Strider is sitting out hurricane season in a steel cradle at Grenada Marine…
…while we spend some time in New England.
Owen Drives the Deere in Maine
Blaire in Blue Hill, Maine
Strider’s and Alchemy’s crewmembers at a reunion in Vermont
Fall Color in Connecticut
Owen and Megan have attended “classroom” school (ie, not “boat” school). We’ve completed some home maintenance projects. We’ve only been on the water a handful of times, sailing Beetlecats and J-70s, and just as too many banquets make a warrior soft-edged and slow, our time ashore has left us pale-skinned and overly comfortable with the trappings of consumer society. Time to return to the sea!
On November 30 I (Colin) fly to Grenada to prepare for launch and commissioning. It will take 2-3 weeks to return Strider to cruising form, and I’ll write about this when the time comes. For now, thinking about sails, rigging, and systems seems the perfect time to reflect on the past year – in particular, what worked and what didn’t during 7,150 nautical miles underway. You can read about it on the Equipment and Maintenance page.
After leaving the Tobago Cays we sailed to Chatham Bay on the west coast of Union Island. We snorkeled the rocky point at the north entrance to the bay, drifting with the current along deep vertical walls covered with coral and sponges. Large schools of chromis and other small fish were herded towards the rocks by predator fish from below and attacked by boobies and pelicans nesting on the cliffs above. The bay is large enough for cruising boats to anchor with privacy, and a mile-long beach adds to the sense of tranquility. We ate dinner at an open-air restaurant on the beach. The food was tasty, but for the adults the best part of the evening was the sunset, a green flash, and a long, peaceful twilight. For Megan the highlight was the cake.
Near Isle de Ronde, a small island with black pumice and ash.
After a day dominated by customs and immigration, clearing out of St. Vincent and the Grenadines on Union Island and clearing into Grenada on Carriacou, we spent the night in Tyrrel Bay. The next morning brought perfect sailing conditions for the 42-mile sail to Grenada. With 15-18 knots on the beam we reached past Kick ’em Jenny Rock, Isle de Ronde, and down the windward coast of Grenada, making 7.5 knots with slight heel and an easy motion. Megan organized word games in the cockpit, Owen read an illustrated novel, and Colin got a big strike on the trolling rod, causing 20 seconds of excitement before the leader broke. Mostly we enjoyed speculating about the islands’ geology and the apparent evidence of volcanic eruptions, ash and lava flows, and erosion. We will try to learn more about island geology during our time on Grenada.
Bearing off down the south coast of Grenada we ran wing-and-wing. With the jib on the pole and the main held tight by the preventer, we surfed comfortably and chased down a catamaran with a mile-and-a-half lead. Then we jibed and bore up into Prickly Bay, Megan posing near the entrance for another lighthouse picture. We anchored under small cliffs topped with well-kept homes and flower gardens, surrounded by live-aboard cruising boats, many of whom call Grenada their home. We said good-bye to Sheila the next morning, and now we are excited to get to know Grenada and its people.
A few more pictures the Grenadines:
Shipwreck on Bequia
Blaire at Tobago Cays
Tobago Cays from below deck
Leaving Tobago Cays via the southwest channel
Abandoned house perched on west coast of Carriacou
North shore of Union Island
Kick ’em Jenny Rock, next to the underwater volcano with the same name
Isle de Ronde, with ash or sediment between two peaks at center