St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.250N
64.55.584W
There are several phrases that I really don’t want to hear during our Sabbatical and one of them is ‘we’re taking on water’.
The day started as planned. I had pedaled my way to the bowling alley to renew our Florida registrations and see if the insurance company had acknowledged receiving our survey and then returned to the marina. During that time, Dale had loaded the remaining items out of the dock box, his bicycle and had washed, dried and folded the last of the laundry (what a guy!). We loaded my bicycle and then backed out of our slip and moved to the fuel dock where we pumped as much fuel into our tanks and jerry cans as the Palace would hold. We spoke at length with the base CO, who had come down to wish us well on our trip, about the fate of Roosey . Then about noon, we radio harbor control and eased our way out of the harbor that will always be dear to us.
We passed through some rain sqalls but no thunder or lightening associated with them. Dale and I both noticed on separate occasions that the bilge pump would cycle emptying a good amount of water but with the rain, dismissed it.
By the time we had reached the end of Vieques a couple of hours later, the rain had passed and sunshine ruled the rest of the day. However, the bilge pump kept cycling. By the time we reached St. Thomas, Dale had become concerned and went down to take a look. That’s when I heard “we’re taking on water”. I mentally told myself not to panic.
Dale checked the usual culprits, the watermaker hose, loose strainers, etc. and came back that the dripless seal on the shaft was leaking, significantly but the bilge pump was keeping it in check. Since it was already a little after 5pm, it was more important to get into Charlotte Amalie and anchor rather than stop to attempt a repair. Needless to say, I didn’t slow the boat until we were well inside the entrance. With both the sail and the motor, we were traveling in excess of 7 kts at times.
We saw Nicolino anchored nearby and try to radio them. No response. We waved to Gate who was sitting on the back but he didn’t seem to understand that we were trying to radio him. We kept going.
We crept through the narrow and shallow Haulover cut and dodged a taxiing sea plane making its way to its hanger. We were somewhat surprised when we rounded the turn into Charlotte Amalie to see all of the boats pointed south towards the main channel, instead of the usual north or east. We wound our way though the anchored boats and dropped our hook in our favorite area.
Dale no sooner had the anchor set, when he went below to raid his tool box and disappeared into our aft stateroom. A few minutes later he came out to say that the leak had been stymied. He sopped up the remaining water and returned his tools to their home in the big red box in the front stateroom.
I think that I’ve said this before: I wouldn’t be out here if I didn’t have confidence in Dale’s abilities and I will never complain about the amount of tools he has on board. He saved the day.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
I’m sure you can tell by now that I love my computer. It’s a complex toy that I enjoy playing with. When it works. When it doesn’t work and I know that it’s operator error, it can be the most frustrating piece of hardware on earth.
For example, when we received an e-mail from our insurance company indicating that they wanted a recent survey on our boat before renewing our policy, it should have been a simple act of scanning a copy of the one we had done last fall (thank God and Jim Campbell) and e-mailing it back to them. Except that when I connected my new HP laptop to my old HP printer, the computer wouldn’t recognize that I had connected it. What a pain in the patoot!
Since we hadn’t brought along the CD containing the printer drivers that came with the old printer, we had to pack both the laptop and the printer into backpacks and schlep them into the bowling alley to connect both of them to the internet to download the software. Even that was more problematic than it should have been. The long (an hour for the download) and the short (Dale’s temper by the time we were completely done) of it, is that once the laptop and printer were happily clicking in the same direction, I was able to scan the document and forward it on to our insurance company (another hour of uploading the information). The things we do to keep that particular industry happy.
With the morning completely gone, we started our trek back to the boat. Along the way, the base CO spotted us and flagged us down to tell us that the package we had been waiting for was in his office. It had been mis-delivered (since it was clearly addressed to the marina) a few days before.
