We spent the first night in Scotland Bay to unwind from nearly a month of work, to perform last minute checks, and to make ready for an 04:00 early morning departure. I used our MaxSea navigation program to calculate a weather routing for the 100 mile jaunt north to Grenada’s west coast, and the routing had us following an arc to the west, something we’d never done before. It turned out to be the fastest crossing we’d ever experienced on this passage. I should’ve been so smart earlier!
Both Native Dancer and Ocean Angel had guests flying into St.Lucia to spend a couple weeks as crew, and we were planning our travels to arrive in Rodney Bay with time to spare, time to do all those boat chores in advance of our friends arriving. So we bypassed mainland Grenada in favor of spending a week or so on Carriacou, an island neither of us had ever really explored.
Anchoring in Tyrell Bay, we cleared into Grenada, made plans to take an island tour, to wander a bit, to eat out one afternoon, to do laundry, those kinds of things. Just really have some fun and get the season off to a good start. For the first few days we mostly kicked back on the boat, adjusting to our wonderful home on the water.
One day we heard that a local butcher would be selling fresh meats on the waterfront, so Gary and I dinghied ashore to check things out. As we walked down the main street we began to hear a gnawing sound, the growling getting louder as we walked along. Soon, we spied a pick-up truck on the side of the road with a steer’s head perched on top on the cab. Walking alongside, we watched the butcher slicing away at the side of beef with a band saw set up on a table, flies swarming everywhere. We kept walking to the laundry where we dropped off our bags with promises they would be done Monday, after the weekend. Well, you know what they say about tomorrow?