Vessel Name: Katahdin
Vessel Make/Model: Cambria 44
Hailing Port: Cape Elizabeth, ME
Crew: Larry and Cathy Clough
About: We have been cruising Maine waters for 30 years on a Pearson 26, an Ericson 34, and now a Cambria 44
Extra: On our first journey south we left Maine in early September of 2011 to travel to the Caribbean and back over 9+months. Now we've begun our second trip, taking it at a bit more leisurely pace.
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25 May 2016

Hashes, Hikes, and Hauling

Hashes, Hikes, and Hauling

18 May 2016


At the end of March we sailed along the east coast of Grenada from Carriacou to the bays at its southern end. Since we were not sailing in the lee of the island we took a precautionary seasickness pill, Stugeron, which is not available in the US but which, as a non-prescriptive medication, can be purchased [...]

06 May 2016

Carriacou, Grenada's Grenadine Island

I'd like to fire myself as a blog writer. I have no excuse for waiting a month before writing about one of the most enjoyable islands we've been to. In my defense I'd say that to start writing about Grenada and its islands is to acknowledge that the incredible sailing adventure we've experienced would [...]

25 March 2016

The Grenadines

The Grenadines

09 March 2016

St. Lucia

St. Lucia

21 February 2016

Martinique Sud, and a Sample of our Daily Life aboard Katahdin

Today is February 21st. We left St. Pierre on the 8th and meandered our way down Martinique’s west coast to St. Anne at the southeast tip of the island. Along the way we overnighted in 3 anses (anse is a Creole word for bay), with decent snorkeling and hiking, 2 nights in the yachting center for [...]

Hashes, Hikes, and Hauling

25 May 2016
Hashes, Hikes, and Hauling

I've talked about how great Grenada is as if I were painting it using broad, not fine, brushstrokes. But now is the time to add greater detail.

The 3 h's - hashes, hikes, and hauling - are a bittersweet composite of the most striking moments of our last month on Grenada. It's not that we didn't want to come back to Maine - the hauling part - but that we wanted to continue to enjoy Grenada, specifically the hashes and hikes. So, what is a hash?

There are hash organizations worldwide, and there even has been one in Portland though I believe it is not very active presently. A hash has been described as a socialized run (or walk) geared to "runners with a drinking problem". It was much more for us on Grenada because it was an opportunity to visit parts of the island we would not normally see as the hash venues change weekly. One week we began along the coast before heading inland, and other times we headed into the interior of this mountainous island. We experienced different eco-climates such as lush bamboo stands, partially dried out grazing fields for goats and cattle, and terraced terrain for the growth of spice trees, predominantly nutmeg. The distance covered was very doable at about 2-3 miles for walkers, and a bit more for the runners.

We cruisers were just a small part of the hashing crowd as the local inhabitants represented the majority of the participants. After all, the locals are the ones putting on the hashes. Thank goodness for that as the ambiance fitted them perfectly - the music was loud and lively and the BBQ jerk chicken was just spicy enough. Beers were sold at 3 for 12 EC$ or about $2.30 each, and the meal cost 15 EC$ ($6.00). As if we weren't enjoying ourselves enough we got to revel in the discomfort of others (such a schadenfreude feeling) rightfully so because we ourselves had been targeted as virgins on our first hash, and doused with shook-up beer. The trail planner seemed always to face condemnation for some drummed-up charge and as, as a result, was soaked by beer; he was also required to drink beer from a bowl while having his arm unbending within a PVC pipe. Granted, the routine doesn't vary much from week to week, but everyone seems to enjoy the fate of those who have offended the hash gods. This includes those wearing new shoes; their fate was to drink beer out of the offending article.

As you might imagine, cruisers and drinking go hand-in-hand, but not necessarily all the time. The second h - for hikes - started off with only water to drink but on the next two hikes, after swims in pools at the bottom of waterfalls, finished with wine, bread, and cheese. Somehow it didn't feel decadent at the time but just right. We had fellow cruiser Steve on Slow Flight to thank for these hikes; he and sometime fellow cruisers Lou and Claudette would preview the potential hike on Tuesdays, marking the trail if need be. On Thursdays we would use the local van as our transportation, asking Shademan (Patrick), Christopher, or George to pick us up at this place and that time. We can't say enough how accommodating the van drivers were; these 3 gentlemen with their own vans provided the means to go on the shopping trips, the hiking trips, the hashes, and even brought us to less organized events.

