St. John, Part 2

Soon after Issac’s mom left, it was my (Molly’s) parent’s turn to visit from Maine They had quite an eventful trip to get to St. John. A few days before they were supposed to arrive, my mom contacted us urgently to tell us that they had moved their flight a day sooner to avoid a massive snow storm that was going to hit New England. It’s a good thing that they did too.

Even moved ahead a day, their flight was scheduled to leave just as the first edge of the storm was reaching Boston. They got onto the plane and taxied to the runway. The pilot announced that they were third in line to take off. A plane took off. Another took off They taxied up to the start of the runway. And they sat there, and sat there. Eventually the pilot announced that a truck was coming by to deice the engines. They sat some more. Eventually they had to go the deicing station and get the rest of the plane deiced. Then it had to be deiced a second time. Finally, the weather cleared briefly and they managed to take off. The pilot announced as they reached cruising altitude, “boy, did you guys pick a good day to leave Boston!” Their flight ended up arriving well over an hour late, and they had been one of the last flights to leave from Logan airport.

My parents in St. John

My parents in St. John

Horatio and I met my parents at the airport on St. Thomas. After that, we had to take a taxi to a ferry to get to St. John where to boat was. It was too bad my parents hadn’t taken a train somewhere in there, because then they would have used pretty much all the major forms of transportation to get there.

While my parents were around, we saw some of the sights on St. John. We took a trip to the Annaburg Sugar Mill ruins, which was pretty neat. This is one of the places that Issac and Danica visited when Issac’s mom came to visit, and Issac did a pretty good job of describing it in his post, St. John, Part 1.

Me and my dad at the Petroglyphs

Me and my dad at the Petroglyphs

We did a lot of hiking too. There are some nice trails on St. John and lots of things to see on them. One trail that we went on was a boardwalk through a mangrove swamp. There were also numerous trails that went by ruined buildings, many of which weren’t even marked on the map. My dad, Horatio, and I also went on a long hike to the petroglyphs. The petroglyphs are by a freshwater pool fed by a small waterfall. They are carvings in the stone here which were made thousands of years ago by the Taino Indians in the area.

Horatio, Issac, my dad, and me playing in the sand

Horatio, Issac, my dad, and me playing in the sand

When we weren’t hiking, we usually went to the beach. St John has lots of beautiful white sand beaches with lots of nearby coral for snorkeling. One day we built a fairly elaborate drip sand sculpture. The snorkeling was great too. There is a huge number of brightly colored fish in the water, as well as lots of coral. It feels like swimming in an aquarium. My dad, who has had a large beard for at least as long as I’ve been around even thought about shaving his mustache so that the snorkeling mask would fit better. My mom vetoed that idea though, because she thought it would look weird.

It was fun having my parent’s around. We’d been in the Caribbean for over a month at that point, but getting to show it to someone else made everything seem new and that much more exciting. I’m glad that they had a chance to visit.

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One thought on “St. John, Part 2

  1. Jody Cowan

    Koukla Clan, So wonderful to be reading your posts! I find myself waking up on these cold, snowy Maine mornings eager to read what type of adventures you all are enjoying. Fabulous job with all your writings, great descriptions of such beautiful islands. Thanks for sharing, we can re-imagine all the warmth:) Here’s to continued smooth sailing.

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