Do you ever wish you were a bird? Free to roam, fly high and far and wide?
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We left Mopion needing to find a place for the night.
We headed towards towards PSV (Petit St Vincent) and circled around, exploring, until we finally dropped anchor in the cut between PSV and Petit Martinique.
The private island and resort in PSV seemed to be in full swing of repairs and renovations, it being low season and all,
however the party seemed to be on in Petit Martinique, and we could hear music from clear across the way.
A snorkel and a swim, and it was time to air out our wet laundry.
A calm and quiet night, watching the sunset
and planning our future voyages.
The next morning had us waking up to blue skies and favourable winds
which had us raising our sails and heading down the windward side of Carriacou. It was a beautiful sail
through the cut,
the elements raw,
past the jagged looming rocks,
being pounded by the surf.
"Don't you love this?" asked Dave, totally in his element. Navigating the shoals and tweaking the sails and pointing the boat where he needed her to go, and she responded in kind just like a lovers caress.
(I on the other hand, was trying very hard to snap close up photos of the damn birds, all in between winch pulls and let-outs!)
And for the moment of the day, we sure felt as free as the birds as we explored our way, past the heights of this impressive rock formation,
and behind it, in the quiet of the bay, finding our home for the night,
at Saline Island.