It's with mixed emotions that I pull out of St George's harbor and head north. So much has happened since I arrived here that night in early July. This is the first passage I'll be making alone. I motor sail in the light wind close to the west side of Grenada for the first two hours, and then, as soon as I clear the north end of the island, it's full on sailing for the next four hours. I clip my harness in, since I have to extra careful sailing alone. I pass just to the west of the exclusion area for "Kick 'em Jenny", an underwater volcano. I don't smell any sulfur, so I guess it must not be active right now. I pinch as high as I can, but I still end up two miles west of Tyrell Bay, Carriacou, and motor the rest of the way in. I go ashore and immediately meet three cruising couples who invite me out to dinner with them.
Carriacou is wonderful - the people are just as friendly as on the island of Grenada, but the water is clear. I've been here a week now, gone for a couple hikes with other cruisers, attended a local house party, and spent two nights off a small island where I was the only boat around. While I was there, a local fishing boat came aside and sold me a lobster for my Thanksgiving dinner. There was a strong current near the island, so I paddled up and went for a "drift snorkel" over the nearby reef, tying the kayak to my wrist. It was fun see the reef sliding by below me, but sadly, the coral is as dead here as in most of the other places I've been in the Caribbean.
Here are a few pics:
Smallest Post Office in the World
Hiking in Carriacou
View from the Summit
"Thanksgiving Island"
