I only snorkel, were able to join the group and watch their dive from above. It was awesome.
We ventured down to the south side of Carriacou in search of clear water and white sand. We were quite satisfied when we discovered White Island and Saline Island. Water comparable the Tobago Cays is nestled around these small dots of land that are covered in palms and greenery. We only had to share the space with a single catamaran. It was the definition of peaceful.
Booby on board!
On our way back to Grenada, we wanted to try our luck at fishing and decided to throw out our line and troll. Almost instantly, a flock of Brown Boobies (Caribbean sea birds) that had been leisurely flying nearby began to hover at the back of our boat. They spotted our lure and thought it was a tasty meal. We watched them fly closer and closer to the bait to inspect it.
Minutes later, Dave turned around to see a bird squawking in the wind, flying from side to side and attached to our line.
“Bird on!”, Dave yelled.
We slowed down the boat and Dave began to reel in the line. The poor bird (terrified I’m sure) was getting closer and closer to us. Within moments, it was dangling off the back of our transom. We could see that our fishing line was wrapped around the bird’s wing.
Josh grabbed a towel and we managed to wrap the bird snuggly inside of it making sure to cover it’s eyes. Josh held the bird while I tried to untangle it. After having no success and becoming more frazzled, Dave handed over a knife and we just cut it free of the line.
Coincidentally, our friends Nigel and Mary on SV Osprey had the exact same experience just a week earlier. If we hadn’t heard how they remedied the situation, I’m not sure we would’ve been so sure how to get the bird safely aboard.
All good things…
Later in the afternoon we arrived back in Prickly Bay,Grenada. Dave and Josh ended things on a high note with a nice little surf sesh just south of the anchorage. We had an excellent time exploring the islands with Josh and are so grateful that we could share this part of our life with him!