Tippy’s
The day dawned beautifully, with coffee and tea on the bow, watching the sun rise over the church. May as well give up and join those blasted roosters. (Why am I thinking about fried chicken?) Okay, time to drop off the propane tank at the hardware store for a refill and then find the Levy Native Plant Preserve.
Susie: “It’ll be fun, Honey.”
Todd: “Oh, can we?”
Susie: “We could look for the bakery first.”
Todd: “Doughnuts?”
To avoid what we had to do yesterday – the climb out of the dinghy and wade to shore, then dry your sandy feet thing – we called the French Leave Resort marina on the other side of the harbor to ask if we could use their dock. Yes! That’s great because when this exploration is over, we’ll have a full propane tank to carry back to the dinghy, and the marina is closer to the hardware store. So far, good plan.
According to Breez (from Governors Harbour, Day 1 post), since we’d be going to the other side of the island, we should visit Tippy’s near the Preserve, for a bite to eat. Oh, and we should probably hire a car. He did mention something about UP hill… But, nah. Not us. We like walking, and we need the exercise.
There are roosters everywhere.
Note the “Old School” sign – someone has a sense of humor
Along the way, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, we stumbled on Bacchus Fine Foods. Behind the stone entrance, up the hill (of course), there is a very nice outdoor terrace with a large fountain and a bar, including a completely bored bartender (think Maytag Repairman). The market specializes in high end snacks. Interesting. Shame it was too early to dine or visit the lonely bartender.
And so we kept walking. Hey a sign! “one mile…to paradise!” Another mile?! Just keep walking. At least tell me it is just over the next hill…
Somewhere along the way it seems we may have gotten a bit punchy.
And finally! Tippy’s! We made it! Tippy’s!!
Now let’s find that Preserve.
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