Saint John Sugar
The American Virgin Islands, the gems of the Caribbean. These three tiny islands are a stones through from Miami and Puerto Rico, and two of these islands are jewels for walking. And here is the good part I have walked about 200 miles through the three Virgin Islands, although of course it took me several trips to finally accomplish the feat. Now here I am once again for a few sun splashed walking days.
Cruz Bay, Saint John
The motor launch from Red Hook pier in Saint Thomas once again deposits me in this tiny port long popular with Caribbean sailors. As I have a suitcase, and there is a mountain to climb, I waste no time taking an open air pick-up truck which seats twelve. In fifteen minutes I am at my secret hideaway Cinnamon Bay Campground. My tent awaits me at this enchanting National Park.
As always with the morning dawn I am off walking. I have come here many time to prepare for marathons. The hills are challenging. The sun and heat factors to be overcome. Water is scarce so I carry my own. I have a propensity for being different so at times I go directly to the long abandoned Annenberg Sugar Mill. Then I head back but divert up another windy road and almost make the full circle back to Cruz Bay before returning, always on foot, to the camp ground. At other times I abandon the road and go across the island through the forest climbing boulders and falling down hills. In the old days wild donkeys roamed freely here and from time to time would chase the unwary walker. I love this place!