After that delicious lobster dinner, it was hard to leave Jumby Bay. I wasn’t particularly fond of the anchorage, but it was nice having access to such yummy delights. However, we needed to go because Dave had an appointment for another kiteboarding session. We said goodbye to our friends and thought we would be in Nonsuch Bay all by ourselves. Things don’t always go as planned, though.
Mowzer showed up! Hooray! Weather was coming in and Jumby Bay was already not the calmest of anchorages, so they decided to follow. Just like that! Awesome! Let the good times roll.
And then Blue Moon arrived, too! Isn’t great to have friends around? We were very glad to see them. Dave checked with Slow Dancing, who remained in Jolly Harbour out of concern for their house batteries when we left for Jumby, and learned that they went to Falmouth. Our friends on Wild Cat, whom we haven’t seen in months, were also going to Falmouth. Maybe that will need to be our next destination.
But for now, Dave had some serious shredding to do. He is getting really good. He can go straight for a long time now and can even go the other direction without any problems. Now he is learning how to make the transition – turning around without stopping.
His big splashes now are from trying the new maneuvers. I think he was just starting the turn here.
His skills and confidence have increased greatly. Now he cruises by big ol’ yachts like nobody’s business. Even the cockpit full of people watching didn’t intimidate him.
His instructor watched and cheered Dave on from the dinghy. I could hear him all the way across the bay. I liked this guy. He kept apologizing to Dave for being stuck with the German. What’s wrong with Germans? Apparently they really know how to kiteboard. I can’t wait until Dave can come in closer to the boats. He is so far, I am using my big zoom lens to capture him and he still looks like an ant.
Dave wants to learn to jump, but he is not quite ready for that. His instructor told him once he flies, he’ll be forever hooked. I don’t doubt that at all. He’s already been talking about buying the equipment and trying to figure out where to stow it.
Slow Dancing changed their plans and arrived bright and early the next morning, just in time to join the party. Man, it’s like old times at Camp Grenada – now it is Camp Antigua.
We couldn’t let Dave have all the fun. We organized a beach party and broke out all the toys. First up, paddle ball, always a popular choice. Jason is a master at diving after the ball. He may not actually hit it, but he always looks like he is absolutely enjoying himself.
Meanwhile, Brita showed some serious stand-up paddleboard (SUP) skills. I tried it and can stand up, but once I got to that first sailboat (in front of Brita in the picture) the wind was too strong to paddle against. I paddled and paddled and was actually going backwards. I figured I had best decrease my windage before I ended up on the other side of the bay, so I sat on my knees and paddled in. Much better!
Melissa took the kayak for a spin. It is so much more Zen than the SUP, in my opinion. You can row hard and fast or just serenely paddle along at a leisurely pace, like Melissa did. This bay is just fantastic for playing. The water is clear and warm and protected by the reefs. We have to be careful or we may be tempted to grow roots here. Dave already scheduled two more kiteboarding lessons! We have stayed so long in Antigua, our cruising permit expires soon. We either have to extend it or leave by Friday, February 19. In the next blog, I’ll talk about the weird thing we found on the beach… or should I say in the beach?