Our new tradition: Saying goodbye to hurricanes, and now Grenada

Last year, we, along with some good friends, began a tradition. The tradition being, to celebrate the end of the hurricane season while imbibing in that wonderful Canadian invention, the Bloody Caesar. While not technically the end of the Atlantic hurricane season (it’s actually November 30th), our second annual Caesar party will be taking place this evening, because with good weather forecast, Rebecca and I will be setting sail from Grenada tomorrow.

A cruiser’s plans are written in the sand, at low tide.

Where will we be sailing? North, at least initially. Unlike in previous years, where we’ve skipped all of the desirable spots in the Grenadines to rush up island, our plan, as it stands today, is to take a slower than typical cruise, enjoying some of the spots that we’ve more recently bypassed. Our tour will ultimately lead us back to Martinique, an island which, in spite of our language challenges, has begun to grow on us. The first stop will be Carriacou though, only about 35NM north of where we sit today. After that, we’ll see.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.