Christmas Dinner and Family Arrival
28 December 2009 | Maho Bay and Nanny Cay
I must try and describe the events up to our Christmas dinner; in hindsight it was amazing. We had tried to find a mooring in White Bay, Jost Van Dyke for swimming and then dinner ashore. No room at the inn for Lucky Bird so I suggested we head over to Maho Bay, St. John. All agreed so off we went, no wind so we powered for an hour arriving at Maho Bay by mid morning. We spent the afternoon swimming and meeting people on the beach and asking about a restaurant for dinner. Someone suggested the Maho Bay Camp and thought they were serving a traditional Christmas dinner. Where was it and how to get there were the operable questions for the afternoon. Again an acquaintance on the beach suggested we follow the goat trail up to the top of the hill where we would find the restaurant. So just before dark we dinghied to the beach and struck out for the goat trail, Laura, Alice and my Mom, a very young 87. We found the trail and I can say with certainty it was a goat trail through the woods and straight up. Rocks, tree roots, dirt and fading light presented us with quite a challenge. Mom to her amazing credit stuck to it and while holding my arm managed to make it to the top, no small feat, hurray for the Mom.
The Maho Bay Camp was such a surprise, tucked into the mountains of St. John almost invisible from the water below are 180 or so canvas covered camp sites. Pretty sophisticated camp sites as Alice said. Getting to the restaurant reminded me of the Star Wars movie episode and the little people living in the trees. We were literally at the tree tops looking down at the harbor way below. The wine and dinner we perfect; turkey, ham and all the fixings, we felt we had earned our very special dinner, and then, we had to reverse it all and get back to the dinghy and Lucky Bird. Fortunately Mom did not have to do the goat trail. She and Alice took another route to another beach; 182 steps down. Laura and I with led lights in hand, worked our way back to the beach and found the dinghy. A quick ride around the point to the next beach area and we picked up Alice and Mom.
All and all a very special way to experience our Christmas dinner. The Maho Bay Camp is not for you 5 star hotel folks, but it is a marvelous place to behold.