We quickly went through it and found 3 of our 5 Florida registration renewals; one of them was for the Palace, so I’ll be heading back to the bowling alley for one more connection before we leave. As I started out, when my computer and I are working as a cohesive unit, you can hardly tell that we’re out of the country. However, when there is a break in communication between my computer and its operator, I can tell that we are in the farthest reaches of the world without Cherie and the IT crew to back me up.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
I’m sure you can tell by now that I love my computer. It’s a complex toy that I enjoy playing with. When it works. When it doesn’t work and I know that it’s operator error, it can be the most frustrating piece of hardware on earth.
For example, when we received an e-mail from our insurance company indicating that they wanted a recent survey on our boat before renewing our policy, it should have been a simple act of scanning a copy of the one we had done last fall (thank God and Jim Campbell) and e-mailing it back to them. Except that when I connected my new HP laptop to my old HP printer, the computer wouldn’t recognize that I had connected it. What a pain in the patoot!
Since we hadn’t brought along the CD containing the printer drivers that came with the old printer, we had to pack both the laptop and the printer into backpacks and schlep them into the bowling alley to connect both of them to the internet to download the software. Even that was more problematic than it should have been. The long (an hour for the download) and the short (Dale’s temper by the time we were completely done) of it, is that once the laptop and printer were happily clicking in the same direction, I was able to scan the document and forward it on to our insurance company (another hour of uploading the information). The things we do to keep that particular industry happy.
With the morning completely gone, we started our trek back to the boat. Along the way, the base CO spotted us and flagged us down to tell us that the package we had been waiting for was in his office. It had been mis-delivered (since it was clearly addressed to the marina) a few days before.
We quickly went through it and found 3 of our 5 Florida registration renewals; one of them was for the Palace, so I’ll be heading back to the bowling alley for one more connection before we leave. As I started out, when my computer and I are working as a cohesive unit, you can hardly tell that we’re out of the country. However, when there is a break in communication between my computer and its operator, I can tell that we are in the farthest reaches of the world without Cherie and the IT crew to back me up.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
There was still no mail for us today, so we pedaled our way to the Bowling Alley and uploaded the blog posts, made sure our bills were paid and answered our e-mails. The rest of the day we spent rearranging book shelves and cupboards. Unfortunately, this makes for a boring entry.
We did finally hear from Rainbow Rider. They made it to Luperon, DR. At this rate, we won’t see them until we make the turn to come back. I guess that’s better than not seeing them at all.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
There was still no mail for us today, so we pedaled our way to the Bowling Alley and uploaded the blog posts, made sure our bills were paid and answered our e-mails. The rest of the day we spent rearranging book shelves and cupboards. Unfortunately, this makes for a boring entry.
We did finally hear from Rainbow Rider. They made it to Luperon, DR. At this rate, we won’t see them until we make the turn to come back. I guess that’s better than not seeing them at all.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We spent most of Sunday, returning the items removed from our guest berthing area back to where they belonged and vacuum sealed my larger purchases into smaller ones for storage. I even pre-baked several 2 person meatloaves for freezing, saving one for dinner. We repackaged anything that originally came in cardboard into plastic and then swept, mopped and shook all of the rugs. We’ll give the Palace a thorough cleaning, inside and out, before we take off.
This morning, as is our usual habit before we undertake a big crossing, we started listening to the weather. This time we were waiting for information on crossing the Anegada Passage. We had hoped to cross either tomorrow or Wednesday depending upon when we received our mail. Unfortunately, our mail didn’t come today and as of tomorrow, the weather is predicted to deteriorate with the seas picking up to over 9’ in the Passage. It’s not anticipated to calm down until the weekend, so we slowed our pace and ended up reading for most of the day.
However, this afternoon, earlier than forecast, the wind picked up. With any kind of luck the front will move through more quickly than predicted. We’ll pick up our pace again tomorrow and once we get our mail, we’ll move on to the Virgin Islands to wait for the first opportunity to cross from there.
