Our Day of Giving

Saturday the 25th was our real day of Thanksgiving. Almost everything that I was able to collect with the St. Martin Wildlife and Nature Fund was put into action… and I got the chance to say Thank You to all the organizations who have been tirelessly on the move.

Andy and I attended several events around the island and made donations to each organization below, as well as committed to other projects that need both muscle and money. 

Les Fruits De Mer is an organization committed to awareness of ecology, culture and sport through discovery, inspiration, and education.

Animal Defends of St. Maarten helps control the stray animal situation on the island through spay/neuters. 

Environmental Protection in the Caribbean (EPIC) has been regrowing the mangrove population. 

The Nature Foundation is working on rebuilding the coral “trees” and holds many beach clean ups. 

The St. Martin Wildlife and Nature Fund has reserved the last of the donations to help purchase mangrove seeds (or other plants) for EPIC as well as support Les Fruits De Mer’s upcoming events.

The final project I will be working on is my own garden. Andy and I have built two gardens from Irma debris. (Okay, the netting we bought… but the rest was pulled from mangroves and piles of trash.) 

Because people are so busy with rebuilding their own homes, there is not much energy left for a community garden. Although I have already started growing *many* plants, I have decided to give them as gifts to those willing to start their own gardens.

A few minutes drive from my home you find people still living in their cars, using Red Cross food stamps to survive. I want to put whatever is left of the funds into helping them become more independent. With a plant, some good soil and a game plan, I hope people will be able to help themselves.

Mangrove seeds are the long, bean-like pods floating in the water.

Inspecting the bugs of SXM.

Welcoming back the migratory birds, though much fewer than last year.

Andy found some ducks.

Cows pass by on our way to the bird festival.

Margo wears her new bandana courtesy of the Animal Defenders fundraiser.

Day by Day; Bits and Pieces

It’s amazing what you can get done when you don’t have internet.

No phone distractions make for a steady mind. Although I have many questions that I’d like Google to help me solve. Now I must write them down before I forget and look them up later– when I have driven down the road to borrow public wifi.

Even when I am using the wifi at the next neighborhood, I don’t stay long. Oh... the mosquitoes... They are something. I quickly load my emails, send off the ones I’ve prewritten and check in with mom.

Dust off my hands with a job complete and head back to my internet-free day... with a few new mosquito bites on my ankles.

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We average a 6:00 wake up call via sunlight streaming through the port lights. It’s one of the best skies of the day. Big, bubbly clouds over the hills and the lagoon. Beams of light blasting through.



Such a nice way to wake up– an instant smile to my squinty eyes.

After a hearty breakfast (we've given up sugar, grains, and dairy for Nov.) we outline our day. By 8 o'clock, two others have shown up to clear debris from the villa above. We spend several hours sweeping glass, scrubbing walls, and removing family knickknacks that have fallen and splattered.

By lunch we are exhausted and smelly. The heat sets in so we eat and turn up the fan blast. Depending on my energy level, I will return to my garden and play in the soil some more. After I've had enough of the mosquitoes biting my bum through my heavy pants, I give up. Retreating indoors to shower and head up the road for wifi.

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My mission since returning has been to create a good harvest– be more sustainable, organic, hippie-like. Last year I grew a few cucumbers and tomatoes in a bittersweet battle to have a successful garden. But after finishing a large book on Caribbean Gardening, I feel more confident not to screw it up, again.

I have many vegetables sprouting and need to transfer them into a protected garden soon. I was able to retrieve an huge white box from my neighbor's bushes. And I found a matching white fence that washed up in the mangroves. I am a few weeks in growing eggplants, zucchinis, tomatoes, squashes, pumpkins and cucumbers.



The plants are doing well, given they have taken a beating with the monsoon rains and erratic winds. I have boxes that I throw over them before big rains come. To offer them a little protection from wind and rain, but I don't think they appreciate it.

Anyways, I expect to have fruit in 3-4 months if we can keep the iguanas out. Just today we were sending bbs at one who came too close to the garden. I am lucky the neighbor's dog (a stray who showed up, made her home and adopted them) is an expert hunter. She will come to our marina and scale the mangroves in order to force the iguana into the water. Two much larger dogs wait for the lizard drop. Makes my eyes water; so proud of them. Margo, on the other hand, cowers from the screened-in porch.