The last h - hauling - meant for us a lot of work in preparation for the long layover on the hard (land). The oil in the engine needed replacing, the bilge needed cleaning, the deck needed covering, all food stores needed to be looked over and either tossed out if opened, stored securely, or given away, the interior walls needed to be sprayed with vinegar water to prevent the growth of mildew, all washable sheets and towels needed to be cleaned, dried, and stored securely away, and boric acid/sugar traps laid out for any trespassing cockroaches or ants. Some of this we could do before Katahdin was hauled out at Spice Island into its cradle home, and some had to wait until it was secure on land. And with outside temperatures high and with the inside temperatures reaching 93 degrees, we were drenched by mid-morning.

We had allowed 2 and ½ days on the hard (on land) to finish all the preparations for summer storage, and we barely made it. But we left Katahdin in good hands with the Island Dream folks checking in on her every 2 weeks, and at a good marina, Spice Island, which has cruiser-approved security. It won't be until December before we return to take her out to sea again. Even though we'll be spending even more than a few days getting her ready for the upcoming cruising season it'll be time well spent; we want to ensure that next winter's sailing goes as smoothly as possible, and preparation plays a big part in making that possible.


18 May 2016
At the end of March we sailed along the east coast of Grenada from Carriacou to the bays at its southern end. Since we were not sailing in the lee of the island we took a precautionary seasickness pill, Stugeron, which is not available in the US but which, as a non-prescriptive medication, can be purchased from abroad (think Canada).

An 18-knot wind was behind us as we glided past Clark's Court Bay and Hog Island Bay before threading through the reefs into Mt. Hartman Bay. We were hoping to make this bay our home base for the next month or so, if all turned out well. It was a perfect match for us and outside of a 6 day sail back up to Carriacou and Petite Martinique and Petite St. Vincent we were extremely content to stay put.

What is it like to be a stationary live-aboard? Well, the phrase "summer camp for cruisers" covers the experience really accurately. In Mt. Hartman Bay there is easy access to land transportation and, at the small marina (Secret Island) at the head of the harbor, we have food service and social, physical, and cultural activities within the open-air restaurant (with free Wifi). For instance, on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday mornings at 8:30, we attended yoga classes and could have participated in aerobics on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We listened to amateur talent at open jam sessions on Tuesday evenings and to small music groups which come in on Sunday and Friday evenings. There is two-for-one pizza night with a movie on Thursday evenings, and this is just at our own bay. At Prickly Bay, one bay to our west, there are similar offerings and better Wifi and movie setups. Hog Island has a jerk chicken BBQ from mid-Sunday afternoon onward as well as the best beach around.

In regard to getting shopping done, we took the "bus" (a 16-seater extended van, vary common throughout these islands) towards the capital city of St. George. It stopped at predetermined places such as the bank, IGA, True Value Hardware, Budget Marine, and the local fresh produce facility, all for $15 EC round-trip, about $6 US. We were picked up near our dinghy dock and deposited right back there - how easy is that? It was a great way to start to meet people and to become part of the community.

Because there is so much happening in this part of Grenada there are boats in these bays that were launched at the beginning of the winter season and which never made it past the corner of the island. Our friends on Robin Leigh, Brad and Christine, whom we met while trying to do our first Med mooring at the Pointe a Pitre marina on Guadeloupe, had been enjoying themselves at Mt. Hartman Bay for a month. Because they are as active as we are we had no doubt that Mt. Hartman Bay would become a perfect last interlude on this voyage.

Of course it wasn't all idyllic, but close to it. It is the dry season in Grenada and they won't receive much rainfall until June or perhaps July so all was pretty brown and dried up. Not at all like the postcards of a very lush island, at least not in the southern part. On some of our journeys we did see that lushness but these places were predominantly more north and more in the interior of Grenada. And it started to become really hot during the last half of April, too much for these northerners. I'll talk about the great activities we did ashore in the next - and last - blog, Hashes, Hikes, and Hauling.

