Since I forgot to put it in the last blog after mentioning it, I’d like to start out with one of Grenada’s beautiful sunsets.
The reflection in the water is awesome but, without the clouds to dramatize the sunset, there wouldn’t be much to reflect. The cumulus clouds are big and fluffy and absolutely glow with the dropping sun.
Still trying to work off the extra pounds we packed on while away, Dave and I went for a hike around Grand Etang Lake. I love all the beautiful bamboo growing around the island. If only panda bears could take the heat! It would be the perfect island for me!
No pandas, but we did see a seriously long millipede. Grenada has the longest millipedes I’ve seen while out hiking, whether in California or the other Caribbean islands. They aren’t so cute and cuddly, but I like them and always watch to keep from stepping on them. They are basically harmless to humans and mostly feed on decaying leaves and other plant matter.
Grand Etang is known for the Mona Monkeys. They are elusive and you are unlikely to see them without the help of a local. There is one lady that called them for Dave when he and Steve from Slow Flight hiked up from Concord Falls. This lady always dresses colorfully and wears a hat full of fruit and plants and poses for pictures with the tourists. But to call the monkeys, she removed the hat and settled in for the long haul. Dave said last time it took half an hour before the monkeys showed up. She puts so much energy into her call, it must be tiring. She tried for at least 45 minutes this time, but the monkeys must have been too far away. Oh well, maybe next time.
Here is the picture of Dave from that successful monkey call earlier.
Dave decided to grow a beard. I am not a beard fan, so I am hoping it doesn’t stick around for too long. At least it has gotten past the pokey stage for me and the itchy stage for him. I think it makes him look very different. This is a terrible picture. I’ll work on getting a better one. But our focus has been on moving out of the cottage and getting the boat splashed.
The work was not complete and the sails were not all installed and rigged again, but Grenada Marine kicked the sail guys off the boat until they get it in the water. It seems they are as determined as we are to get it splashed.
The wind generator was a problem again. It was in the way when the boat was hauled and it was in the way this time. It sits too high on top of the dinghy lift system and the travel lift can’t get over it. They told Dave to go untie it, but the framing started to bow under his weight. So this smaller, lighter guy climbed up and worked around the travel lift. I was still nervous the blades or the end of the boom would hit the travel lift when the boat started swinging.
But there must have been ample room and I think this driver moved more carefully. The boat didn’t swing as much as last time.
After lifting the boat off the supports, we saw how good the keels look. The fiberglass was repaired and the bottom repainted: good as new!
My heart was in my throat as I watched her go by. It looked precarious, but she held.
After the boat passed by, Dave took a look at the empty space left behind. He tried to put the new sail car on the mast track himself and dropped a couple of the bearings. I doubted he’d find them, though, if that was what he was looking for. I must say that I was happy to see the emptiness there. We’re on our way…
As Livin’ Life neared the slip, everything looked great. Swinging was kept to a minimum and she went down into the water without any new damage. The sail guys jumped back on to finish up, as well as the engines guy and electrician. There was a couple hours of last minute work done before we could leave the slip.
Once everyone was done and off the boat, the guys gave us line assistance and we were off! Yay! We were back in the water and free to go. Well, free to go anywhere in Grenada until hurricane season ends. We stayed at a mooring ball that night to test all the systems and check out the work they did before leaving the area. We also tried to get started on putting the boat back together, but this required opening and emptying all cupboards, bombing for bugs, recleaning all cupboards and surfaces and dishes, and putting everything away again. This job was going to take days!
Saturday morning we left St David and the Grenada Marine area and sailed to Mt Hartman Bay. It felt great to sail again!!!! We called in and received a slip at Secret Harbour, where we hoped to stay at least until we finished provisioning, washing, and readying the boat. Dave was nervous about docking, thinking he’d be a little rusty. However, he eased right in between two boats just like a pro. Even the dock master was impressed at how easy it was to tie us up: no pulling necessary. That afternoon was hash time again. This hash was ridiculous. They are all hilly, since Grenada is anything but flat and the changes in terrain make it fun. But this was over the top. Up and down and up and down we climbed, over and over again. One descent brought us to a creek and we had to use ropes the hash hare (the person who lays out the trail) installed to get down. It was so steep. People were still falling down and sliding into each other. Once we got to the bottom, some people were trying to help a woman who broke her ankle coming down! Hashes are cool, but they are NOT worth a broken ankle!
Even though we started out dead last and I don’t like the hills, Dave and I passed a lot of people. I think we are reacclimatizing to Grenada weather now and we’ve tucked several hikes under our belts since returning. Whatever the reason, I definitely did a lot better. Dave was impressed and kept telling me how proud of me was. Gosh! Makes me want to hash again. As a happy guy, he took this selfie towards the end. His beard is getting longer!
After crossing the finish line, we waited for the others to return, filling our time eating popcorn and drinking beer (rum diet for Dave). There was a medical student lying on the ground with her foot raised on a crate. We learned her ankle was sprained. This was a tough hash! Someone brought a Nissan Leaf to the hash and you would have thought it was a spaceship. People were really tripping over it – and I don’t mean falling.
People were taking pictures of the electric motor and posing with it, crawling all over and in and out of the car posing for more pictures. On a small island, the short distance the Leaf travels between charges is not a problem. However, I wonder if the sketchy island electricity would be an issue. Perhaps not. It may be the perfect island car.
Finally, the festivities got under way and we got to watch all the fun. It’s always interesting to see who will be called out and why.
The hash ended with a near full moon, which became the super moon that eclipsed two days later.
But the evening’s fun didn’t end there. Devon’s van got a flat tire just as we pulled out of the hash parking area. While everyone broke into the roadies (beers) Brita from Blue Moon brought, Dave and I shared a reflective moment remembering all the flat tires we had to change on our rickshaw. We told Devon we could probably get it changed in less than five minutes for him. But Devon wouldn’t hear of it, so Dave just teased and tormented Devon until we were back on the road. If anything, it just helped our group get a little more sloshed and made an even ‘funner’ trip back to Secret Harbour. I am still catching up on all our activities. The boat is almost livable, so we took more time out for fun… coming next.