It’s Sunday morning and later today Brenda and I will “check out” of our home and check into an airport hotel for the night before we catch our flight on Monday to Tortola. And that flight leaves at “0 dark 30”, the tender hour of 05:50. Early, early.
When I returned home about a week ago from deliverying Pandora to Tortola I began setting traps around the house with the hope of catching any mice that might be planning to take over once we winterize the house and leave.
I have to tell you that I have been astounded with the number of mice that I have caught compliments of Victor. You know, the Victor mouse traps? Those little wooden traps? Yes, the ones that are so impossibly hard to set without “catching” your finger. Yes, those traps.
Anyway, at first I set about 4. One each in the kitchen, Brenda’s studio downstairs, in the basement and up in the attic above the garage. Well, let me tell you, it turns out that there was a “regiment” of mice waiting to invade once we left. I have caught mice nearly every day since returning home, sometimes’s more than one.
I caught them in the laundry, downstairs bath and even in the kitchen behind the toaster oven (Brenda just loved that. How about a nice piece of toast Brenda?). However, the largest number, upwards of 8 or so, were caught way up high on a shelf in the garage where I store towels to dry the car.
Yes, I dry the cars EVERY time I return home if it’s been raining. And yes, I know that’s pretty anal. However, I’m proud of anal as it works for me. So, way up on the shelf I have been catching mice every single day and that’s a lot of mice.
When we first left the house five years ago, we discovered, to Brenda’s abject horror, that mice had eaten into everything edible in the pantry while we were away. So, every year since then we have set traps and move all the staples to the refrigerator.
So now you know, if you leave your home for months at a time, THE MICE WILL COME! Or, to put it another way and to torture a phrase “set a better mousetrap and mice will beat a pathway to your door”. And they do…
Perhaps more than knowing that we share our home with myriad mice is knowing that the largest concentration of these furry pests is on a shelf that’s 6’off of the ground in the garage. For some reason, this makes me think of zip lining but I’ll get back to that in a moment.
I can just imagine us blowing out all the pipes, putting antifreeze in the toilets, sink traps, washing machine and dishwasher, turning down the heat and shutting the front door…
And THEN, once the front door clicks shut…The mice come streaming in with high pitched little cries of joy. Can’t you just imagine them climbing all over the furniture and swinging from the chandeliers? I guess that’s why all of this makes me think of zip lining.
“So, where, where, where are you going with this Bob?” Well, I’m thinking Antiqua of course and zip-lining through the rain forest canopy. Yes, that’s what I want to do. Why should it just be those little mousies in CT that are having all of the fun?
We hope that our travels this winter will take us to Antigua, 160 miles south and east from the BVI. And there I want to try my hand at zip-lining through the rain forest canopy. vYes, that’s what I’ll do while thinking about all the fun that the mice will be having in our home while we are away.
Check out this short video. Looks like fun Brenda? Right?But first those little mousies are going to have to get past the nearly 20 baited traps. Here mousie, mousie. How about some nice peanut butter.
I wonder if mice have peanut allergies? Hmmm…
Time to put out more traps and get ready to go.
Here mousie, mousie… Party time…
(editor:) No mice were harmed in the making of this blog post. Well, not the post itself… And if they did, they deserved it.
This is the sort of “sundowner” that Brenda and I prefer. This photo was taken at a recent
BTW, if you enjoy cruising, you owe it to yourself to consider joining this group. Yes, plenty of wine flowing but somehow it’s just different and more our speed. Perhaps it’s our “semi advanced age”.
The view to the west at sunset is spectacular. Please forgive the non-level skyline. Must have been the Dark and Stormy.
Our grand finale of a week of cruising with my crew was a visit to Foxy’s the famous beach bar on nearby Jost Van Dyke. The island is very quaint with a lovely “Main Street”.
And a lovely church on the waterfront.
Or course, a beautiful view of Pandora from our table at Foxy’s where we had lunch. Actually, I had some sort of chicken burrito thingy that was my best meal of the week.
Jerry had already flown home so it was Jim, me and Dave for a “family” shot.