Carriacou, Grenada's Grenadine Island

06 May 2016
I'd like to fire myself as a blog writer. I have no excuse for waiting a month before writing about one of the most enjoyable islands we've been to. In my defense I'd say that to start writing about Grenada and its islands is to acknowledge that the incredible sailing adventure we've experienced would soon end with us flying home from the southern tip of Grenada, and then this wonderful interlude would be behind us.

As you can see from the photos, Carriacou is not the most idyllic looking of Caribbean islands. Because this is the dry season it is quite brown, it has limited tourist attractions ashore, and also limited scuba/snorkeling opportunities. It may even be considered a bit backwards - the main street in the main town, Hillsborough, wasn't even paved when our British sailing friends, Roger and Margaret, visited it about 25 years ago. Not a bad situation in the dry season but you can imagine what it might look like when the summer downpours begin.

It has, though, a inexpensive bus system (3.50 EC$, or about $1.40 U.S.) to ride into Hillsborough. These independently-owned bus/vans can carry about 16 unless there are children and then they can carry whatever number can be squeezed in. They are present virtually whenever you are looking for one, there are so many. In fact, they pause by the dinghy dock when they see us coming in from our boat and we gesticulate with large head movements whether or not we want them to wait.

Where we anchor - Tyrell Bay - is the real reason that we rate Carriacou quite high. This pleasant and broad bay sees little commercial traffic and is bordered by lots of businesses aimed at cruisers such as restaurants, scuba rentals, a small marina, and, a definite cruiser favorite, a coffee shop with a real espresso machine and a book swap. Obviously we sailors like these amenities and many tend to stay for a week or more. We found plenty to fill the 10 days we were here. The OCC (the British-started Ocean Cruising Club) was well represented and invited us Yankee OCC members to join in with them. Twenty of us would gather for lunch on Sundays, eat pizza together on Thursdays (the oven is only fired up on that day) as well as celebrating a few birthdays out.

There were occasional hikes, cocktail hours on various boats, and a trip to the windward area of the island where skilled boatbuilders still create sea-worthy crafts. And of course there was the ever entertaining bus/van rides around the island.

Perhaps it's just as well that the cruise lines, etc. have bypassed Carriacou. In our opinion this island is not in need of more retail, especially not those selling high-end merchandise for supposedly bargain prices. On Carriacou less is definitely more.

The Grenadines

25 March 2016
The Grenadines

It's ironic that we have thoroughly loved this grouping of 10 or so islands which are just south of St. Vincent, the mother island, which we had speedily by-passed. The network of cruisers and recent cruising news and publications, in no uncertain terms, advised all not to stop there. There's been too much thievery, assaults, and even a recent murder; we made straight for Bequia.

We have found on this trip that we need to invest sufficient time ashore to be able to say how much we like an island. Our first stop here was for only two nights as we had a calm period coming which would be best for visiting the Tobago Cays. Then we returned and found so much to do and see on Bequia that, at least for me, it's in the top tier of places I've enjoyed.

We anchored in Admiralty Bay, a wide, not-too-open bay on the west side of the island and fronted by Port Elizabeth. This town is cute but very functional; there are lots of places to shop and to eat, and it's easy to catch an inexpensive taxi here. Additionally there is a flat rock and concrete path a few feet above the water's edge which circles a good part of the inner bay. Strolling on it is a delightful way of reaching a waterfront restaurant or one of two beaches on the south side of Admiralty Bay. The one problem we experienced while walking to a happy hour bar was getting soaked going to and from the dinghy dock when the wind turned northeast and pushed the waves hard against this barrier. But the water is warm; if this had happened in Camden, our outlook would have been quite a bit darker.

We met up with Roger and Margaret on Golden Fleece here and took quite a few walks, including one out to the Hawksbill Turtle sanctuary on the northeast coast and to the Whaling Museum on the south coast. Yes, the fishermen of Bequia still hunt for whales, killing two last year. They go out in their gaily-colored long boats to harpoon the whales which in this day and age sounds so anachronistic. Apparently even this may be ending as we have heard talk that there will be no more whaling. Maybe that's why the Whaling Museum was closed with no signage indicating the reason.