We’ve really enjoyed our time back at Roosey and look forward to returning here next year on our way back home. Hopefully, it will still be open.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We spent most of Sunday, returning the items removed from our guest berthing area back to where they belonged and vacuum sealed my larger purchases into smaller ones for storage. I even pre-baked several 2 person meatloaves for freezing, saving one for dinner. We repackaged anything that originally came in cardboard into plastic and then swept, mopped and shook all of the rugs. We’ll give the Palace a thorough cleaning, inside and out, before we take off.
This morning, as is our usual habit before we undertake a big crossing, we started listening to the weather. This time we were waiting for information on crossing the Anegada Passage. We had hoped to cross either tomorrow or Wednesday depending upon when we received our mail. Unfortunately, our mail didn’t come today and as of tomorrow, the weather is predicted to deteriorate with the seas picking up to over 9’ in the Passage. It’s not anticipated to calm down until the weekend, so we slowed our pace and ended up reading for most of the day.
However, this afternoon, earlier than forecast, the wind picked up. With any kind of luck the front will move through more quickly than predicted. We’ll pick up our pace again tomorrow and once we get our mail, we’ll move on to the Virgin Islands to wait for the first opportunity to cross from there.
We’ve really enjoyed our time back at Roosey and look forward to returning here next year on our way back home. Hopefully, it will still be open.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Too soon, Michelle is leaving. Spring break is over and we were delighted that she wanted to spend it with us. She seemed to have enjoyed herself just floating in the water or reading a novel as opposed to the text books she been pouring over for the last couple of semesters.
On her last day here, we decided that we would indeed start heading south shortly after she left. Since we had rented a car to take her back to the airport, she was kind enough to go provisioning shopping with me before her departure which included buying some things in bulk and yet others in as small of a container as we could find. She helped load and then unload all of my giant purchases of toilet paper and paper towels and helped bag and contain all of my little jars and cans of this and that.
We headed back to the Palace and set up a bucket brigade of unloading the cart from me on the dock, to her in the cockpit and then to Dale down in the salon. We hastily put those items that needed refrigeration into an ice chest, placed a couple of bags of ice on top, and then loaded the car with her bags to head to the airport.
We stopped for a bite to eat on our way and then kissed her goodbye at the airport. There would be no place to sit and watch the planes take off for us this time. Probably for the best, it was hard enough saying goodbye to our friends, this time it was our daughter.
The drive back was pretty much in silence. We stopped by a hardware store to pick up some more bungee cords (you can never have too many) with our minds already checking off the things that needed to be accomplished before we left.
I had mentioned to Dale that I should probably get a hair cut before we left. He had seen a hair salon near the base so we stopped to see what their hours were. Lucky for me, the proprietress was there and offered to cut my hair right then. She did a great job. As of this date, my hair is officially shorter than Dale’s. Any day now he will sport the pony tail he’s contemplated since the 70’s, not an easy thing to do with the curly hair as he has.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Too soon, Michelle is leaving. Spring break is over and we were delighted that she wanted to spend it with us. She seemed to have enjoyed herself just floating in the water or reading a novel as opposed to the text books she been pouring over for the last couple of semesters.
On her last day here, we decided that we would indeed start heading south shortly after she left. Since we had rented a car to take her back to the airport, she was kind enough to go provisioning shopping with me before her departure which included buying some things in bulk and yet others in as small of a container as we could find. She helped load and then unload all of my giant purchases of toilet paper and paper towels and helped bag and contain all of my little jars and cans of this and that.
We headed back to the Palace and set up a bucket brigade of unloading the cart from me on the dock, to her in the cockpit and then to Dale down in the salon. We hastily put those items that needed refrigeration into an ice chest, placed a couple of bags of ice on top, and then loaded the car with her bags to head to the airport.
We stopped for a bite to eat on our way and then kissed her goodbye at the airport. There would be no place to sit and watch the planes take off for us this time. Probably for the best, it was hard enough saying goodbye to our friends, this time it was our daughter.
