Sunday, September 11, 2022

Day 11 (Sunday)--Better Than I Could Imagine

And just like that-- it was time to go home.  Normally, the best part of every trip I go on is coming home.  I love coming home.  This is the first time I didn't feel I was ready to come home.  I still love my life and my home.  But this trip was so much better than I ever hoped or imagined it would be.  It was a dream.  
Someone was taking their horse for an early morning dip in the ocean.  I don't know why this grossed me out.  

I don't know what island this is, but it was so cool seeing so many islands on our flight path on the way to Miami.
The rest of the day was long and not terribly enjoyable.  We were supposed to have a layover in Dallas-Ft. Worth, but due to bad weather we had to go land in San Antonio and wait it out on board the plane for a couple hours.  Blah.  Then we finally made it to Dallas-Ft. Worth, which was good, but also kind of sad to be so close to Bethany, but not see her.  Then after another weather delay, we finally made it home to Salt Lake.  About four hours later than we had expected, but let's put this in perspective.  We traveled from Barbados to the Rocky Mountains in just over twelve hours.  That's pretty miraculous.  You know what?  Everything about the whole trip was miraculous.  We are so grateful to Andrea and James for the invitation to join them on this life-changing adventure.  Island Betsy (and everyone who associates with her) thanks you!   

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Day 10 (Saturday)--But I Don't Want to Leave

Saturday was the last morning on the boat.  We started sailing early back to Canoaun, where we'd hang out for a few hours before catching our puddle jumper flight back to Barbados.

The sun was trying to break through, but there were storm clouds in the sky.  We had to be off the boat by 9:00 am.  Serious sadness.  They took us in the dinghy back to the little dock where they originally picked us up.  We hugged Roly and Donny and thanked them. Did I cry?  No.  I WEPT.  Seriously, I was so sad it was over.  It had been so, so wonderful.  This might be a once-in-a-lifetime kind of trip, and if it is, it is more than enough!   Life owes me nothing after an experience like this.  No wonder I was sad to see it end.

Not too long after we said goodbye, those storm clouds opened up and it poured rain for a good while. It's hard to capture rain in photos, but it was really coming down!  So much water, so fast!  The storm delayed our flight a bit.
Here we are flying over Salt Whistle Bay and you can see the road headed to the right that we hiked to get to the other side. We made a little stop on Union Island and tried to land on Bequia, but the weather was too bad.  So we just headed for Barbados.
Barbados is a pretty small island, but compared to the islands of the Grenadines, it seemed so big!
It worked out that we didn't stay at the same hotel as James and Andrea on this end of the trip.  Our accommodations were great-- we got checked in and then shortly headed out to Oistins Fish Fry.  
On the way to Oistins, Abe jumped out of our Taxi (after asking the driver to stop) so he could get a pic by this home that George Washington stayed at in 1751 as a young man briefly.
Uncle George's was highly recommended to us.
But wait a minute!  Betsy, I thought you hated seafood?  
You are right.  Betsy does hate seafood.  But Island Betsy is a different bird!  While on board, she ate kingfish.  She ate tuna...and she liked it!
At Oistins, I ordered a snapper.  A WHOLE SNAPPER!  They brought me the whole fish-- head and all-- and a ton of other sides as well.  Could I do it?  Could I eat it when it actually looked like a fish?
HECK YES, I COULD!  It was so good!  Island Betsy is so awesome!
Abe enjoyed his fried flying fish.  It was good that he really wanted to come to Oistins and made it happen.  It was a great way to spend the last evening of our trip.
And then there was Pamela--A.K.A. "Dark Sugar", as she informed us was her other name was.  She was pretty awesome and she convinced Abe that this was the shirt for him.  I'll let you decide if she did him any favors:) But seriously, she was so much fun and we finished up our souvenir shopping for the kiddos.  

Day 9-- Saved the Best for Last

 

I don't think we got enough pictures with our fellow sailors-- Andrea's zest for life is inspiring and contagious.  She is the Muzzy to my Millie Dillmount (characters from the Thoroughly Modern Millie movie.  If you've not seen it, you really must.

I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED this day.  I LOVED the Tobago Cays.  It was definitely my favorite(s) of the islands.  Okay, here we go-- this ones a doozy.