In between trips to Bequia we anchored in the Tobago Cays, a small group of 4 small islands protected by a wide reef. Around one of these islands is a turtle sanctuary where no moorings or use of anchors are permitted. Also forbidden is putting anything foreign into the water: we have to use our holding tanks and all food scraps must be packaged for disposal well outside of this area. This was not a hardship for a four-night stay. It might become mighty stinky down below if four nights morphed into a lot more.

The water enclosed by the reef and these cays was simply gorgeous. The marine blues turn to a lighter blue then to a turquoise as the water becomes shallower, especially over a sandy bottom. And the reefs were humming with a good variety of fish, including one 7 foot lemon shark that I came upon unexpectedly. Needless to say I backed away carefully; where I found the courage to then snap its picture I don't know.

The next islands we visited in the Grenadines chain were Mayreau, near the Cays but very sparsely populated with about 250 souls, and Union, south of Mayreau, and by Mayreau's standards, overpopulated at 2500 individuals. We enjoyed Union, mooring near a reef in Clifton Bay and watching the kite surfers whizzing by. And, most importantly, I was able to get specific medication for my ongoing walking pneumonia.

I had seen doctors in Rodney Bay (St. Lucia), and in Port Elizabeth (Bequia), and both prescribed ciprofloxacin, a fairly broad-spectrum antibiotic. I knew the pneumonia was bacterial in nature from healthcare visits before we set off, and the levofloxacin I was prescribed in late October worked great, at least for 4 months. That's the drug I needed but which is not available in the Grenadines since the need for it is so minor that it is not stocked in these small pharmacies. I contacted my InterMed doctor back home who emailed down the scrip; the pharmacist on Union ordered it that evening and it came in on the last flight the next day. We picked it up within 48 hours of our first contact with the Union Island pharmacist. Usually I would have needed a local doctor to certify that I needed this drug before the pharmacist would be involved, but she made an exception for me, and for that I am extremely grateful.

I have heard similar stories from other cruisers about kindnesses they have experienced firsthand on various Caribbean islands. I can only hope that we as visitors enjoy, appreciate, and respect these people for what they have to offer and not to judge them harshly by our materialistic standards.

Next up, Grenada.

St. Lucia

09 March 2016
St. Lucia

The open-ocean trip from the tip of Martinique to Rodney Bay on the northeast corner of St. Lucia was very enjoyable. We averaged about 7.5 knots on a beam reach (i.e., from the side) with a typical trade wind velocity of 15-18 knots. Even the seas behaved themselves; in fact, outside of the long passage through the Anegada straight from Virgin Gorda, BVI to St. Martin, when we pounded into wind and waves for 13 hours, we’ve been happy with our passages. Of course, outside of that first passage we make sure that the conditions are right for us before we set off.

I’m not sure that we have a very good feel for St. Lucia. It certainly is a lush and mountainous island, though not on the order of Dominica. It also has quite a negative reputation in certain areas, specifically most of the mid-island southward. That’s a large area for sailors such as ourselves to want to avoid, and it is arguably the most beautiful. There are two problems that have arisen in recent years: boat break-ins and boat boy hassles. The first is self-explanatory. Boat boy hassles could be described as follows: when coming up to a mooring in the Pitons National Park, for instance, a boat boy would race ahead, grab the mooring line, and expect payment when he hands it over to you. In the interests of keeping the peace – and our boat safe – of course we pay. The normal charge is 20 EC $, or about $7 US, a very little amount for more peace of mind.

The real hassles occur when there are problems between the boat boy holding the mooring line and another who wants it for another boat. In fact, we were caught in between a major unpleasantness between 2 such parties and final just motored away. Our boat boy followed and found us another mooring further off in the same beautiful anchorage; we were glad to pay the 50 EC $ fee which goes to support the continuation of the fantastic natural beauty of this park.

We definitely see the gray area here – we know that it’s hard to make a living on these islands, but we are also very competent in handling moorings ourselves. Apparently this problem is only worse on St. Lucia’s southerly neighbor, St. Vincent. In addition, more violent crimes occur there against visitors, including the shooting to death of a sailor from Germany just 4 days ago. Needless to say, we totally bypassed St. Vincent.