The drive back was pretty much in silence. We stopped by a hardware store to pick up some more bungee cords (you can never have too many) with our minds already checking off the things that needed to be accomplished before we left.
I had mentioned to Dale that I should probably get a hair cut before we left. He had seen a hair salon near the base so we stopped to see what their hours were. Lucky for me, the proprietress was there and offered to cut my hair right then. She did a great job. As of this date, my hair is officially shorter than Dale’s. Any day now he will sport the pony tail he’s contemplated since the 70’s, not an easy thing to do with the curly hair as he has.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Culebrita, PR
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
As we approached Culebrita on Wednesday, Dale and I recognized Nicolino (a sistership to the Palace,) sailed by Gate & Darby, whom we had met in Luperon. We hailed them and told them that we were planning on mooring in the harbor beyond where they were anchored and promised to catch up with them in the Virgins next week.
Michelle recognized the harbor we entered and we sat reminiscing about our adventures here 12 years ago. You see, the first time we ever anchored in this harbor, it was after a rain squall had broken our genoa halyard. In the pitching seas, standing on the pulpit, Dale had done his best to jury rig the sail but the pitching and rolling was more than he could take.
In order to be better able to help Dale sail our first boat, Michelle (about 16 at the time) and I had just finished our basic sailing course and passed the test to get our skipper‘s card. We were pretty proud of those little cards but that particular rain squall put us to the test more than any pencil, paper, or trial runs ever could. Before going down to hit the rack, he pointed to the closest island, showed us which harbor to go into on a chart and asked us to take us in. We did. In fact, we only woke him to help us anchor. I guess that’s when Dale’s dream of cruising became more of a reality; when I realized that I could sail the boat too and would have some control of my own fate at sea.
Yesterday of course, was a gorgeous day and the most we’d be tested this time would be how much sun block we could use in a single afternoon.
On Thursday, Dale decided that not only was he going to work on the macerator pump again but that he was going to make a better repair to the rub rail that had been damaged in a storm several years ago. He pried the rub rail off with a screwdriver, cleaned the old caulking off with a knife, applied some new adhesive, hammered it on with a rubber mallet, and slipped a couple of ropes completely around the boat sandwiching the fender board over the repair and then twisted the ropes into a tourniquet holding the fender board in place over the repair. My assistance in this matter was limited to handing him whatever tool was needed when required and tidying up the repair with “GooGone” when he was done. I swear I’d make a good nurse.
Next, he moved to the macerator pump and poo tank. I handed him some latex gloves and moved to the farthest reaches of the boat and read silently; Michelle went swimming; trying to keep most of her body underwater and away from the sun.
When Dale emerged, snapping his gloves off and tossing them into the garbage, he declared that he had done what he could for the patient and that we would have to wait and see if it would work. He pushed the button for a quick check. A small dark cloud emerged from under the boat; Michelle screamed that we should have warned her and paddled her inner tube up current towards the beach and away from the discolored water as fast as she could. At first blush, it appeared to be working. We all went snorkeling and hoped for the best.
On Friday, he removed the tourniquet from the rub rail; the repair looked good and seemed to be holding. After allowing me to finish my book (remember the back of the boat?) we hoisted anchor and when we reached the proper distance from shore, we pushed the button and held our breath. Thank heavens, the gauge indicated that the tank was emptying. We put some disinfectant into it and sealed it up. We’re now ready for anyone else who might want to visit.
In the meantime, do you recall that I told you Dale and I had taught Michelle how to play Mexican Dominos? She loved it! In fact, she wanted to play it every night she was here. She was pretty dang good at it too! Be careful if she tries to get you to play a game with her, she’s a bit of a ringer now.
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
As we approached Culebrita on Wednesday, Dale and I recognized Nicolino (a sistership to the Palace,) sailed by Gate & Darby, whom we had met in Luperon. We hailed them and told them that we were planning on mooring in the harbor beyond where they were anchored and promised to catch up with them in the Virgins next week.