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The stars are out by 18:30. It feels so late by the sky-clock that we decide to have early dinners. Curry, curry, and more curry. I've just learned how to make it, and we've been so happy with the results we can't not eat it... often.

At the moment, I conquer the kitchen Whole30 style (look it up). Pumping up ze captain so he can fix the boat-lift motor and prepare the new mast. Andy is truly amazing. I have never seen someone work so long and hard (every single day!) Our kitchen is covered in his lists. A hundred-million things to do; he flies around all day fixing this and that. Now he is working on sawing a couple of masts and reassembling them.



Once he can get Nai'a fixed, he can have a vacation. But first we need to get a crane to take our mast out and put the new one in. In the meantime, we have to store both masts on the boat. They rest on giant, wooden Xs that are in place from the bow to the aft. Causing a bit of a hurdle to get on and off.

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If one thing is for sure it is that we are sleeping well. We're expending so much energy, even at four meaty meals a day. Maybe it has to do with the low sugar in take or maybe it's the reassurance that hurricane season is over. People keep saying it is at least. The water has cooled enough so therefore hurricanes can't form. But I don't think Mother Nature cares much for slight differences in water temperature.

If she doesn't hit us with a hurricane, it could be something else... just as bad. But I shouldn't leave this on a gloomy note, aye? We are happy to see all the flowers blooming again!



My garden, the boat and the villa are all shaping up. One splattered mosquito, one bead of sweat, one coconut curry chicken at a time.

Slowly, but surely.

St. Martin Wildlife and Nature Fund *Turtle* Edition

Things are hot, sunny, and humid as always here in SXM. I cannot update with our progress as often as I’d like. Mostly due to my lack of internet (and also when I do have internet… I’m in a cloud of mosquitoes. So I try to work quickly.)

We are all working nonstop to get things back to normal.

So far I've been focused on growing plants. Starting with building a garden completely made out of debris found in our mangroves. (It turned out to be pretty cute, actually.) We’ve got vegetables and avocado and papaya trees on the way. Gardening in the Caribbean sun is no small feat. I also just finished reading a mighty heavy book on Caribbean Gardening, so I feel a bit more confident in a good harvest.

Will share updates on this when I've got more plants and soil to my name.

The most exciting news is that we were able to rescue baby sea turtles yesterday. Thanks to the help of a local watchman, we removed debris from the nests and uncovered babies eager to make their journey. We documented their way to sea and karate chopped any curious birds.

There are quite a few other nests that need uncovering. Sadly, many of the turtles did not make it out in time. So we are going to put more efforts into setting free the trapped babies.

We saved eleven baby sea turtles– which is just the beginning. Please share this with your turtle-lovin' friends. The more support, the quicker the wildlife will return.

Enjoy the photos. And thank you for donating to the St.Martin Wildlife and Nature Fund!

Military Turtle Stops At Nothing.

First Impressions of St. Maarten Post Irma

After nearly three months, I returned home. My first impression of the island was not what I expected. In fact, I felt people were pretty joyous. October has already proved itself a thousand times better than September.

The good part: My plane only had a handful of others. Therefore, I claimed an exit seat and watched Despicable Me 3 in full legroom comfort.

The bad part: As we approached the island I was fixated on the "white caps" I saw in every direction. These waves turned out to be debris miles out at sea. Everywhere. I was in awe at the never ending floating trash.

The good part: Green! Life is sprouting in every direction. Sure it's chaotic, but it's alive and it's happening– quickly. Our TV certainly didn't survive Irma, but this flower did. Do humans actually rule this earth? Debatable.

The bad part: Although the islanders and military are working hard to get everything back to normal, the mountains of trash will be growing for quite awhile. And I'm not exaggerating when I say mountains. They are larger than life... and, well, everywhere.

The good part: The beaches are rebounding. We drove past Mullet Bay, which was the deepest turquoise I'd ever seen it. This may have also been due to its contrast against the lagoon water. (This area used to be blocked by trees, so you couldn't see both at the same time... now it is all open.)

