Looking to Sea
February 25, 2011
How soon it takes to become a local at some foreign port. We have been here over a week and now we are starting to notice boats arriving and leaving as if we are locals. I have ridden my circus bike all over this place, seen visitors come and go and even stood high on a hill to see boats sailing to the cays around the area. We have had the good fortune to see boats we met some time ago. The point is that it is easy to see how locals little notice what to some is a dream, a cruise of a lifetime.
This is Junkanoo weekend which is the island version of Mardi Gras. Locals have activities planned mostly for tomorrow where parades with colorful costumes are used and there is a celebration of life in the islands. We will head over tomorrow to see some of the activities but this will be nothing like New Orleans, nor should it be. We have yet to see anyone with an attitude other than friendly. All speak to strangers and all are seemingly happy.
The Jib Room, the grill/bar at this marina served no food tonight. In fact, many of the marina grill/bars alternate on the food nights. Since our marina night is quiet, there is ample opportunity to stroll the dock and see boats from everywhere. The docks are very quiet here. I took the opportunity to just stand on the dock looking to the anchorage and remembering that same feeling over 55 years ago when I stood on a small fishing pier in Seadrift, Texas wondering what was “out there”. My imagination ran wild and now Bear and I can realize that what is over the horizon is worth the trip.