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Forecast: Winds ENE 12-17 knts, seas 4-6’, scattered showers and isolated thunderstorms, temp 84F
Cloudy skies and light showers were the markers for today but given that we planned an ashore day, this was actually quite pleasant. We weren’t quite as good as we had been about getting up really early but given that it rained all night, and was still very cloudy the temperature was nice and mild this morning. The kicker was the humidity which was probably at about 98%.
We started our JVD hike setting out towards Little Harbour. We looked down at it but rather than march down the hill just to have to come on back up, we opted to carry on up the side of the mountain towards the Mountain Trail which was very clearly marked on our little tourist map.
Our plan was to take a little bit of the Mountain Trail and then find our way back down to Diamond Cay and the bubbly pool. We clambered on, passing numerous herds of goats on the way (this should have been a warning) but no sign of the road back down to the bay. By the time we had climbed up over 800’ we were cluing into the fact that there was no easy loop road that was going to take us back. In places the ‘trail’ was a two-lane concrete affair that had probably never seen the tires of a car because at other times it was a mud and grass track. One can only assume that the lovely patches of concrete will eventually join up and be accessible from the bottom of the mountain. After about 3 hours of road/trail that really only goats should climb, we arrived at the base of the radio towers on Majohnny Hill at an elevation of 1050’. Needless to say the views from the top were spectacular!
Given that none of the other roads marked on the map ever materialized we decided the most prudent course was to retrace our steps – so much faster going down than up, but oh so hard on the knees. Lunchtime found us back at Taboo enjoying a cold Presidente and a heaping fresh Greek salad.
For Caitlin and Jim – do you remember when we visited Great Harbour and walked over the road to White Bay? Take a careful look at this picture and you can see the road heading up over the peninsula – remember how steep it was??
Our final trek on this island today was to head out to the north-east corner to the bubbly pool. This is where there is a narrow cut in the rock and when the northern swell is up, the waves crash in and create a bit of a washing-machine effect on anyone who is up to playing in the pool. Most of the waves today produced a gentle-cycle action but there were one or two that poured in that got everyone pretty excited.
Here’s our trek across the island – I’ve marked on it in orange the two roads we searched for that just didn’t exist. When we showed the map to the bartender at Taboo he and his pal studied it with great concentration and then proclaimed that it might be a track but as far as they were concerned it was just a gut. A gut is a creek bed.
There’s a low pressure sitting just NE of the islands now that is causing all these showers. It may send us some pretty blustery weather overnight and tomorrow but will hopefully clear out after another 24 hours.
Forecast: Winds ENE 12-17 knts, seas 2-4’, scattered showers
This was a downwind travel day but the hoped for winds of 15+ knots never did arrive so it was a slow, rolly drift with the winds and light swell, past the north shore of Tortola and down to JVD. The only excitement in the 6 1/2 hour sail were a couple of rain showers that passed us by, but being very localized we only needed to change course a few degrees to avoid a soaking. The winds remained in the 8-10 knot range pretty much all day so we sailed some of the time with just headsail alone which allowed us to sail almost dead downwind toward our destination. We had the main up for a while and although it afforded a few more knots in speed, we had to bear off the downwind run to avoid a jibe so our speed towards our destination was no better than headsail alone.
We pulled around Sandy Spit and up to the Diamond Cay anchorage in front of Foxy’s Taboo in the mid-afternoon. Taboo is an adjunct business but with a very different vibe from Foxy’s in Great Harbour. The open-air restaurant was very quiet but inviting and after waiting for another shower to pass, we headed in for one of the best dinners we’ve had in the islands.
Not much else to report from the day. Overnight we had very heavy rain, the advantage being that it washed our decks clean of the accumulated salt that becomes very sticky over time.
Forecast: Winds ENE 10-15 knts, seas 2-4’, scattered showers, temperature 84F
The last time we were on Anegada with Jim we rented bicycles and rode out to Loblolly Beach for lunch at Flash of Beauty. We wanted to explore Anegada again and perhaps see a little more of the north shore, but knowing the condition of the deep-sand roads decided against bicycles this time. Sorry Jim, given there were just two of us we opted for scooters. Yeah, give a couple of newbie scooter-riders machines that are capable of 60+ km/hr and let them loose on roads that mire in sand up to 6” deep. It wasn’t all bad though because we got to practice first on the concrete road leading out to The Settlement. We actually got on just fine and had a fantastic day exploring and enjoying this idyllic island.
