I had picked the path of glacial melt for my siesta. Fortunately for me, Wally Wilderness settled in the same area. He helped me secure my provisions, pungent hard salami and aged Wisconsin cheddar, high up in a tree so as not to attract ole Grizz. I made it through that time, got excellent pics of the high glacial trail, tarns, and St. Mary's Lake. I'm hoisting the main, unfurling the jib, trimming the sails, and navigating reef amidst the Grenadines.
Nurse shark are pretty tame, no worries.
We spent a couple of days in the Tobago Cays, beautiful, uninhabited isles surrounded by reef. Several squalls came through. Waking every 15 minutes to check the anchor got old, so we moved onto mooring in Union Island just 5 minutes before the mother of all waves came through blowing 45 knts and tossing us about like a frightened rubber ducky in an ADDH child's tub. We explored several smaller islands when the weather cleared. Today, on our way to Bequia a big pod of about 30 dolphin kept us entertained with theatrical leaps.