Day 267, Sunday March 16th
Well still in Rock Sound.
Because it is Sunday, everything is closed so we are hiking over to the
Atlantic side of the island in the hopes of finding a famed pink beach and
perhaps a restaurant for lunch. The
distance is only 1.5 miles each way so not a huge undertaking. We head off around 11 by the time we have
spent a leisurely morning reading, planning and dinghying over to the
docks.
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| Road to the Atlantic |
Along the road there are lots of lizards moving about in the
dry growth, and birds. More birds here
that we have seen anywhere. It may be a
bit more lush, perhaps a bit more rainfall here. There is lots of garbage along the sides of
the road. It is really sad to see the
lack of pride. There are a few homes,
most are very tired looking, a few “in construction” homes, which may take
decades to complete, and a few nice homes.
We reach the crest of the high point and can see the Atlantic to the
east and Rock Sound to the west.
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| Julie on the road to the Atlantic |
We continue walking and come to a “T” junction. Hmmm which way to go. A sign says restaurant to the left so off we
go. The first driveway to the right we
take as it looks like it may be the restaurant or a small resort. There is a lovely tennis court and the place
is in great nik, but as we get near the main building we realize it is a
private residence. We turn and head back
to the road and continue on. Soon we
find the road ends and there is a house/restaurant building but sadly it is
closed today. We should not be
surprised. We have brought lots of water
and a couple apples with us in the event no lunch could be found.
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| Julie on the beach over looking the Atlantic |
We retrace our steps back to the “T” junction and head the
opposite direction and find the beach access.
The beach is only a 500 yards or so from the road, so we are quickly at
our destination. The beach here is not
pink. It is not a great beach. Lots of reefs, and the sand is grainier than
many beaches, but it is a beach. We walk
along for a short bit, then plunk ourselves down on our blanket and stare at
the waves while eating an apple. So much
for an exciting field trip.
After a 15
minute or so rest, we head back whence we came.
The only difference on the way back was there was now a dead snake in
the middle of the road. Just a large
garter snake we think. We also got a
ride offered to us when we were about10 minutes from our starting point. At first we thought we should keep walking, but when they
asked, “are you sure”, we relented and hopped in. Lisa and Kevin are the names of our ride and
they are from Connecticut here on vacation for 2 weeks. Turns out they also had tried the same lunch
spot, so were now in search of an eating establishment. We knew Sammy’s was open so we all headed
there.
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| Kevin and Lisa with their travelers |
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| View of Rock Sound |
Lunch and Kaliks and comraderie were wonderful over
lunch. After 2 hours we said our
good-byes and headed back to our dinghy.
Once upon Jazzebelle we prepared to change anchorage as the winds and
waves were setting up from the south and there was better protection if we
moved in the bay about 3 miles. We had a
head wind of about 20 knots so we were happy we were bothering to move. The bad night at Shroud was still fresh in
our memories. We were surprised none of
the other boats were moving.
We got to the new spot in about 45 minutes, but
unfortunately the ground was iron rock with just a bit of sand on it and for
the first time we had trouble anchoring.
We went another 1 southwest and tried again and same problem. Uh oh was going through our minds. The whole time we are anchoring the shallow
alarm is also blaring away at us as it is low tide, and a full moon so the low
tides are very low. We have the alarm go
off when we only have about 18 inches under the keel, so we have enough water,
but it adds to the drama having the alarms going off. We decide to head back up the coast where we
came from a little bit to see if we have better luck and we are wondering
perhaps that is why the other boats did not move, they knew the ground was not
receptive to our anchor here.
So a ½ mile from the first spot we tried we get lucky, the
anchor finds enough sand to dig in. We
are glad otherwise we were just making our way back to where we had been
anchored the previous 2 nights. We mark
the spot on the GPS so we can track whether we are dragging or not. All is good for the 5 hours until we go to
bed so we should be good for the night.
We do get up and check a few times, but we are nice and snug and the
boat is quiet and still all night. We
wonder how comfortable it was for the boats that did not move.
Cheers
Julie and Dawson
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