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Freeman Bay - From the Top of Fort Shirley
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Arrived in Great Shape Considering the Red Eye Flight
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The Girls have arrived. We met Pam and Deborah at the Breeze
Way dinghy dock at 3 pm after their taxi ride from the airport. I’m sure boat life will look a little different
in the days to come. Glen has been
on his own, without Pam for most of a month overseeing Blue Pearl’s
repairs/replacements of her chain plates.
Jinder and I were only here a week but had helped maintain the manliness
of the routine. I’m not sure we
are going to get to eat a jar of pickles at each meal in the future.
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We Did Enjoy a Side Trip to Devil's Bridge
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Our short interlude between Jinder leaving and
the girl’s arrival was supposed to be down time and possibly a trip by bus into
St. John’s. It might have happened
that way if Glen had not noticed we were seriously low on water. While I couldn’t hear the cogs turning
in his brain, I was sure that he was casting a suspicious eye toward his
landlubbers guests, calculating whether they had used too much water on their
daily ablutions. Just before we
were both ready to throw the only absent guy under the bus with blame, Glen
checked a water pipe connection accessible through the stern cabin and “voila”
there it was, a water leak.
After a few turns of the connection all was good
and the lack of water should have been an easy fix except for the fact all the
facilities ashore at Falmouth (and English) Harbours were without water due to
a government system failure. A
phone call to Jolly Harbour (14 nautical miles north) determined it was an
oasis. We had three hours to get
there. Out came the anchor and
away we went. Averaging 7 naught
we arrived at the gas/water station with an hour to spare except that a boat
was already at the dock. We waited
with an eye on the clock. Just as
the previous boat prepared to leave a third boat hailed us, claiming our spot
saying that they had been waiting for an hour. Polite Canadians that we are, we pulled away and gave them
the prime spot at the dock.
Eventually we got in with only minutes to spare. It actually turned out to be a good
thing as we were able to leave the boat there and take an easy walk to the grocery
store to soak up the air conditioning and buy some more pickles.
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First Night Cocktails
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Glen prepared a superb meal of shrimp and pasta
for the girls’ first night. We
were up early at the crack of 10 and Deb, Glen and I were off for the Middle
Ground hike. Pam stayed back to
see if she could find the things Glen had mischievously restored in different
places.
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Morning Coffee Before the Big Hike
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Mineral Inspection For Volcanic Rock
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English Cannon Leftover
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| For Those With Bad Eyes It States "1805" |
After the sights and hike we stopped for an authentic
Antiguan lunch of Roti’s. Deb and
Glen had Conch and I had chicken served by self named Sexy Tasha with a capital
T. We also took a chicken roti to
go for Pam.
After afternoon napping we had another fine
evening meal. We finished the
evening with a rousing game of “Catch Phrase” where the team of Pam &
George were declared victors by Pam and George. The others were dubious.
Our second day saw the four of us return to the
historical Nelson Dockyard for further exploration, picture taking, and lunch
overlooking the Marina.
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Admiral Deborah Nelson
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A Single Row Across the Atlantic - 2005
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Daily Routine
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Our afternoon was spent on the Blue Pearl surfing
6 to 8 foot waves with only the Staysail supporting Yan Diesel for a run to
Carlisle Bay for more beach, swimming, snorkeling, reading, Internet time.
