16 December 2016 | Bequia
08 December 2016 | Secret Harbor, Grenada
27 November 2016 | Prickly bay, Grenada
26 November 2016 | Prickly Bay, Grenada
19 November 2016 | Grenada
14 November 2016 | Siesta Hotel, Grenada
06 May 2016 | Spice Island Marina, Grenada
17 April 2016 | Secret harbor marina, Grenada
13 April 2016 | Secret harbor marina, Grenada
06 April 2016 | Tobago Cays
31 March 2016 | Pricley Bay, Grenada
29 March 2016 | Pricley Bay, Grenada
26 March 2016 | Prickly bay, Grenada
26 March 2016 | St. Vincent
20 March 2016 | St. Lucia
09 March 2016 | Martinique
05 March 2016 | Roseau, Dominica
03 March 2016 | Plymouth, Dominica
23 February 2016 | Iles Des Saintes
Barnacles are growing
06 January 2018 | Prickly Bay, Grenada
Partly Sunny with a storm rolling in just in time for me to leave
Mile High Dream is tugging at her mooring lines. She is ready to start heading north. The big question is am I? After arriving in Mid November and spending countless hours cleaning the boat, fixing engines (both inboard and outboards),replacing worn lines with new lines, and completing the never ending chore list she is finally ready. At least I hope so. A very close friend come down over Thanksgiving to help with my boat prep and get me organized. Getting me organized is the hardest part but she is very talented with that task.
I then left for two and a half weeks to do volunteer work in a Mayan village in Guatemala. That was an experience of a lifetime which I will treasure forever and may even go back and do it again. Not speaking their language and having no one there who spoke English for 10 days was very enlightening to say the least.
This was the first year I spent Christmas on the boat without any of my family. I invited another family of a longtime friend to join me. My self and her family of five with her husband, and three children ages 17-23 spent a marvelous Christmas together. it was her first time not being with her family also so things were different for all of us. Six is the largest number I have ever had on the boat at one time and we did great together. Sailing north to Tobago Cays to snorkel, hike, enjoy lobster beach barbecue, and explore new islands and local towns is a treat for all of us. Music filled the boat with the gift of their voices and many evenings were spent playing games if we were not to tired from the days adventures.
Now it is again time to leave this paradise of Grenada. It would be very comfortable to stay here like many sailors do. There are many friends that I have come to know over my years of sailing. It is amazing to me that this is the fifth year that I am enjoying the cruiser's lifestyle. The shopping is good and I am getting be very familiar with the island. To give all this up for the unknown is always hard. I did buy a sailing vessel to take me to different place and not a home on the hill. I guess that says it all.
Tonight another friend will join me for our sail up to St. Lucia. Once we arrive, she will fly back to Grenada so she can go back to work at the University here.
The new year of adventures has started. What will it bring this year?
I'm back in Grenada
20 November 2017 | Prickly bay, grenada
Greg, hot and humid
SailBlog nov 2017
I'm back. Summer went way to fast and I am here in Grenada busy doing boat chores. They never end and this year they are much worse. Thinking about my friends who have their boat or what is left of their boats in St. Marteen, Puerto Rico, B.V.I, and all of the other hurricane ravished islands, I am very happy to have a boat to work on.
Mile High Dream is starting to show her age with more water entering through somewhere that is good(acceptable). It is never good so I had the marina take the keel off, reinforce the hull and then reattach the keel. Now that MHD is in the water, the water is no longer flowing in thru unknown places.
With any project, they lead to more projects. The mast was removed to balance the removal of the keel. Wires were cut and now I busy trying to find out how to reattach them. I think it might be good to have a reliable working radio, depth gauge and a few other navigational items.
I then took the time to paint the bottom of the boat. Busily working away my boat neighbor came buy and asked " did you buy the paint here."
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"They have a deal going that if you buy the paint, they apply it for free."
Now I find out. Such is life in the boat yard.
The out of water projects finished, I splash MHD and hook her to a mooring ball. I attack the inside projects. With the intense heat and humidity, I try to finish early and then head to the beach to soak in the cool clear Caribbean waters.
It is good to be back.
End of season
25 April 2017 | Grenada
Hot, time to go to cooler weather
SailBlog April 25,
"What happened to the motor. I can't hear it running," my first crew mate asked.
" We just sailed close to that fisherman, maybe he hooked his fishing net," as I try to restart the motor. " I think our sail trip will be cut short until we can figure the engine problem out,"
"Holy crap that was a big wave," I say as we both sit drenched from salt water that just flooded the cockpit.
"It covered the entire boat," exclaimed John my crew ate at the time.
"Oh my gosh. This is unbelievable. How fast are we going." Asked another crew member.
"We are around seven knots. That is a great speed for this boat," I answer. "There's a turtle just sitting on top of the water. That's a big one too."
These are just some of the events of this year. Mile High Dream is starting o show her age. Things are breaking and other parts just need to be replaced. It's a boat. Break out another thousand.
Is it worth it? Absolutely. The challenges keep me young and the new adventures keep life alive.
It was a wonderful year sharing this experience with family, old friends and new friends. The gift of sailing is something I enjoy giving to others.
Mile High Dream is now on the hard (on land) in Grenada. I will be doing some necessary repairs on it this summer to get me ready for next year. In the mean time I will raft down the Grand Canyon, travel to Italy to sing in Rome, and then be back to enjoy Colorado. It is a tough life but someone has to do it.
