Sailing blows, but sometimes not.

There are many things I 'love' doing. Rock climbing, riding a bike, swimming, rock climbing, just to name a few. I would seriously have a hard time claiming I 'love' sailing. Sea sickness being my largest and most persistent complaint.  Sea spray straight in my ear being my second teeth grinding complaint.  I would however say that I do 'love' where sailing takes us and living in a small home right on the water.  And so - after claiming (during an exceptionally rough sail) 'I hate sailing!' I must admit that the ends justify the means. Each day that has passed since arriving in Grenada (sitting comfortably at anchor) the frustrations and discomfort of the sea dulls enough to the point of tricking us to do it all again.

No sleep, sunburned, dehydrated and hungry, becalmed and rolling roughly in the swells, sailing always throws you a little bone just as you're ready to call it quits.

Unique and magnificent cloud formations are a constant positive.

Night watching into the wee hours.

Attitude is everything.  A little rain rolls in and suddenly things seem epic. Adrian ignored my offering of his rain jacket as nerves got the better of him.

An hour later the sun is back out and we are approaching the French island of Martinique. Just as Captain Ron in the movie 'Captain Ron' says, 'In the Caribbean they roll out just as quickly as they roll in!'

Checked in to Martinique where we say goodbye to our friend Adrian as we overlook the town of St. Pierre.  Thanks for the help!  Now we're on our own and without a French translator!

The view from the top of St. Pierre.  This town was a slave trading and rum making hub in the 17th and 18th centuries until it was blown off the island by the volcano you can see in the background.

Jon hoisting the main!  Also, cursing our 40 year old mast winch we've nicknamed "the knuckle buster".

Wet boats + persistent humidity = moldy clothes. Ugh!! Airing out everything is a regular chore.

Doesn't get any fresher than that.

Admiralty Bay on the island of Bequia.

Sunset

Sunrise

The Grenadine island of Curriacou has many colorful buildings.

Grenada!  Our final destination after having left St. Martin three weeks ago.