union island

We had a nice trip from Chateaubelair to the end of the island and most of the way until 45 minutes out of Bequia, the island, the winds kicked up, the swells returned and we became a rocket ship with the main reefed, no head sail going 10+ knots easily.
Got into the harbor and still blowing 24-25 and decided that since the harbor is now mostly consumed with moorings, we would just take one.  Good choice.  The wind died and Simba thought we would want to go ashore so took all the restraining straps of the dink on deck.  An hour later, a squall came through and started lifting the unsecured dink off the deck.  After a scramble in 33 knots, here is Simba after re-securing the dink, totally soaked (which doesn't show up well) but you can see the total white out behind him.  He said it felt like b-b pellets pelting him.  And the guy just took a shower a half hour before.  We were all laughing so hard. "Oh My Gosh Mon!". Never underestimate squalls.  Leaving tomorrow am for another 30 mile hike to Union Island.