Running around the yard trying to pay people (after work was completed) before splash had my heart a pounding but the lift guys managed to be me aboard before the Shack completely splashed and left shore without me. The boys were so worried about caring for the boat they forgot they were missing a crew member. But all worked out as it should and we floated to a mooring. Here is a great pic of Matt enjoying the boat life

I was up early, waited till 8am then went a shore to clear out of customs. I had printed out the forms back in Texas, didn’t pay close attention, but the year 2011 was on the file name when I saved them. I updated the passport info, but didn’t read the departure ports, so much for trying to be a Boy Scout. Those forms had us going to Trinidad. Wasn’t my smoothest customs interaction but we are leaving Grenada tomorrow as that’s what our paperwork says.

Back to the boat, and we still hadn’t put the ‘easy’ sail on yet. Wayne was sleeping or pretending to be. So Christine got to crank the jib all the way up. She did it all by herself, and since we were on the ball and there was a little breeze I think she had fun. 🙂

Motor sailed to the gardens, snorkeled over there, long swim so we got some exercise.

This is the view from the boat this eve.

The water is 90 feet deep here, that mast is a day charter boat over at the sculpture gardens, we swam over there from here.

Time for another beer and feed the crew some dinner.

We are on the water, it floats, One small leak on the exhaust hose, but we are good. Wasn’t much of a shake down, but we did pull out the jib on our motor sail over to the underwater sculpture garden.

Long day, long long day. We thought we did a lot work to get the boat ready for splash, we did and we finally made it to the water. A quick trip to the grocery afterwards and we are now stocked with food an beverages for a while. Only a few beers so we will definitely need more soon. IGA in St. Georges has just about everything you need, except for eggs. Eggs? Really, seems everyone is stocking up for xmas. I’m not sure what eggs have to do with xmas, but Boney our wonderful taxi driver hooked us up. After waking him up and saying we were finally ready for a trip to the supermarket, he came and picked us up at the marina. He had another trip coming in at the airport in a few hours. Sounded like no big deal. It takes about an hour to get to the grocery store, and of course we are not quick when grabbing grub for a couple of weeks, but we did it as fast as we could, even sent Wayne to get gas for the dingy while we stock pilled as many pringles as could be loaded in a shopping cart. We then got to the eggs, not on in the store. Can’t make breakfast tacos without eggs. Pancakes for weeks? Enter Boney. On the ride back to the marina, he called the farm, where he used to work, they didn’t answer. He called another lady on top of the hill, and yup she had eggs, fresh ones. Quick detour and we scored a ‘flat’ of eggs. Breakfast will be served.

Raced back to the marina, so Boney could get his next guests and 2 trips in the dingy loaded with provisions and returning with more cash as we didn’t bring enough to pay Boney. All is good, took longer than expected but Christine was able to pacify Boney and also order us dinner at the bar that closed 2 mins before we go there. A cold cheese burger in paradise is still a burger in paradise.

Back to the boat for heated game of dominos on the lovely table while Christine took an early trip to bed.