All and all, it was a good trip with great crew but I am really happy to be with Brenda again. When we get back to Pandora at the end of the month, Brenda and I will be going to a Salty Dawg Sailing Association dinner at Foxy’s. That will be fun but for now Pandora will be waiting for us all snug in Soper’s Hole, West End.
The view of the harbor was amazing.
These buildings are where the local Pusser’s bar and restaurant are. It’s a very nicely put together waterfront facility with nice shops and a pretty good grocery.
While Tortola is fairly arid, there are plenty of flowers. I loved this butterfly. My new camera is really amazing.
The view toward St John and the American Virgin Islands. What a sight from up there.
Here’s little Pandora, and Dave, tucked in the harbor. She’s the lower boat if you can’t tell.
I am a big fan of pelicans and snapped this shot of one as he decided I as just a bit too close for comfort.
After we reached the top of the hill which felt more like a mountain, all 651’ up, with an emphasis on “up”. Then we headed down the other side to Pirates Cove, I think that’s what it was called. Liquor licenses don’t seem to apply here as an enterprising local had set up shop with a snack bar serving mixed drinks and beer was in full swing.
Not the fanciest place but a lovely spot to sit and enjoy the view. This was our view as we enjoyed a Carib beer. No kidding, shade and all.
After a four mile walk there I was happy to put my thumb out and hail a local to get a ride back to town.
The company “The Moorings” also owns other brands including Sunsail, I think. Rows and rows of them too. The marina was quite nice.
It’s hard to believe that with all these boats sitting there in high season that anyone makes a profit. However, who ever said that boats and profits went together? All of these boats are privately owned and put into charter through these companies.
Chicken’s and all, this is my crew. Dave on the left, Jerry and Jim to the right. They have worked hard to keep Pandora in good shape in spite of the rough trip down. I hope that they will sail with me again. Soon.
Beyond the marinas, the main drag in Roadtown seems to be dominated by t shirt shops and other small stores catering to cruise ships. Two were docked when we arrived and by evening both had left.
Well, in a few days we will all disperse for home and Pandora will be snug, I hope, on a mooring in West End Tortola where she will stay until Brenda and I return toward the end of the month.
For sure, Roadtown is the place to rent a boat and there’s no shortage, that’s for sure.
Beautiful view pf the harbor and clear water.
I went there for the afternoon to relax, check my email and make some wifi phone calls. An all around nice afternoon. My crew went snorkeling nearby.
And, after dark the “animals” came out to play. Willy’s boat bar, and it’s a sort of converted small freighter, is on a mooring in the cove and is THE spot to be seen after dark. And as well kept as the beach bar is, Willy’s is the exact opposite and the PERFECT place for the charter gang to “let their hair down”, way down, well into the wee hours.
As the evening ramped up, two boat loads of charterers, festooned in flashing lights arrived ready to rumble.
After a few beers there was a handy sign on the head to keep everyone up to speed on the rules.
Willy’s also has a particularly charming custom of putting four shot glasses of who knows what into specially drilled holes in an old waterski. The idea is for four to stand together and as the board tips, everyone drinks at the exact same pace.
And the pace is really, really fast.
After a few rounds with the waterski, this fellow decided it was time for a nap. Doesn’t he look cozy in his dink? He even took time to peek over the side from time to time.
After a while his girlfriend, well that’s what I think she was, decided to keep him comfortable. How sweet for her to support him like that.
Norman’s Island is a must stop spot for charterers and the beach bar, well very nice and with GREAT WIFI. I recall clearly that I had fun. However, I have a feeling that many of Willy’s customers, while they aren’t sure what they did they were pretty sure that it was fun too. Better them than me.
A frigate bird flew out to make a formal greeting and to be sure we were flying our “Q” flag.
And speaking of “frigate” the crew was more than happy to pull down those “frigating” sails.
And in the “you can’t make this s*&% up” department a rainbow formed as we entered sheltered waters. “No way Bob, you Photo Shopped that.” Yes way…a real BVI rainbow to greet us. Those Brits, they really know how to say welcome.
Yes, welcome to paradise and to paraphrase my late father after 8 days at sea, it was “good to be seen” as we arrived in the beautiful BVI.
Time to make the donuts. Hungry crew.