They pulled off the highway. Carlotta pointed: "That’s where they jumped!" The cliffs of Point Sauteur were only forty feet high, but the rocks below them looked nasty enough. They would have looked better with raging romantic breakers, but the jetties and wave baffles had turned this stretch of sea into a mud-colored simmering soup. "On a clear day you can see Carriacou from the cliffs," Carlotta said. "Lot of amazing stuff out on that little island—it’s part of Grenada, too."