Sandy Cay and Jost Van Dyke

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On the way to Sandy Cay

This morning we left Nanny Cay (after using their bathrooms again - the ones on the boat aren't as desirable.  You have to pump water in with a little hand pump and then switch a lever and vigorously pump out whatever you put in, and then switch the lever back and pump more water in for next time.  Plus, no toilet paper or anything in the toilet - it goes in a little wastebasket - yuck!).

We sailed for a while today and reached Sandy Cay, which is a little uninhabited island with - you guessed it- a sandy beach!  But we didn't use the beach at all.  We dingyed in and tried to beach the boat but it didn't work and we all had to jump out with our gear and make it to shore (only a little way, but with breaking waves, etc) while the boys tried to anchor it, and eventually succeeded.

A road running next to the water

We snorkeled all up and down the beach and took tons of pictures (of course).  This snorkeling was a little different, no pinnacle rocks going 60 feet down.  More shallow, and more rocky - not as much living coral.  But still very cool, and the water as always was completely gorgeous.

After we got tired of snorkeling, we walked up the beach and Uncle Greg offered to take us on a walk through the island to the top where there are a couple scenic overlooks, for lack of a better word.  Right about then it started raining, so I was completely freezing (being in a bikini - but I don't think it would have mattered if I were more fully clothed anyway, because wet + wind = shivering cold no matter how much clothes you have on).

Nice spot for a house
  But we headed up the trail anyway.  Jesse and I had gotten our flip flops and we were glad because the trail was really rocky at times and was probably pretty painful for the Grissoms and Trey/Jess who were barefoot.  After a while, we were glad of the rain because it kind of kept the mosquitoes off (and there were many of those).

At the top, we got our incredible view.  Jesse and I were mad because although our camera had it's handy-dandy waterproof case on, which protected it from the rain, the case had rain speckles on it which got in the pictures we took, and there was no way to dry it since we were soaked and it was still drizzling!  So those pictures have fuzzy spots, but they're still really cool.

The walk down was the real adventure.

Jessica and Trey, Sandy Cay in the distance
  We didn't go back the way we came - the trail supposedly finished out on the beach somewhere, so we kept going.  It was fine for a while, but then we started realizing that we were being attacked by more mosquitoes than anyone has ever seen, or will ever see again.  So we went faster.  Except that Uncle Greg and Aunt Donna couldn't go that fast, and neither could we really because everything was wet and we were in flip flops going downhill on slippery leaves and rocks. 

Anyway, when we finally saw the beach (it seemed like an eternity) Jesse and I quickly rid ourselves of the shoes and ran into the water to escape the mosquitoes that had followed us.  Aunt Donna soon joined us, and then Jessica came running as if her life depended on it and dove in.

A sand diver!
  Aunt Donna literally had 5 mosquitoes circling her head, and every time she went underwater to get rid of them, they would just wait above the spot she went under and attack again when she came up!  They were brutal!  Eventually we drowned them.

All of us (everyone else was there now too) were loathe to get out because it seemed we had brought all the mosquitoes out with us to the beach, whereas before we hadn't been bothered by anything but the noseeums.  Virginia observed that it must have been like a buffet line for the mosquitoes as we trapesed one by one through the trail, unable to run or hide! On the bright side, it had stopped raining and the sun was out again.  Finally we got all our things from the beach and made our way to the dinghy.

Me snorkeling

We ate lunch on the boat again, and this time I didn't feel well at all because we were moored in an area where the currents collided after moving around the islands so it was a little wavy for my poor stomach.  I still managed to eat a little though.

Then we sailed for Yost Van Dyke!  Uncle Greg's favorite place in all his travels/years in the Islands, because it is home to Foxy's Bar and Rudy's restaurant.  When we got there, most of us went ashore and explored the little town.  Foxy's had changed a lot since Uncle Greg's days there, but it was still there!  There were some little shops, a few restaurants (and by restaurants I mean buildings with little plastic chairs and tables outside and a set menu), goats, and the only church on Jost Van Dyke.

Purple fan coral
  We walked the length of the town (5 minutes or so?) along the waterfront to get to Rudy's restaurant, which was sadly under construction; but we got to meet Rudy and his wife, who ran the grocery store (which was a room with shelving neatly stocked with random items.  I bought some sour Skittles which were kind of moist/stuck together, but still tasty :). 

We walked back to Foxy's and we actually got to meet Foxy himself!  He was hilarious and told great stories.  Apparently back in the day he would get up and play guitar and sing controversial songs.  Now that the bar is so big and includes a restaurant and souvenier shop, he doesn't do much actual work there.  He goes fishing and lobstering, and has his own brewery in the back where they make beer, and supervises a boat-building project that helps troubled kids learn to make a cool boat.

A little blue tang
  All the kids so far have ended up getting scholarships to college.  Anyway, we got to taste his beer, which I thought was good (for beer, that is).

We dinghyed back to the boat, or rather, tried to do so.  Uncle Greg couldn't get it to start for more than a second at a time!  Great, we thought, our second day and the dinghy is dead.  Anyway, a very nice French couple whose boat was moored in front of ours, offered to pull us with their dinghy on their way back to their own boat.  This was embarrassing, since we had paid extra to get a much bigger, fancier dinghy, and were now being pulled by a little, regular one.  :)  About halfway back to the boat, Uncle Greg realized that although he had the key in the ignition, he had forgotten to put the "safety key" in its slot which prevents the dinghy from running.

Very mean-looking urchin
  So he put the safety key in and it started right up.  Even more embarrassing.  But at least the dinghy wasn't dead.

Came back to shore again for dinner, where the service could only be described as being on "island time."  We must have waited an hour for our meal.  But when it came, it was good!  And the restaurant had bug spray sitting out to use, so we didn't get eaten alive.

Another typical night on the boat.  Less sleep tonight since we were moored in a harbor and not docked - the boat rocked a little more, especially since we were in a bar harbor and people dinghyed back and forth all night to drink themselves silly.  :)  But I slept fine, for all the rocking.

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On the way to Sandy Cay
On the way to Sandy Cay
A road running next to the water
A road running next to the water
Nice spot for a house
Nice spot for a house
Jessica and Trey, Sandy Cay in the…
Jessica and Trey, Sandy Cay in th…
A sand diver!
A sand diver!
Me snorkeling
Me snorkeling
Purple fan coral
Purple fan coral
A little blue tang
A little blue tang
Very mean-looking urchin
Very mean-looking urchin
Blue tang
Blue tang
A coral arch
A coral arch
Our dinghy and the boat
Our dinghy and the boat
The view from the island out to th…
The view from the island out to t…
The storm approaching
The storm approaching
The Sandy beach
The Sandy beach
Me on the way to our hiking trail.…
Me on the way to our hiking trail…
A little hermit crab
A little hermit crab
The view from the top of our hike
The view from the top of our hike
Jost Van Dyke from the boat
Jost Van Dyke from the boat
No Horizon
No Horizon
Foxy and me!
Foxy and me!
Sign at Foxys
Sign at Foxy's
Us getting towed by the extremely …
Us getting towed by the extremely…
Local goats - and yes, I caught so…
Local goats - and yes, I caught s…
A scuba store on the island
A scuba store on the island
The only church on Jost Van Dyke
The only church on Jost Van Dyke
Rudys wifes grocery store
Rudy's wife's grocery store
Uncle Greg with Rudys wife at the…
Uncle Greg with Rudy's wife at th…
View from the beach on Jost Van Dy…
View from the beach on Jost Van D…
The main road of the town
The main road of the town
Uncle Greg chillin with Foxy
Uncle Greg chillin with Foxy
Jost Van Dyke
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