Michelle recognized the harbor we entered and we sat reminiscing about our adventures here 12 years ago. You see, the first time we ever anchored in this harbor, it was after a rain squall had broken our genoa halyard. In the pitching seas, standing on the pulpit, Dale had done his best to jury rig the sail but the pitching and rolling was more than he could take.
In order to be better able to help Dale sail our first boat, Michelle (about 16 at the time) and I had just finished our basic sailing course and passed the test to get our skipper‘s card. We were pretty proud of those little cards but that particular rain squall put us to the test more than any pencil, paper, or trial runs ever could. Before going down to hit the rack, he pointed to the closest island, showed us which harbor to go into on a chart and asked us to take us in. We did. In fact, we only woke him to help us anchor. I guess that’s when Dale’s dream of cruising became more of a reality; when I realized that I could sail the boat too and would have some control of my own fate at sea.
Yesterday of course, was a gorgeous day and the most we’d be tested this time would be how much sun block we could use in a single afternoon.
On Thursday, Dale decided that not only was he going to work on the macerator pump again but that he was going to make a better repair to the rub rail that had been damaged in a storm several years ago. He pried the rub rail off with a screwdriver, cleaned the old caulking off with a knife, applied some new adhesive, hammered it on with a rubber mallet, and slipped a couple of ropes completely around the boat sandwiching the fender board over the repair and then twisted the ropes into a tourniquet holding the fender board in place over the repair. My assistance in this matter was limited to handing him whatever tool was needed when required and tidying up the repair with “GooGone” when he was done. I swear I’d make a good nurse.
Next, he moved to the macerator pump and poo tank. I handed him some latex gloves and moved to the farthest reaches of the boat and read silently; Michelle went swimming; trying to keep most of her body underwater and away from the sun.
When Dale emerged, snapping his gloves off and tossing them into the garbage, he declared that he had done what he could for the patient and that we would have to wait and see if it would work. He pushed the button for a quick check. A small dark cloud emerged from under the boat; Michelle screamed that we should have warned her and paddled her inner tube up current towards the beach and away from the discolored water as fast as she could. At first blush, it appeared to be working. We all went snorkeling and hoped for the best.
On Friday, he removed the tourniquet from the rub rail; the repair looked good and seemed to be holding. After allowing me to finish my book (remember the back of the boat?) we hoisted anchor and when we reached the proper distance from shore, we pushed the button and held our breath. Thank heavens, the gauge indicated that the tank was emptying. We put some disinfectant into it and sealed it up. We’re now ready for anyone else who might want to visit.
In the meantime, do you recall that I told you Dale and I had taught Michelle how to play Mexican Dominos? She loved it! In fact, she wanted to play it every night she was here. She was pretty dang good at it too! Be careful if she tries to get you to play a game with her, she’s a bit of a ringer now.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Roosevelt Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
On Monday morning, I thought I would make a quick trip to the Bowling Alley to log onto the internet but ended up staying there 3 ½ hours. The connection was slow and by the time I answered all of my e-mails and updated my posts from the Virgin Islands, Dale had come looking for me fearing the worst; I’d gotten a flat tire and had to walk back in the heat, somehow finding a way to blame him for all of my misfortune.
Michelle had scoped out a seat on the back of the boat and had settled into a routine of reading, taking a quick dip and then returning to read some more.
Dale had been anxious to tear the front cabin apart as the macerator under the deck and the holding tank under the forward bunk were not cooperating when he tried to empty them; fortunately, we have a second head (toilet). Michelle and I convinced him that he should wait until the morning and we would get completely out of his way as we didn’t want to be around when poo might fly. He agreed. There is a great deal of salty language in the air when work is being done on the poo tank.
So that evening, Dale and I taught Michelle how to play the Palace’s version of Mexican Dominos. She grasped it quickly and ended up winning that night.
