USVI-On-Line

Had a very wonderful & challenging trip. One for the ages, as far as I'm concerned.
Submitted it, and don't see it anywhere,-probably me...hit the wrong button...?
Oh well, I'll get it together again.
Just like going "off the cuff" 'til we've got photos to post, ya' know?

Smiles-
MJ

You mean this http://www.virgin-islands-on-line.com/f ... p?p=173751

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Hi mahojim, I saw your TR earlier (week or so, I guess) and got to read it all,so not sure what happened to it. But it was there. So don't feel bad.

Be looking for the pics to soon come.

Debbie

It wasn't the link I posted???

Your TR's gone viral, Jimmy! People are just unpacking all over the place, on this forum!

Anthony wrote:It wasn't the link I posted???

I believe that's it; unless there was a PartII that I missed.

Anthony wrote:It wasn't the link I posted???

No, man.
I posted it at @ 3:ooam today...
Like I said, I probably hit the wrong button. I could've sworn it said,"submit"...
No big deal, not like the story is going to change as far as the vaca. Just a little time consuming, and I was oh-so inspired!
Maybe it has something to do with those "cookies" you were talking about that I'm having an issue with. I was rather lengthly. Could I have been 'signed off' automatically?
I'll give it another go...
Smiles-
MJ

we'll be waiting.

I always do my trip reports in Word, save it, and then cut and paste to the forum. That way if something goes wrong I don't have to retype everything.

Looking forward to your report, Jim!

I did the same thing! I had it saved in word but it took me an hour to hunt for everyone's pictures. I had to start over once and when I went back in I think that I forgot to put something in the subject and then I hit submit and possibly ignored the warning about putting in a subject. Anyway, it was gone and I was so upset!
I feel your pain!

Liamsaunt, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm the most computer not knowing guy that you've ever met. Sounds interesting, though. I'm sure My Sweet Amy knows what you're talking about.
My first contribution was better stated, but I'll give it another whirl-
So,-back to the Trip Report;
After the "How ya doins'" while unpacking, we all slid into the amazing pool at Sago Palms. We were basically a bunch of 12 year olds at our rich uncles' house.
After meeting up with Mat at the ferry dock with his goodies for the villa,(I love that guy, great family)as well as the food stuffs for the week that we brought down, we were set.
We enjoyed the pool & hot tub for as long as we could...
Then the girls decided to go shopping. To this day, I have no idea for what.
Good news!- Me & Bobby were left alone back home at the villa to party like it was 1999!
Bad news!- Me & Bobby were left alone back home at the villa to party like it was 1999!
So off they went, I'm still not sure what the hell they went shopping for, doesn't matter...
Bobby & I meandered around the grounds in bewilderment, sucking on rum drinks, and beers. Sago
Palms was utterly gorgeous. Breathtaking views.
We remembered the villa greeter stating that the driveway was "not passable by any vehicles", but that there was a trail down to Hawksnest, (Jumbie/Oppenheimer...) that we could walk to.It was visually @ 1/2 mile to the beach,hell, I used to run a 1/2 mile in a minute and 54 seconds. How hard could it be?...little did we know...
Evidently at some point, we found our way back out to the driveway.
Bob was trying to convince me that we could make it to the beach & back before the girls got back, and we could tell them about our adventure!
I was more than reluctant, and while I said no, I went back in to fill up our cups with rummy goodness, and grabbed my flashlight for our trek.(Flashlight? What for? It was 3:00 pm...?)
Off we went.
The first 100 yards were paved. Steep, but paved.-Then we met our first turn in a series of unpaved zig-zags through nothing but hell.
We ventured down.
The ground beneath our feet proved to be nothing stronger than graham crackers held together only by vertical slate type rock.
Everything crumbled under our feet.
-But, we were headed to the beach, and we just let gravity have its' way.
The ground continued to crumble constantly, and we were finding ourselves victims of a particular vine species that was as thin as a cell phone charger cord. It's called a "Catch Me, Keep Me " vine.
You touch it, and it cuts and rips you as you hold on, or try to break free of it. It's a f****** nightmare!!!
All it does is slice you into pieces,while its' stickyness doesn't leave you alone.
Though-we travelled on down.
Suddenly the graham cracker footing gave way, and my 6 foot 3 frame fell smack down onto the ground,smashing my tailbone, and I had no choice but to roll,and roll.-Then I tried to stop myself from rolling, so I tried to 'skid' myself to a stop. Didn't work; more vertical razor devil rocks ripping me up, so I rolled again. Around 15 yards later, I finally slid to a stop against a tree. The whole thing seemed to happeen in slow motion.
Bobby looked down at me and asked,"Dude. Was that real? You looked like you were in a movie."
I layed on the ground, looking up through the hollow of trees at the sky, and said,"Yes."
It was getting dark down there.
Still, stupidly, we continued moving towards the sound of the surf. That was our booty.
We continued this harried trek for another 100 yards or so, when I realized that it was actually turning to nightfall. I told Bob that, yes, we may make it to the beach, but the girls have no idea where we are, and that there was no way we'd make it back up that climb.
We could hear the ocean so close by now, but we turned back up.
The most incredible experience of my life.
We kept chugging back up to the villa,-gotta' love those zig-zags, when Bobby suddenly lost his footing, and slid backwards on his belly face up down the hill. He somehow grabbed a tree root, and was literally holding on for life. "Jimmy ! You gotta' save me! I just lost one of my sandals" It was true, I watched his sandal bounce & slide away. I told him,"I'll help you, but there's no way I'm going after that sandal!" Pulled him up, and by that time we could hear the girls calling for us back up at the villa. It seemed like a lifetime away...
It was basically pitch-dark in those hollows,as we climbed. I was never so happy to bring along my flashlight, who'd a thunk it? It saved our vine sliced asses.
We finally got all the way back up to the villa, and the girls were there waiting for us, screaming about how stupid we are.
The Nerve!
We were basically covered head to toe in blood, dirt,cuts,& bruises-How can you be mad at us?!? "WE ALMOST DIED!!!," we cried.
They got over it in about a half an hour, then after them nursing back to vaca, we enjoyed an unbelievable shishkabob dinner on the grill, hottub, and much needed "Limin'" on the chaise lounges.
It's honestly exhausting just thinking about it.
Thank goodness I remembered my flashlight.-Lifesaver!
Smiles-
MJ

I just have one thing to say. "THAT was soooo funny"!!

Thanks for sharing your pain. LOL It gave me a good chuckle this morning. It sounds like a scene out of a movie. I think you deserve a Boy Scout merit badge for remembering the flashlight. LOL

I don't even know where to begin or what to say. Suffice it to say that I hope you've both learned that it's now wise to listen to the rum. I'm suprised that the girls even were speeking to you guys let alone fed you two that night. I don't think I'd be that generous. This is not a good way to begin your trip.

Yeah, I would have been soooo pissed at you! I am getting mad at my husband just thinking about it. LOL.

I am really glad this first installment had a happy ending. I would love to see the GPS location of your villa to see the terrain and how stupid you guys are!

REALLY glad that came out ok. See, us moms really worry about that kind of stuff. Hilarious story (now!)