Time to roll.
In the morning we will be up and at em, cooked most of our food in the freezer. Grill wasn’t cooperating with the wind blowing.
New island for us today. We dingy’ed over to Petite Martinique to check it out.
Farther than it looks from the anchorage, but super friendly and social folks over there. We arrived and the dock master asked that we tie the dingy to the other side of the pier, super nice. We did, and then I asked if that was sufficient and we were off.
Rolled on shore, and walked along the beach all 3 of us together (note this), we saw the cute bar that Wayne read about in the guide, we saw a supermarket. Since we had forgotten a water bottle one was in order, Christine took care of that. We kept walking and found another market and Christine/Wayne checked it out for Sprite.. I said I was going to the end of the beach which, while Christine looked for sprite. The end of the beach was around the corner, but I’m wearing a bright RED t-shirt and Wayne saw me round the the corner.
Long story short, the beach dead ended, I turned back and they were gone from the market. I saw the street, I walked up there, walked right for a while.. didn’t find them, stopped, Walked back to the market, still no joy. Walked back to the beach bar.. still no luck. I had the dingy keys and the mother ship was a few miles away so I was okay, but I had no $$ so no beer or water for me. Oh what the heck the island is called Petite for a reason, I can do this.
I walked left to the end of the road, then went off road, found the hurricane side (rocks and not much else), just me and the goats out here, I walked up an over the 2nd highest peek, looked all the roads I could see from there for for Christine and Wayne, waved from the radio tower but saw no one. Almost walked down the backside cause it looked cool, but figured no water, no cash, not a good idea, so took the roads back down toward the dingy.
Back down, found the dingy and still no signs of the companion travelers, walked back to the supermarket where I last saw them, still to joy. At least now, I had cooled off and went back to the dingy as that is almost they only place we could meet. Hung out and and saw the ferry come in, a few mins later I spotted them on the beach. You would have thought it was a scene from the movie 10 with Bo Derick, I ran down the beach .. they were bringing me an extra cold 1664 (french beer) and all was forrgotten and we visited the beach bar for another round.
New Island, new adventure….. its what its all about.
Back on board, cooked/cleaned/laughed at the days activities and dreaded the proximity of this trips demise. Should be a fun sail tomorrow, we are going Atlantic side of Grenada. Not a particularly long sail but a side of the island we haven’t done yet and a friday morning haul out dead line.
Definitely on the down slide.. can slowly hear the work emails starting to actually take a precedence to the ‘ I suck cause I’m here and your not ‘ emails I’ve been sending recently.