Clear into SVG

It’s a short sail north from Carriacou to Union Island, part of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines (SVG); still a slog though as once again we found ourselves hard on the wind, and we were forced to tack and finally to motor-sail for the last few miles into the harbor at Clifton. Friends often comment how we must be having such great sails with winds on the beam all the time. Nothing could be further from the truth as more often than not we find ourselves slogging to windward whether headed north or south through the island chain. IN winter, winds tend more towards the NE, and as summer approaches, winds move to the SE, thus, is you think about our timing and sailing direction, we are always headed into the wind.

Clifton Harbor in the Breeze
Clifton Harbor in the Breeze

Island Dream was just a couple hours behind, so I had plenty of time to get the dinghy in the water for Pat and I to putter in to Customs for the clearance in process. There are two options at Union Island – you can walk around the town a bit finding your way to the two separate buildings housing Customs and Immigration, or you can take the short walk to the airport where both officers sit within shouting distance of each other. We chose the latter and dispensed with all formalities in short order. No disease onboard, no stow-aways, and no dead bodies – we were good to go.

Island Dream to Starboard
Island Dream to Starboard

Pat and Darnell dropped anchor just a hundred yards off our starboard side, but by the time they let out enough chain to feel secure, they had moved quite a ways back leaving space for a couple of boats to squeeze in on top of them. The situation appeared to be safe for the night, but we all wondered what would happen in the morning when we both wanted to hoist anchor and head over to the Tobago Cays. We put the puzzle in the back of our minds for a while and dinghied in to have dinner and drinks at one of the little restaurants in town.

Kites Ahead
Kites Ahead
Kites to the Right
Kites to the Right

All afternoon and the following morning, off our bows and out on the reef, the kite surfers were having a blast putting on quite a show. Winds were steady in the twenties, and these guys were screaming across the wind just a few yards ahead of us. Quite the free sporting event with a front row seat.

Off to the Cays after Morning Jitters