We finally found a break in our hectic schedules. When we were young, it was so easy to take family vacations. As my brother and I have gotten older and have careers of our own, it has become much more difficult. However, the end of March was our time. It had been decades since we had sailed together as a family. So long, in fact, that Brooke had never been. We booked our trip and started to gear up for a week sailing Grenada (one country) and St. Vincent and the Grenadines (another country). I was excited to momentarily step away from wedding photography, and cold Cleveland. Now I just needed to decide what to bring.
I gave myself a fun little challenge – one camera, one lens and one film stock. Then lens wasn’t even a zoom and there was no digital “crutch”. Below are a few favorites with minimal commentary –
Above – St. George, Grenada. Below, my father at the helm and Brooke taking her first turn.
Sailing has it’s own language. Unless you speak it, things can get really confusing.
My brother moving us through the water at six knots, and Brooke taking a sunset swim.
Pulling into Hillsborough Harbor on Carriacou Island at sunset.
My brother waiting at the fish market while our Dorado was cleaned at fileted.
We almost made Peter the new masthead on the boat.
Above – colors from Clifton Harbor on Union Island. Below – Angelo photobombing my brother.
Above – Happy Island and rum punches. Also my brother making some iphonography.
Above- Brooke looking radiant at Happy Island and back on the boat.
Above and below – Mopion Island, which might be the most photographed island in the world. The island is tiny and the single umbrella is perfect. We left our mark, albeit in temporary charcoal. I can say one thing – the island definitely needs a bottle opener.
Sunset dinner of spiny lobster in the Tobago Cays.
Detail of a fishing boat and sunset in Hillborough above.
Above – pulling back into St. George and the Timoneer, the largest sail boat I have ever seen. Below, enjoying one last Carib in St. George.
