The end of February is
the time for the annual Grenada Regatta. Three days filled with racing,
banquets, prizes, and music.
Don and I, being on a roomaran (Winnebago on the
water) and non-racers, were content to watch, record, and partake in a few of
the festivities.
Never before have we been to a dingy concert with a live band
on the back of a tug boat out in the middle of a bay!
The race weekend brought
all types of weather. Sun, squalls, windy, no wind, squalls, sun….a typical
tropical day. But the racers were ready and willing, milling about each other
in the large bay known as Woburn, awaiting the starting gun, tacking and
jibbing in the fluky winds and keeping out of each other’s way.
Because of our
location Don and I were only able to see the start of the races, never the finish. The course took the race participants out and around an offshore island and
back again with the finish line being two bays away, so we contented ourselves
with the anticipation of the start.
And they are off!
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