The snorkeling here was very different from the other locations because it was almost completely a sandy bottom with just a little plant life for the sea turtles to eat.  And we did see a lot of sea turtles.


Abe did a really good job of getting some great underwater pictures.  
And I'd never seen sea stars like these on the ocean floor.  They were huge and there were so many of them.  
They all looked just a little bit different.
And they all had five points-- except this little beauty:) Behold, the four-armed sea star.

Abe saw this baracuda.  
Okay, I think I have thoroughly covered the awesome sea life.  
The island of Baradal was my absolute favorite-- the views were mindblowing.  I couldn't take it all in!  The multiple shades of blue---ahhhhhh!!!  And there was NO ONE else on the island.  We hiked over to the other side where there wasn't a person or boat in sight.  These islands are so far south, that they are almost to Venezuela.  So remote-- so breathtaking-- this was an experience I will never forget.
I liked this tree
It was surprising how dry the islands were.  I didn't think there would be cacti on a tropical island, but obviously, there were.
As much as I enjoyed sailing on the water, I think I loved hiking on land even more.
We saw several big iguanas.  We did not attempt to catch them because they can be ornery.  But I'd never seen one in the wild.

Maybe this one is my favorite picture of us.  This was the beach on the other side where there was no person or boat as far as the eye could see.  

No comment.
Back to the boat.
This is a picture of me kayaking over to Jamesby-- another of the cays.  This was so much fun-- the water was a little choppy, but so clear and so blue and just blow-your-mind-gorgeous.  Once again, not only was it an uninhabited island but there was no one else on or near the island.  We pulled our kayak up onto the shore and went exploring.
The little island on the right side near the boats is Baradal-- the one we had just come from.
Are you surprised to see another selfie?
I like this picture.  
We hiked back down and decided to kayak around the island.  Why not?  It was interesting that the water on the other side of the island was very calm, and as soon as we came back around it was choppy again. It took a little muscle to get back to the boat.
This is a picture of Abe kayaking back to our boat with Jamesby in the background.  I like this picture, too.  And then, sadness--- we left the Tobago Cays.  
But it was okay because next, we headed to Salt Whistle Bay on Mayreau.  We couldn't be too sad:)
I'm running out of adjectives to describe this paradise.  Abe loved to jump off the bow of the boat.
Ignore the date stamp-- it's wrong.  This is a picture of Island Betsy jumping off the bow.  You'll just have to trust that it really is me.  The timing of taking the picture isn't quite as quick with our underwater camera as a phone camera.  
I don't even know how I got here.  I guess on some level I knew that places like this actually existed.  But now it sort of feels like a dream.  I mean, I was actually there, right?
No words.
Even my pigtails are relaxed.
Sigh.
Another island, another hike!  This was fun because we followed "the road" (the only road) across to the other side and where we met up with our boat.


Since this was to be our last day for hiking, Abe and I decided to go a little farther, up to the highest point on the island.  We thought there would be a rewarding view.  But I will admit, it was kind of a bust.  I mean, not a total bust-- we were still on a beautiful island in the Caribbean-- but the trail led to a small, inspiring water storage thing and there was no view.  And it was HOT!  Like, really hot and muggy.  This was the only time during the whole trip that it was uncomfortably hot.  
After our somewhat disappointing destination, we headed down through the village to the other side of the island.  This was my favorite house-- I loved the bright colors.  And I liked the signs pointing directions to other places in the world.  Our neighbor has a similar sign, so it made me happy. 
Well, well, well... what did we find on the other side of the island?  Why, it's another gorgeous deserted beach!  How surprising!
Kidding, it was not surprising--- they are everywhere!!!!!! Incredible.
On so many of the islands, there were so many conch shells washed up on shore.
After the disappointment in our initial dinner ashore back on Bequia, we begged Donny (our chef) to please let us just pay him to cook us whatever he had left in the galley.  We just wanted his food.  He said we had to go.  Boo! Hiss!  
Awww, so handsome.
Our final Grenadines sunset.  
Sunset selfie
This was a fun moment!  We watched a little Pirates of the Caribbean while in the Caribbean, while engaging in more capture-the-pirate-flag antics with the other two boats.  
Let it be known that our boat won the game!