Every Sunday there is a BBQ at Roger’s Bar on Hog Island. This is where we originally anchored, but we moved to Hartman Bay. Hog Island is still accessible by a scary dinghy ride. Southern Grenada is shaped like fingers with protected bays in between.
To get to Hog Island, we have to go around one of those fingers and leave the protection of land. It is still relatively protected by reefs, but it is those same reefs that worry me on the dinghy ride over. You have to aim for a little white flag of surrender to squeeze between very shallow areas, while waves are breaking all around you. During low tide, even this waterway is really shallow. That doesn’t worry Steve from Slow Flight. He just throttles through full speed ahead. “Ahh, I’ve done this before. No worries.” I swallow hard and hold on tight as I watch the rocks pass just below us.