During the 1990s, my husband and I opened a beach bar on an uninhabited island in the British Virgin Islands.
It was one of the most thrilling times in our lives!
Every day brought new challenges and new experiences.
I shared some of those memories in a post on the website, Women Who Live On Rocks.
For those that have inquired about it, I’ve posted the opening paragraphs below with a link to the full story.
Reflections of a Rookie Rock Restauranteur
I have lived on rocks all my life! 🌴
I love them so much I’ve read everything I can find about them.
Call me the “rock researcher”, for there isn’t a rock in the Virgin Islands that I don’t know a little history about.
At one point in time, my family owned many rocks: Mingo Cay, Little Saint James, and nine acres of Hassel Island in the US Virgin Islands, as well as Prickly Pear, Norman Island, and 140 acres of Peter Island in the British Virgin Islands.
Yes, even my ancestors loved rocks!
It’s pretty cool to say you own a rock… until it’s time to pay the taxes! It’s also quite a chore to protect your rock by constantly chasing curious onlookers away.
“No trespassing” signs simply don’t work as folks love to explore uninhabited rocks.
Building the Rock Bar
In 1996, I had a crazy idea: Instead of chasing all the trespassers away, why don’t we open up a rock bar and invite them all in?!
My husband agreed and after a couple of years stuck in the paperwork process, our moment finally arrived.
We hired a barge to ship all the major supplies from the main island to the out island, a distance of seven miles.
However, all of the workmen and myself had to travel over each day via open dinghy.
Though I didn’t accompany them every day during the construction phase, when I did, I was tossed about, splashed, and arrived in a salted heap with dripping wet hair….
Click on this photo link below to visit WomenWhoLiveOnRocks.com for the rest of the story.
