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| American Hill |
Today started with a more ambitious hike to American Hill. It’s an Estate House with a sordid history. Apparently a safe house for rum runners during prohibition as well as a guest house for some Dominican Republic ruler in exile. A Google search did not reveal much more. We’ll just have to make up our own history…so there once was a beautiful princes, who…(your turn)
The hike was more than enough…but we did visit the sugar mill ruins…only because they had interpretive signs. (Deb can’t pass up an interpretive sign). Turns out people were living there as late as 1968.
Lunch at the St John Brewery Taproom. Our first meal indoors. Back to Bliss for a nap, and a game of Domino’s. I think Deb is getting tired of beating me…I guess I’m no competition. On the way to dinner, she explained some of the strategies she uses to consistently beat me…humbling…
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| Cucumber cooler |
On the way to dinner our phones were ablaze with flash flood warnings. We were staring at our phones, when a person, apparently local, disparagingly said, “It’s so annoying to be getting alerts for St Thomas.” Yeah, so annoying!?! As if flash flood warnings weren’t enough, Deb wakes in the middle of the night to tell me there is an earthquake, and then again ten minutes later to tell me that it was a 5.6 off the coast of Tortola.
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