The bad part: In my area, we are not able to get a hold of machinery yet. We need excavators and trucks to remove the piles of broken trees, washed up plastics, and the endless amount of boards that litter the area. Some people have resorted to just burning everything... which is toxic for our lungs and the atmosphere.

The good part: Nature rules. The sun sets and the landscape stays in a shadow. Few lights twinkle in the hills, but billions more from above. Again, nature shines on where humans cannot. So thank you, Universe, for not going dark on us– even when we take room and board, pay no rent, and do little to upkeep our home. We love you, we just don't always show it.

St. Martin Wildlife and Nature Fund

On August 4, 2017 I took a plane up to New England from my tiny island home in Saint Martin. I planned to travel for a month throughout New England and Norway before returning to paradise. 

On the day I was to return, Hurricane Irma hit. The biggest hurricane ever recorded, she was a monster. I was expecting to arrive a few days later in case power was lost at the airport... only to find there was no airport. It shattered with the rest of the island. 

I expected this hurricane season to be bad... I believe in science, in global warming, in climate change and the likes. I know humans have taken advantage of earth in every way possible. So I'm not surprised she lashed back out. What goes around comes around. 

So as we start supplying aid to those who have lost their livelihoods, we also need to start thinking long term. How can we try to appease Mother Nature? Start over in a way that we are more gentle on her, and perhaps, she will show us the same respect.

Before homes, businesses, and attractions can be rebuilt in SXM, the natural foundation and landscape of the island must be secured. Inhabitants cannot continue their lives if the foundation they build upon is jeopardized. There has to be harmony between the people and the environment. All land and sea habitats/vegetation need restoration and rehabilitation asap. 

As St.Martin scrambles to bring order to the people, the island itself cannot be ignored. In order to move past Hurricane Irma and restart the economy and livelihoods of thousands, the environment must also take a forefront in humanitarian efforts. This will be a long term fund that will try to help the environment bounce back. Whether it be through planting trees, rescuing stray animals, making sure debris does not damage coral heads, and so on. The goal is for this money to help clean up and replant the lost island of Saint Martin/ Sint Maarten. Every donation will go into benefiting the island's natural infrastructure. We can do much better for the planet. 

As much as I appreciate people sending their prayers, we need tangible donations. The only way the island will be able to come back to fruition is through money, supplies, sweat and tears. I've got the second half covered. Please help with the former. 

The glory days:

Hiking High

Preikestolen is a famous hike that rises a mere 604 meters (1981 ft) above Lysefjord, an area close to Stavanger, southwest Norway. Otherwise known as Pulpit Rock, it usually takes 4 hours of hiking (roundtrip). The trail is laid out well with stone steps supervised by Nepalese Sherpas. Why fly Sherpas over thousands of miles to place stones in the ground? Because Norwegians are thorough, that's why. 

Streams run throughout the area so freshwater is always near by. Although I knew the water was perfectly good, I still had strange thoughts as I sipped my yellow-tinted water. Tasted fine, looked a bit dirty... just close your eyes.

Most semi-conditioned persons can make it to the top with a few breaks. I felt the burn after 2.5 hours of powering through. I may be lucky to have muscles after this trip.

Because I did this hike in August, the sun was still shining past 21:00. That meant we did not have to go during the rush hour/noon time crowd. A local drug enforcement officer/dog handler and his service pup took me to the top. We left Sadnes, a town close to Stavanger, at 16:30 and arrived to the trail head at 17:30.  I didn't realize it was so far from town. We had to take the car with a ferry as well. Conclusion: friends are good to have. Friends with cars are even better. Because we started so late, we had a very easy time navigating the trail. No congestion or dog fights.

Although I don't have photos of the trail up to the top, you can imagine there were a lot of stairs involved. And I remember thinking as I climbed, "Good thing I like rocks." My friend (and guide) also complimented me that I had complained the least out of all of his guests. Though I can't remember if I had a single one. Like I said, good thing I like rocks and free water.

 

Around 8 o'clock at night on the way down the mountain. I was nervous there would not be enough light for good photos. Wasn't the case.