The day after a long passage is always a restful one and to boot we had caught some sort of bug that had us staying close to the heads, and lacking a wee bit of energy.
Banyan is, for the moment in the very secluded bay that is Anse de Colombier. Off her bow is quite a perfect looking beach, and we find ourselves on a (free) mooring ball, as this bay is part of the St Barts Marine Reserve. The mooring balls are an attempt to preserve the seabed, and which has with time, allowed the grasses and perhaps, dare we hope, some coral (?) to return. We definitely noticed a few turtles swimming around, poking their lovely heads out, as if saying, thank you, it's great to be back.
The Rockefellers originally owned this land, and built a house on the Southern Hill, of which I was sure I had taken a photo, but today, in looking back, I guess I hadn't. Oh well, I guess that that (wink wink) makes a good excuse to go back, n'est ce pas? That and the fact that we were "overcharged" when checking in with Customs, more on that story later.
Anyhow, here it was Sunday, and we might have been a day late in true Grenadian Hash Fashion, but running (no pun intended) on a better late than never schedule, w'all (which means we all, which means:
Izzy R, Imagine of Falmouth, Spirit of Argo, and us) assembled this afternoon on the beach,
and ready to tackle the steps off the beach and see where our running-shoe'd feet take us.
The views, no matter which way you turned, were spectacular,
the high cliff ridge path easy to follow,
walking through some shaded inland spots,
up the hills, down the hills,
the Cactii standing tall and at attention,
and sometimes even going through the hills.
Pretty impressive,
and I'm sure that Quinn (
Spirit of Argo) was happy to stop when it was all said and done
and we were in the vicinity of the beautiful Anse des Flamands.
...(To be Continued)...