We motor-sailed with just the jib up due to the unsettled weather. All day the grey and gloom lurked ahead of us to the south and clear blue skies pursued us from the north. The seas as we reached the northwestern bank off of St. Lucia were particularly bouncy. When things calmed down in the lee of the island, a large pod of dolphins swam out to join us for half an hour or so. Another pod joined us for a bit just as we arrived at St. Vincent.
We had originally planned to anchor off Chateau bel Air on St. Vincent, but found the anchorage very narrow and full of derelict fishing vessels. Several boatfuls of locals took the time to yell at us for getting too close to a few guys who were spearfishing in the anchorage. That is what dive buoys are for folks. We didn’t get a good vibe from the place so we moved on. The anchorage in Bequai proved to be quite crowded, but we found a nice spot near Silverheels III. One of the many boats that we keep running into.
We staying in Bequai for a few days. Captain Crunch took the opportunity to go dive a wreck, and we hiked over to the Old Hegg Turtle Sanctuary. The kids thought that was a hoot, although there was much complaining about the heat during the hike.
We then spent a few days in the Tobago Keys, which are absolutely gorgeous. We saw dozens of turtles and stingrays right off the back of our boat. We even saw a few baby sharks trolling the shallows on one of the many beaches.
We could seriously spend a lot more time in the Tobago Keys. The only problem is that it gets a little rolley from time to time. Fortunately the current is so strong that it kept our boat pointed right into the waves so it wasn’t as bad as it would have been otherwise. We’ll definitely be keeping our eyes open for another nice weather window to stop by the Keys as it is a very short hop from Grenada.
We rounded out our stay in St. Vincent and the Grenadines with a few nights in Chatham Bay on the west side of Union Island. The anchorage was incredibly calm, which actually caused a little concern on our last night as all of the boats were cattywumpus with not a lick of breeze to get the anchorage organized.