"Your life is a postcard," remarked our friend Phyllis. We had picked her and her husband Allen up in St Thomas and after a brief stint in St John, we sailed together to Little Jost Van Dyke in the British Virgin Islands. Her comment the following morning started the day's adventure. We took the dingy into Sandy Spit - a beautiful tiny island with gorgeous white sand on all sides, palm trees on top, and all of it surrounded by azure water. The water is perfect, with several shades of vibrant blues, and just the right temperature, cooling from the tropical sun yet warm enough to luxuriate in it for hours.
Allen and Phyllis have been friends with Dennis since his college days, more recently I’ve been blessed to enjoy their company too. Phyllis wears a great smile most all the time, and Allen keeps things lively with his guitar playing and singing. It’s great fun to share songs on the boat for sure.

Anyway, I swam across from Sandy to Green Cay, less than a quarter of a mile, looking at a triggerfish, blue tang and a school of parrotfish on the way. Large pelicans were diving for fish, looking a bit prehistoric with their large wings collapsing into their dives. On Green Cay I hiked to the top for a panoramic view of Sandy and Jost nearby, and large Tortola behind. It also gave me a birdseye view of Centime and her lovely anchorage.

Later the four of us went by dingy to climb Little Jost. The view was spectacular. I chose a large high rock to sit on at the top. And then, just when I began to think that someday I could live in the Virgin Islands again, we were treated to a visit by an osprey - a good omen - for a postcard picture perfect day!