In a surprise twist, I suck at keeping up with a blog.
And by surprise I mean the exact opposite. I’d like to say that I’ve been too busy living my life (#yolo) to write but that’s only partially true. Writing is hard – how do people do this for a living? Is this why some of the best writers in history were alcoholics? Because I can see the appeal.
BUT I DIGRESS! This post is going to be about a recent adventure that I had on this beautiful rock that I get to call my home. (Spoiler alert: the next post will also be about an adventure on a smaller rock).
Adventure Day to the Welcome Stone
We started our adventure with a trip to IGA to stock up on snacks, because no good adventure starts or ends with an empty stomach. We piled into two cars and started our winding journey up to the northern part of the island. I am so, so happy that I didn’t have to drive for two reasons: 1) the roads here are frightening and 2) so I could focus on snacking. Thanks to Barvan for being our awesome driver for the day, and to Kylie for stopping to ask directions the 19 times we got lost and had no idea which way to go.
The best part of not really knowing where you are going means that sometimes you end up where you didn’t know you wanted to be. After missing the turn for the road to the welcome stone, we decided to head towards Leapers’ Hill first. This is a spot I had heard about from a co-worker a few months prior and really wanted to visit – so I was super happy that we had taken a wrong turn!
The inscription reads:
In 1651, the Caribs, realizing that they had made a mistake by allowing the French to remain on the island became hostile. They killed many French men who in turn retaliated and with their superior weapons decided to wipe out the Caribs.
The last stand the Caribs made was on a precipice in the north of the island, but they were completely defeated. Those who survived rather than surrendering jumped over the precipice the French called “le morne de Sauteurs” or “Leapers Hill”. The town that grew up there is known as “Sauteurs”.
For a really interesting take on this monument I suggest you read this article.
After some Nutmeg ice cream and a little detour down to the seawall to get sprayed by water (and maybe do a quick ‘The Little Mermaid’ re-enactment…), we piled back into the car for more snacks and to make our way to the welcome stone. Up some more winding roads and we finally pull over to the side of the cliff, I mean, road and look up at a long, steep concrete road. Armed with Gatorade and a bottle of rum – we walked up the super steep hill. In reality it probably took less than 10 minutes and it wasn’t even really THAT bad. Plus, it was totally worth it because once we made it to the Welcome Stone, this was our view:
We sat up here for a while just drinking in the view…and the rum (it was a much needed reward). This is honestly such a mind-blowing view that pictures just really don’t capture. I highly recommend a trip up the giant concrete hill if you get the chance.
After a bit of a drive back down through the island, and a hike through the mud, we ended up at Mt. Carmel Falls. It had been raining a lot in the previous days so it was pretty muddy (tip: don’t wear white shoes) but the mist from the fall was perfect for cooling us off after a busy day of adventuring. Even the adventure basset was happy to be in the shade!
That was a lot of adventuring for one day, so needless to say I slept like a log that night…and most of the next day. It was awesome getting a chance to explore a little more of Grenada – it only took me 6 months to get out of my SGU bubble and see some of the beauty this island has to offer. Thanks to Lauren, Kala, Kylie, Catherine, Jason, Barvan, and of course, Wilma, for being such great adventure friends!
Stay tuned for another adventure post!
.all aboard the w0ndertain.