But back to St. Lucia, particularly Rodney Bay. As we enter this expansive bay the headlands on the north side of this anchorage offer great protection to the boaters. This is Pigeon Island which, actually, had been an island until a connective peninsula was built. Pigeon Island had been used by the British to guard St. Lucia from the French and we could still see the fort used to defend the area. This turned out to be one of our favorite walks in this area. However, on the manmade peninsula a massive Sandals resort resides with a eye-catching orange roof, but no 28 flavors of ice cream. We anchored fairly nearby and sometimes enjoyed – and sometimes not – the excitement that the jet ski drivers from Sandals voiced out (very) loud. The music coming from that shore was very bearable in contrast to other anchorages.

Since two years ago, when a swimmer was literally cut in half by a speedboat that did not see him, the employees at resorts in this outer harbor area strongly encourage swimmers to make their presence loudly known. Larry took this to heart, sweet hubbie, and made me a pull-along from a life jacket. A picture of this is in the gallery. Even though there is a drag effect when I use it, depending on the current direction, I do feel much safer and much more visible.

There is lots of retail in Rodney Bay, but not too much else. We did walk over to the other side of the island to Cas en Bas for lunch and to watch the kite surfers in the protected cove. They are so amazing! I can’t begin to guess the speed at which the better ones go; I just hope that there are no just-under-the-surface obstacles to grab their boards and that they’re able to dance around the other kite surfers without a problem. It is a thrill to see them move so quickly.

Speaking about thrills, as mentioned above, at the Pitons National Park we moored in between these two huge lumps and marveled that they simply jutted upward hundreds of feet from sea level; these Pitons are the epitome of St. Lucia’s unique beauty. Perhaps if we had made this trip a decade or so ago we would have felt comfortable with leaving the boat locked all day at a nearby mooring while we hiked ashore, but not anymore. And that is a pity.

So, we actually saw little of the island. We would have loved to see more. The resorts that are scattered about offer great security for their patrons, but we sailors don’t have that expectation and we have to exercise caution sufficient to ease our concerns. The ones most hurt by the reduced spending by people such as ourselves are the ones least able to afford it. This had been the case in Portsmouth, Dominica until the boat boys agreed to take turns sharing what we sailors bring in and, in return, they provided great security to our anchored boats. That blueprint is out there for these other islanders to copy; perhaps in another decade things will be different?

Martinique Sud, and a Sample of our Daily Life aboard Katahdin

21 February 2016
Today is February 21st. We left St. Pierre on the 8th and meandered our way down Martinique’s west coast to St. Anne at the southeast tip of the island. Along the way we overnighted in 3 anses (anse is a Creole word for bay), with decent snorkeling and hiking, 2 nights in the yachting center for the region, Le Marin, then around the corner to St. Anne for a more peaceful stay.

St. Anne has it all. There is a seaside trail around the peninsula south of it where there are various bays and beautiful beaches. And there are trails cutting across the peninsula. For 2 days we rented a car for a longer hike around the Caravelle peninsula in Martinique’s northeast coast and for a visit to (another) rum distillery, Clement.

If the above events sound familiar, they definitely are. I think that a change of pace in this blog would be welcomed, even by me. So, the following gives a view as to what our daily life aboard Katahdin is like while we are at anchor.

First of all, no day is alike. Sometimes we have no idea what we’re going to be doing until well into the day. I can’t say that we’ll ever be totally content without some focus for some of the time while we are aboard. However, we are getting better at not planning until we see how we feel, what boat projects we have to get done, etc. This is especially true if we know we will be at anchor in a certain area for a while.

Normally we get up around 6 and Larry turns on the single side band (SSB) radio for work or weather related emails. SSB accepts signals that originate anywhere and which bounce off the ionosphere down to a receiver onboard. As the sun rises its solar particles cause more havoc in the ionosphere so Larry has to get onto SSB early enough to receive undistorted signals.