Remember the good times
17 April 2017 | Prickly Bay, Grenada
SailBlog April 17
My Caribbean sailing season is reaching it's end for this year. I picked up my last crew member, Gwen, in St. Lucia.
She agreed to take some of her Easter break while her students were gone and help me sail Mile High Dream back to Grenada where she works at the university. I had just finished a wonderful week with great friends and excellent sailing.
This week proved no different. Winds were excellent with calm seas. The motor ran only for a short time every day since we could raise the sails and move right along between five and six knots.
We took time to climb Grand Piton in St. Lucia. I asked Gwen if she was interested and she told me it had been on her bucket list ever since she read an article about it. Ok off we went, only two miles one way. One way straight up and then straight down. What a view and what a work out.
We then did a long sail to Bequia. Here we met with old friends, both mine and Gwen's. We were there for the start of Bequia's Easter race week. Some sailors from Grenada had come up to race so we stayed long enough to watch the start before sailing south.
The last five weeks of sailing with family and good friends, fair winds, and calm seas reminds me of why I do this. I forget about the dingy flipping over creating a yard sale on the ocean bottom, the leaking keel that needs repair, dingy davits that finally failed, or the constant attention to the motor to keep it running. These are part of the cruising lifestyle that I have chosen and the wonderful days that make it all worthwhile.
07 April 2017 | Rodney Bay St. Lucia
Guest Blogger, Jen
I’m pretty sure Amanda thought I would say ‘no’. This last week has been heaped with adventure and new experiences:
Arriving is just the beginning Our driver got us to the marina in one piece. A couple of detours - scenic vista, hot island bread, back to the hot island bread place because he dropped money, chasing down the other driver that picked up his money…
St. Anne’s was our first stop after leaving St. Lucia. As we sat in the cafe Sunday morning, feasting on pastries and checking email / catching up on Facebook (hey, you grab wifi when you can), Amanda noticed a picture of Vanessa holding a mahi mahi and hijacked Greg’s newsfeed to ask ‘when do we get to see you again?’. Turns out, Francois and Vanessa were on their way to St. Anne and found themselves anchored next to us. The next morning in Marin we met up with fellow cruisers Barb and Winston (former Coloradans on their boat My Island Girl) and their friends Lu and Sheila, and shared a morning beverage break while swapping stories. Next we loaded up on supplies (read: goodies from the patisserie, groceries, boat fixing supplies and more goodies from the patisserie), we got to have dinner with Francois and Vanessa, sampling Vanessa’s catch. Chantal and Marco joined also and the night went late sharing food, laughs and more stories. Our planned early morning departure departed a little later than planned.
It’s all fun and games until someone sits on the bananas: After St. Anne, we sailed on to Grande Anse d’Arlet where we anchored to ride out the impending North Swells. Lots and lots of swells. Like the kind that knock a slightly over-confident newbie off the ladder and onto a batch of bananas sitting on the counter. On the bright side - Greg now had a good reason to make banana bread.
Wednesday, still besieged by swells, we rented a car and drove up to St. Pierre, toured the ruins left by the volcanic eruption of 1902, found a wonderful cascade hike, and discovered parts of Martinique not usually seen by tourists, as we tried to avoid traffic in Fort de France. We also discovered that there was a gasoline strike, and only 8 gas stations on the entire island were open - and then only for emergency vehicles. Thursday’s excursion to find gasoline before we returned the rental car landed us at an amazing patisserie, wishing we had interchangeable stomachs so that when one got too full, we could switch it out for an empty one.
With the swells still swelling, we sailed to Les Anses d’Arlet for a calmer bay and snorkeling! And turtles! And more turtles! (Though not while snorkeling, unfortunately.) And a meet up with Barb, Winston, Lu and Sheila again who were anchored in the same cove.
The Three Day Tour. I find it amazing that out of an entire ocean, we catch sight of Why Knot IV and Invictus (Francois & Vanessa, and Chantal & Marco, respectively) heading out on their three day sail to Bon Aire. A quick call to wish them a bon voyage, and we continued on to St. Lucia. A few big swells, and quite a bit of heeling, underscored what true adventurers the cruisers are.
A huge thank you. Seriously, this is not something that I would have ever thought to experience. And what an experience it has been. Sleeping sideways on a bed so that the swells rocked me head to toe, not side to side; motoring over to say ‘hi’ to a neighboring boat; finding new friends around the corner; seeing lion fish, Sargent Majors and sea turtles somewhere other than an aquarium - not my usual scene. Your heart cannot be heavy on the sea, and the drunk guy on the plane ride over was right - it was truly a wonderful time.
30 March 2017 | St lucia
Sail blog March 30
Man testing the elements, waves crashing over the bow, winds blowing at gale force, every part on the boat testing it's maximum strength are what many think sailing is all about. Then there is today, with very light winds and almost a glassy sea.
I am sailing ( motor sailing actually) and writing this as I cross over from Martinique to St Lucia. I got Cherry off to the airport and I pick up my next two guests tomorrow. Today is the first day I have solo sailed Mile High Dream this season. With my current rate of speed I should arrive in time to clean the boat and take a nap.
After the terrible experience in Guadeloupe, the days have been quite calm and thankfully uneventful, except for beautiful beaches, calm soothing swims, dinners, and time with friends.
There is a saying that sailing is 10% of work and possibly terror, and 90% of boredom. I am enjoying the boredom hoping a whale will appear or a pod of dolphins or even a sea turtle. Until then it is just time to relax.