Anegada lies tilted slightly from south-east up to north-west, with continuous powder white sand beaches running along the whole of the north shore and western end of the island. All told, Anegada is only about 11 miles long and there is one main road on the south side and one sand road on the north side so it doesn’t take long to explore at 30-40 km/hr. We headed up to Loblolly Beach where we placed our order with Monica for lunch at Flash of Beauty before heading off for a walk along the endless north-shore beach. This beach is renowned for snorkelling within the fringing reef but we found we didn’t even have to get our feet wet to see the fish feeding on the reef!
Flash of Beauty is an open-air restaurant where your fish, lobster, conch, roti etc. is made to order and we happened to be the only customers there that day.
To the accompaniment of the local cat we enjoyed a beautifully prepared lunch and encourage anyone who is exploring the island to come here. We visited the next place down the beach, Big Bamboo, and while it is was definitely busier and provided many services to its guests/visitors it hadn’t the charm of FoB.
Once our bellies were comfortably full, we headed off to the west end of the island to Cow Wreck Beach. This beach is named for the boat-load of cow bones that were wrecked here way back (and that’s all I know).
It is now home to one of the most laid-back bars we have ever visited. We wandered up and were served our first drinks (the specialty Cow-Killer and an excellent Painkiller) but after that we were on our own. A clip-board was provided to record your purchases and when ready to leave you settled up with whomever was behind the bar at the given time. How fantastic is this!
I love this island and its laid-back charm; as the t-shirt slogan so rightly proclaims: Anegada – hard to get to, harder to leave.
Forecast: Winds ENE 0-15 knts, seas 3-5’, isolated showers
Today is Thanksgiving in the U.S. and it’s a strange sort of dichotomy here in the British Virgin Islands – there is no tradition for Thanksgiving here and yet because so many of the folks who come here are American, the holiday is somewhat observed. Not so much in the commercial establishments unless Black Friday can be put to use, but upon talking to one shop-keeper on Anegada today she said her family and others celebrate because they like to eat; and yes, they eat turkey.
Sitting in what we northerners think of as paradise it is not hard to come up with things to be thankful for – warm caressing sunshine, just the right amount of tropical breeze, powder-white sand beaches with swaying palm-trees; all rather like a post-card.
However, now that we are here in Anegada after a wonderful sail from Virgin Gorda, I am reminded of other things I am thankful for. Jim – this place brings back great memories of our first trip on Mowzer when you were with us and we came to the ‘drowned island’ for the first time; we hope to head up to Loblolly Beach tomorrow where you had so much fun a year and a half ago. Caitlin – I thought of you yesterday at The Baths as I watched a young woman about your age scaling one of the massive boulders (but with no broken arm like when you were here .) Family, friends and colleagues of course but I promise not to get too maudlin so here are some other things that came to mind today:
- Perfect wind and seas for a single-tack sail from Virgin Gorda to Anegada
- The best pedicure you can get for free (walking on the beach)
- Walking so far down that beach that your ‘up-hill’ leg starts to hurt so you have to turn around, but regretting that you’ve only walked a short portion of this seemingly never-ending completely uninhabited strand of white
- Meeting a guy in the local bar who also has a dream – in this case to start a micro-brewery in the islands, but not before he has just one more to take on the road with him (literally)
- Anchoring on the fringe of a crowded anchorage, that still only contains about 40 boats which is nothing compared to some of the anchorages down-island. This place feels almost like you’ve reached the end of the world.
- Joining your fellow boaters at a restaurant on the beach for a meal of fresh-caught lobster and shrimp and a chilled glass of wine as the breeze blows through and you actually need to be covered up because it is getting a little chilly
- Knowing that it is just fine to be sitting in that open-air restaurant in the best clothes you posses but that your bum is soggy from the dinghy ride in and your flip-flops are full of sand
- Juicy anticipation of the next day’s explorations around and across this little island – 11 miles long, 2 miles wide and only 25 feet high (yay, no hikes up a mountain-top)
- Watching dark skies and looming clouds develop through the evening only to have them blow by with nary a drop of rain or gust of wind and the reward being the best of sunsets
- The skittering sound of a sand-piper running across the deck as you awake to calm waters in the anchorage.
- Sharing the fun and adventure with your best friend. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!