It had rained a bit in the night but the morning was gorgeous and sunny. Since a lot of our clothing is now really a little bit scary, I decided that today was the day to go do some laundry. This way we will not have to worry about clothing for the rest of the trip. I had initially intended to do all laundry by hand, but this is proving difficult because of the entirely unpredictable rain showers, and the lack of clothing lines in the sun shine, which makes the clothing rot more than dry.
First things first though, we cleaned out the tent, took everything out, sorted it, flipped the tent and dried it in the sun. Cheryl and Jeff stopped by to say goodbye - they are on their way home now. I am sad because they were really great and fun companions. But they don't live too far away, so perhaps we shall see them still. And while they were there, a little lizard decided to climb on me. He first jumped on my foot, and tried to keep still so Husband could take a picture, but it was unafraid, climbed all they way up my leg, stomach and on my arm, from where it climbed onto Cheryl and than jumped onto Priscilla, freaking her out. What a hoot!
After the 'house cleaning' was done we packed up our laundry into a duffel bag, which Husband strung over his shoulders like a backpack, and hiked the mile or so along the road to Maho Bay, which is the next bay over to the east. Just passed that bay there is a resort, aptly named Maho Bay, which is much a more upscale version of Cinnamon Bay, in that they are all cottages, a little more expensive, and have more amenities, such as a laundry machine. Granted they are for residents only, but you still have to pay, so we figured we'd give it a shot. To get to the resort we walked up what is called the Goat Path, which was no more than a little path going up the hill and did not look like the approach to a resort at all. It is by no means the front entrance, but rather the path they take to get to the beach, but still I expected it to be a little more trotted.
We were very luck because the Goat Path enters Maho Bay right at the laundry machines. They are in a little covered shack, two washers and two dryers. They even provide complementary biodegradable detergent! So we snuck right in and pretended that we belonged. There was a washer in full use and one in which the load had finished but was still inside. I wasn't sure what to do, but eventually reverted to my dormitory living days and just took it and put it in the available dryer (without starting it, of course). Then the woman whose stuff it was showed up! She wasn't too displeased, but the reason I mention her at all is because she really struck me as someone that I wished I could look like. She was slender and graceful, and wore some khaki capris and overlapping pink and lime shirts with just a simple seed necklace. It was very hippy without looking unkempt.
We decided to stick around until the washing cycle was done so we walked around a little bit. There is a little convenience store here just like at Cinnamon Bay, an information booth at which you can schedule tours and massage appointments, and even a glass gallery where they teach art classes. There are all sorts of activities going on, and a great focus on ecotourism. It seems that there are wooden pathways running along the hill, with cabins tucked away among the trees. The paths are often far above the ground, so you could almost feel like you are doing a canopy walk.
Once we had loaded our stuff in the dryer (for which I had to wait once again until the same woman came back and took her stuff) we walked back down the Goat Path to the beach to take a quick dip. It was actually getting to be pretty late now, almost sunset, and Husband decided to not even go in the water. I swam around for just a little while, and almost stepped on a ray while getting out. As we were watching the sun set I turned around and noticed a Little Blue Heron walking along the tree trunk where I had hung my bathing suit. He walked all over it, stopped right on the bathing suit top, and while were starring at him, took a shit! I ran over to take a look and he had missed the fabric by less than an inch!
By this point the no-see-ums were beginning to eat us up so we hiked up the Goat Path again. We wanted to get away with our laundry without anyone noticing, but that was a little difficult because there was a Maho Bay employee folding some of the laundry he had done in the industrial washer at his disposal. So we folded the laundry and headed away from the Goat Path and to the restaurant, where we knew the two Prisciallas would be eating dinner today. The restaurant is located very well at the highest point in the resort and is really a gazebo with an outlook over the bay and the tree covered sloped below. It was lovely but it was getting dark now and after saying hello to our friends we walked back, relieved that the employee seemed to be not looking, snuck away down the Goat Path and out onto the road.
Since we had planned a dinner with Ken and Eva for 7pm and it was already 6 and getting rather dark we decided to hitch a ride back. An older couple who are renting a house and seem to come to St. John often gave us a ride, so after a quick shower it was off to dinner. Ken and Eva had just finished an 11 mile hike across the island and back, something that we are considering as well. We picked their brains for all the information that we could about the trails because I was not entirely sure that I could do it - my self doubt pissing Husband off.
Dinner itself was boiled chicken and rice, which of course Husband could not eat, so after we had finished he was still hungry, poor thing, and cooked some oatmeal. Perhaps we will try and do the hike tomorrow after all...