This wild monkey hangs around Sunshine’s beach bar on Nevis and has a reputation for distracting you with his antics and then stealing your Killer Bee (one very potent and deliciously deceptive beverage).  If he is unable to snag some unwary tourist’s drink, he’ll just knock over a vase and settle for water.

One afternoon found us anchored near a beach resort on Saint Kitts where the list of available water toys included skidoos and jet platforms…

It is at this juncture of our Updates that I provide my Bride with a palette to display the wildlife she has managed to run to ground and the associated vegetation in which they are hiding.  Go get ‘em, Zook!

We made landfall the next evening on Saint Maarten and a few days later left the islands bathed in the glow of a fiery Caribbean sunset…

On rare occasions we encounter some wildlife which apparently has never heard the Park Ranger’s admonishment to maintain 25 feet between yourself and the critters…

Occasionally we will find something that just doesn’t lend itself to an entire web page but is interesting enough, at least to us, that we like to include it as a lagniappe (a little something extra thrown in to flavor the gumbo).  We were recently in California and discovered an elephant seal preserve with newborn pups at Piedras Blancas near San Simeon.

And that will about do it for now.  Hugs, CC & me

  Fair Winds, Following Seas                                             July 18, 2016

Howdy Guys!  We have been experiencing a website issue for the past few months as a result of GoDaddy discontinuing the format we have used to publish Galloping Geezers for more than 10 years.  Our Web Mistress, Zookie, has been working her little fingers to the bone without rest for nearly 2 months rebuilding the entire site of 197 web pages.  The Update you will be reading now was actually written in March 2016.  We apologize for the delay.

Clear the decks, man the guns and lower the longboats!  The bawdy buccaneers are back and have made ready to terrorize the Spanish Main!!!!  ARRRRRRGH!!

We spent several days prior to our seafaring shenanigans resting and provisioning on Saint Maarten…

We rowed quietly out of the harbor and then set to work raising sails…

Alas, the day of departure arrived and we boarded a long boat with all of our gear and headed out to our ship which lay strategically hidden in a fog bank…

After a proper re-fueling of both man and machine we spotted a large fat merchantman of the Club Med fleet and launched an all out cannonade which set those tanned and pampered yuppie bilge rats running for shore…

And a few more hours locating the booty we would make off with during our return visit…

I don’t think Bobby got the word that this competition was for lasses only.  Eat yer hearts out, landlubbers!

But there is a lot more to being a well rounded pirate besides the plundering, pillaging and bawdy brawls.  We also spend a great deal of time ashore exploring the various islands through which we sail…

As this was our home port to which we would return after our voyage, we spent very little time engaged in plunder and pillage and concentrated our efforts on reducing the island’s stock of Caribe Beer and fine Caribbean rum…

After a hard fought sea battle some pirate style entertainment was called for which always includes a lovely wench or two and the traditional Bare Butt Rendezvous…


Hoisting canvas on a 3-masted schooner is hot and thirsty work which requires imbibing massive quantities of grog and grub to keep one’s spirits up…