Tuesday morning, as promised, Michelle and I strapped our inner tubes and noodles to the bikes and headed off for the beach I remembered as having trees very near the water so that I could sit in the shade and read, while she made like a duck and bobbed around. Every once in a while she would emerge and I’d slather her back with SPF 60 sun block and she’d head back out to float around in the tube. Some things never change. I’ve been slathering her snow white skin with sun block since she was born and she’s still trying to tan it before it burns.
Since we were trying to stay out of Dale’s way, we spent a great deal of time at the deserted beach and only headed back when Michelle’s stomach started making the most unladylike noises.
When we returned, I threw some pizza in Michelle’s direction and then asked about the poo tank. It appeared to be a go. He discovered (reading the manuals) that if there are any air leaks in the tank connections or hoses, it won’t work. Exposing a couple of these leaks, he repaired them and sealed it all back up. All we needed to do now is head 3 miles away from shore and let her rip.
Today is Wednesday. I made a quicker run to the Bowling Alley for my internet fix and we are presently heading to Culebrita with the wind directly on our nose. Dale has already tried to use the macerator and unfortunately, it’s still not working. I suspect that although Michelle is nursing a nasty sun burn, on her feet and armpits of all places, we’ll be expelled from the boat again tomorrow, the front berthing area will be dismantled, and repairs will be attempted once more. It’s a dirty job and Dale has to do it.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
On Monday morning, I thought I would make a quick trip to the Bowling Alley to log onto the internet but ended up staying there 3 ½ hours. The connection was slow and by the time I answered all of my e-mails and updated my posts from the Virgin Islands, Dale had come looking for me fearing the worst; I’d gotten a flat tire and had to walk back in the heat, somehow finding a way to blame him for all of my misfortune.
Michelle had scoped out a seat on the back of the boat and had settled into a routine of reading, taking a quick dip and then returning to read some more.
Dale had been anxious to tear the front cabin apart as the macerator under the deck and the holding tank under the forward bunk were not cooperating when he tried to empty them; fortunately, we have a second head (toilet). Michelle and I convinced him that he should wait until the morning and we would get completely out of his way as we didn’t want to be around when poo might fly. He agreed. There is a great deal of salty language in the air when work is being done on the poo tank.
So that evening, Dale and I taught Michelle how to play the Palace’s version of Mexican Dominos. She grasped it quickly and ended up winning that night.
Tuesday morning, as promised, Michelle and I strapped our inner tubes and noodles to the bikes and headed off for the beach I remembered as having trees very near the water so that I could sit in the shade and read, while she made like a duck and bobbed around. Every once in a while she would emerge and I’d slather her back with SPF 60 sun block and she’d head back out to float around in the tube. Some things never change. I’ve been slathering her snow white skin with sun block since she was born and she’s still trying to tan it before it burns.
Since we were trying to stay out of Dale’s way, we spent a great deal of time at the deserted beach and only headed back when Michelle’s stomach started making the most unladylike noises.
When we returned, I threw some pizza in Michelle’s direction and then asked about the poo tank. It appeared to be a go. He discovered (reading the manuals) that if there are any air leaks in the tank connections or hoses, it won’t work. Exposing a couple of these leaks, he repaired them and sealed it all back up. All we needed to do now is head 3 miles away from shore and let her rip.
Today is Wednesday. I made a quicker run to the Bowling Alley for my internet fix and we are presently heading to Culebrita with the wind directly on our nose. Dale has already tried to use the macerator and unfortunately, it’s still not working. I suspect that although Michelle is nursing a nasty sun burn, on her feet and armpits of all places, we’ll be expelled from the boat again tomorrow, the front berthing area will be dismantled, and repairs will be attempted once more. It’s a dirty job and Dale has to do it.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Roosevelt Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Did you know that weights for dive belts come in colors now? I’ve had mine since 1982, so I hadn’t paid much attention to them since them.