Then, while drinking our hot beverage of choice, we check our gmail accounts. Four years ago it was much easier to have WIFI reception on our boat; we would purchase a pass for a specific amount of time from either a restaurant or an Internet store ashore and the signal strength would be sufficient to reach us at anchor. Well, the retail trade suffered a bit from us and other boaters not going in to dine while using their internet so the signal is not boosted outward. Now we have to resort to another device.

When our son Andrew visited us during Christmas he used a Nexus phone that was tied into Google Fi, a beta operating system paired with Android. He could connect to any cellular carrier in 120 countries and be charged $10 for one GB of data with a $20 monthly fee and no contract. For voyagers such as us it seemed perfect. Larry’s sister Kathy brought down this new phone 3 weeks later and we use it to tether our devices to it. We have purchased 5 GB a month but if we end up not using it all, we get a credit back. Learning how to use an Android-based phone has been a bit of a challenge but it has certainly been worth it.

After a breakfast of either yogurt with cereal or eggs and bread/croissants, we tend to do chores aboard. There’s always something to be done. For instance, yesterday, we worked on scouring out the hose from the forward head sink that has been a slow drainer for a long time. There was a bit of calcium build-up within the hose but not enough to explain the problem. With a skewer I went under the boat and cleaned out the outlet while Larry worked on the leak from that thru-hull and the one next to it.

While under the boat I became disgusted at the amount of growth on the hull – barnacles, teeny shrimp, 1½ inch florets of some algae, etc. So, armed with a long-handled brush and a windshield ice scraper I went to work. After a bit I realized that what I scraped off was feeding a small school of 8-inch fish underneath me – what fun. This scraping is to be repeated, we’re sure, in a few weeks time as our bottom paint needs a new application to keep things from growing too fast as the warmth of the water and the incessant sunlight speed up growth.

Meanwhile, Larry took the dinghy and sped 2 miles into Le Marin, visiting 4 chandleries before purchasing the correct sized O-ring to finish the thru-hull work.

Chores down, it was time to have fun on land. We took the shore-side trail to a stunning beach where we ate lunch at a beachside restaurant and took in the scenery. It’s not often that we people-watch but, when in France, do what the French do, and we did. It was highly entertaining. On the walk back we swam for a bit, read from our Kindles, then, back onboard, relaxed, read, had dinner, read, then to bed by 9. Most of the relaxation time on Katahdin we spend in the cockpit, using the sun shades which attach to the bimini so we’re not dealing with too much sunlight.

What is it like to be at anchor among 167 boats? (Yes, we counted them one evening.) It is even more interesting than people watching on the beach. There’s a lot of movement going on, coming and going, either with dinghies or boats. The one aspect of being at anchor where we can get quite anxious, even upset, is when catamarans move near us. Somehow they don’t judge their anchor placement correctly and end up far closer to us than is comfortable. They can also steam through mooring fields, weaving between boats at anchor, in a way that makes us suspect that the captain is either showing-off, has limited experience piloting a super-wide boat, or, probably, both. Many of these cats are chartered boats and Larry has had to ask a few to re-anchor for the safety of Katahdin when the wind direction changes. And don’t get us started on the lack of scope (anchor line length) these chartered boats put out; how there are not more damaged chartered cats is mind-boogling.

In general terms, then, outside of some luncheons, we usually eat aboard but take day trips ashore, either to purchase items or to hike. There is always swimming though not always snorkeling. We do laundry every 3 weeks, get water and fuel at least every 3 weeks, purchase ice and food as needed, and look through our guidebooks regularly for our current or up-coming locations. We have tans, but never a burn. It’s time, though, for another haircut which will happen at our next stop, St. Lucia.

