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August 22- 26, 2002
Hog Island
After yesterday's adventure in Prickly Bay,
we were pretty keen on the idea of checking out some other
anchorages around Grenada and getting out of Dodge, so we
went in search of greener pastures. We took Force Five around
to Mount Hartman Bay to load up with water and fuel at the
Moorings base, and to see if it might be a spot we'd like
to camp out for a few days. Another tropical depression was
supposed to be coming through, and this time we didn't want
to be caught off guard.
Mount Hartman was nice enough, but in the
end we decided to join our friends on ¾ Time at the
less crowded Hog Island. It's a funny little island with nothing
more than a little hut for a bar (if you can even call it
that). Roger is the "owner" and he shows up at about
4:30 to see if anyone's around to give him some business.
During the week, it seems it was just us and whoever came
along. Two of which were boats we had seen in almost every
anchorage on our way south and finally had the opportunity
to meet: Yahoo and Sea Witch. It was interesting to finally
see how they matched up with the pictures we had developed
in our minds.
Our visit to Hog Island was quiet. We spent
time cleaning and doing some boat work. I dragged our cockpit
table over to the beach to sand and refinish it. We went adventuring
with the dinghy while trolling for fish. And on Sunday, we
joined in on a barbecue that Roger puts on for the yachties.
For the bargain basement price of about $5 US dollars, you
have your choice of chicken or fish and it's served with a
load of rice, beans, salad, and some calalloo (a bit like
spinach). Boats come from the anchorages all around and spend
their Sunday at the barbecue. A squall ripped through just
after dark while we were still on the island, and though I
felt a bit fretful for Force Five, she stuck in her spot just
fine.
We weren't there long before we made
a last minute decision to shove off for Tobago as the weather
front had just passed through. Grenada wasn't all that it
had been cracked up to be (in our minds anyway), and so we
opted to check out this other out of the way island before
our friends Cary and Keri came to visit in a few weeks. With
a last minute run to pick up some munchies for the sail, and
a few hurried good byes to the boats around us, we were off
Monday afternoon for our first overnight sail since our hair-raising
passage from the Saints to Martinique.
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