This picture shows Laurie on a road in northern Grenada that has been slowly torn to pieces by volcanic upheaval just over the last 15 years or so. On each side of this road are what's known as JCB houses. These are very attractive concrete and stucco homes constructed by "Just Come Backs", or local people who have returned from the US or Canada with a little more money than they left with. The JCB homes on this road, however are abandoned with broken stilts and other structural damage. There was also a lake beside the road, but as the ground lifted, it drained down the hill.
We also have to worry about volcanic activity as we left Grenada. We sailed over an underwater volcano, called "Kick em Jenny", which pours out lava at such a rate that it will be an island within the decade. They're not selling options on this land yet though!
Ok, now for the photos to support our past fish stories. Somehow, we didn't get a picture of the 32 inch barracuda, you'll just have to believe us!
Who knows how long we drug this poor thing along! It would seem that something ate him though, and hopefully enjoyed it as much as we would have!
This is a nice sandwich sized fish. We really should have thrown him back, but it was our first catch coming out of Grenada last week and it was quite delicious!
We served this blue runner jack to our friends on Nahanni River. Absolutely wonderful fish!
As we pulled into Bequia, we spotted our friends, Doug and Wendy on "Nahanni River" the catamaran in the foreground. Check out the full moon on the rise on the hillside.
We're in the bay in Bequia at the moment and just a few minutes ago a huge squall came by dumping lots of rain. My laundry was hung on every wire all over the boat, I went running to get it all in (it was actually dry) when a pair of my underwear went flying into the water. Laurie was ready to jump in, but discovered that he had credit cards and money in his pocket. He threw it loosely onto the seat in the cockpit, but the wind was blowing it all over the place. He moved my laundry bag over it to hold it down, but of course while he was swimming to get my knickers, I moved the bag. The windows weren't all shut and it's a bit damp inside. Now, the laundry is in, my panties are rinsed, Laurie is rinsed, his money and cards are safe and the moping is done. The hell here never ends!
We're off to Mac's pizzeria tonight for dinner with a few others here in the bay. We just noticed Garry and Linda from "July Indian" anchoring nearby, so we'll have to get over there and get them invited! We leave for St. Lucia in the morning, early...4:00 to be exact!