Katahdin's Photos - Main
We spent most of the last month of our cruise in Mt. Hartman Bay on the southern coast of Grenada. There is a wonderful community of cruisers in this and nearby bays, and we found plenty to do and new friends to make. What we particularly enjoyed were the hashes and hikes we did each week. Do ready the blog of the same name if you want to discover what a hash is.
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Created 25 May 2016
Grenada is, if not our favorite, at least in the top three. It is a large island, the people are fantastic, and there is so much to see and do that we were too busy to consider posting a blog. But, now that we're back in Maine, we have no more excuses.
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Created 6 May 2016
Petite St. Vincent (PSV) is part of its namesake, while Petite Martinique belongs to Grenada. They are both considered part of the Grenadine archipelago and are separated by perhaps 1/2 a mile. In fact, they are so far off the normal route that a boat can travel from one to another without having to clear customs on another island.
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Created 6 May 2016
Carriacou is one of the Grenadine islands; St. Vincent owns most of them but not this one or Petite Martinique. It is an interesting island, hilly with a shipbuilding heritage. We especially liked it because of the large number of cruisers who anchor for a while in Tyrell bay on the southwestern coast.
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Created 6 May 2016
The Grenadines are a group of tiny to small islands just south of St Vincent and just north of Grenada. With a few exceptions they are wonderfully welcoming and quite beautiful, though, because there has been a consistent drought throughout the past 10 or so months, there's not much greenery.
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Created 25 March 2016
From Rodney Bay to the Pitons, and nothing in between.
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Created 9 March 2016
On the way to our current anchorage at St. Anne at the bottom of Martinique we visited 3 other delightful bays along the way. We've been doing our usual hiking and swimming activities, but this blog also reveals what a "typical" day for us is like.
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Created 21 February 2016
During our first visit to St. Pierre we didn't go far afield. This time we did and have a new appreciation for this area.
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Created 21 February 2016
We had a fabulous time on this island, one of the poorest in the Caribbean. It has been blessed with fantastic beauty and we did our best to take it all in.
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Created 7 February 2016
After visiting the Pigeon islands and La Soufriere we were looking for places not so popular, and we found them.
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Created 26 January 2016
The photos are from two distinctive and well-known locations on this island. First, from the Jacques Cousteau underwater preserve at Isles des Pigeons on the west coast, and then from the hike up to the tallest mountain on the island, La Soufriere, a still semi-active volcano at almost a mile height.
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Created 16 January 2016
The photos are from two distinctive and well-known locations on this island. First, from the Jacques Cousteau underwater preserve at Isles des Pigeons on the west coast, and then from the hike up to the tallest mountain on the island, La Soufriere, a still semi-active volcano at almost a mile height.
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Created 16 January 2016
We spent most of the past few weeks in English Harbor which was an idyllic spot to celebrate the holidays with our family
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Created 5 January 2016
These were our last stops in the Virgin Islands where we spent a whole month. It's a great place, and lots of people know that as there are lots of other sailors such as ourselves.
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Created 18 December 2015
We're spending a few weeks lazily navigating around the numerous islands here, looking for great snorkeling and sunsets.
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Created 6 December 2015
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Created 21 November 2015
Katahdin ended up here after being a "passenger" on a freighter. We joined her on 11/15/15.
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Created 17 November 2015
Katahdin makes her way south to St. Thomas, piggy-backing atop a freighter.
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Created 13 November 2015
We arrived in Fernandina Beach on 4/11, and hope to be back in Maine sometime in the latter part of June.
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Created 12 April 2012
We expect to meander slowly northward through the Bahamas before we cross the Gulf Stream again.
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Created 17 March 2012
We overnighted to Luperon from Gilligan's Island in Puerto Rico, and spent a wonderful 5 days, having adventures out of the town.
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Created 17 March 2012
We took our time in the Spanish Virgin Islands, but sped along the southern coast of Puerto Rico
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Created 1 March 2012
We took our time traveling from Portland into the Chesapeake, enjoying some beautiful stops along the way
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Created 8 February 2012
Martinique is quite beautiful, and we've enjoyed our stay here. However, we will start heading back north in the next day or so.
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Created 7 February 2012
These include Anguilla, St. Martin, St. Barts, down to Guadaloupe and Dominica.
1 Photo | 12 Sub-Albums
Created 18 December 2011
We arrived in Nanny Cay in the BVI on November 21, and will travel around the BVI and the US VI over the next month.
1 Photo | 7 Sub-Albums
Created 21 November 2011
The rudder leakage issue shadowed our first two weeks in Virginia; after the repairs, even the sunsets were more spectacular.
1 Photo | 2 Sub-Albums
Created 8 November 2011
An album of many of the places we visited through Chesapeake Bay on our way to Virginia
1 Photo | 7 Sub-Albums
Created 18 October 2011