With only a slight glitch in getting the rental car, we headed off to pick up Michelle from the airport.
We stopped by Puerto del Mar and bumped into Gate off Nicolino. He and Darby had probably arrived there shortly after DocNoMore and MTNest left. He anticipated that they would be heading to the Virgin Islands this week and would more than likely spend the better part of a month in the area before moving on. We expressed our hope that we would see them again down island..
We stopped by the local Home Depot to pick up another pair of dive gloves for Dale as one of his was cast to the deep when the buckets we rinse them in took a leap off the back end last week.
Michelle arrived pretty much on time and without too much drama; except for the fact that she had gone to the wrong airport in Orlando to catch her plane. Obviously, she found the right one with time to spare.
We had a quick lunch at Fudruckers, one of Dale’s favorite hamburger joints, then sought out a dive shop to replace the dive belts and weights that had gone for a swim without their owners at the same time as his glove took a dive. It was the only time, including the day that it happened, that I mentioned, casually and in jest, that it was an expensive lesson . I never mentioned or even alluded to the fact that I had suggested securing the buckets for sea but had been advised in that manner husbands save for their wives in front of guests, that it wasn’t necessary. Not that I would remind him of any of this but since there were some bright pink weights that matched perfectly the snorkel and fins I have, I took advantage of the captive audience I had in Michelle and told her the story. With emphasis added--at just the right places--to poke some fun at him. We all had a pretty good laugh, including the shop manager.
Michelle is spending her spring break with us says that she just wants to float in water where she can see her toes for a couple of days. I think we have that covered.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Did you know that weights for dive belts come in colors now? I’ve had mine since 1982, so I hadn’t paid much attention to them since them.
With only a slight glitch in getting the rental car, we headed off to pick up Michelle from the airport.
We stopped by Puerto del Mar and bumped into Gate off Nicolino. He and Darby had probably arrived there shortly after DocNoMore and MTNest left. He anticipated that they would be heading to the Virgin Islands this week and would more than likely spend the better part of a month in the area before moving on. We expressed our hope that we would see them again down island..
We stopped by the local Home Depot to pick up another pair of dive gloves for Dale as one of his was cast to the deep when the buckets we rinse them in took a leap off the back end last week.
Michelle arrived pretty much on time and without too much drama; except for the fact that she had gone to the wrong airport in Orlando to catch her plane. Obviously, she found the right one with time to spare.
We had a quick lunch at Fudruckers, one of Dale’s favorite hamburger joints, then sought out a dive shop to replace the dive belts and weights that had gone for a swim without their owners at the same time as his glove took a dive. It was the only time, including the day that it happened, that I mentioned, casually and in jest, that it was an expensive lesson . I never mentioned or even alluded to the fact that I had suggested securing the buckets for sea but had been advised in that manner husbands save for their wives in front of guests, that it wasn’t necessary. Not that I would remind him of any of this but since there were some bright pink weights that matched perfectly the snorkel and fins I have, I took advantage of the captive audience I had in Michelle and told her the story. With emphasis added--at just the right places--to poke some fun at him. We all had a pretty good laugh, including the shop manager.
Michelle is spending her spring break with us says that she just wants to float in water where she can see her toes for a couple of days. I think we have that covered.
Roosevelt Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We hoisted our anchor and slipped out of Charlotte Amalie at 6:30 am. We passed Calaloo bobbing silently at her anchor without a dinghy which would indicate that Rick & Connie (whom we had met in the Exumas) were elsewhere. As silently as we could, we left St. Thomas behind. The cruise liners were just arriving, so we left by the west side of Hassel Island and out through Haulover Cut.
For the longest time, the anonometer indicated double zeros but once out into the ocean, it started registering a slight breeze; we kept motoring in the calm seas. We adjusted course to skirt a tug and barge near Sail Rock. We motored past a white research vessel, more than likely on its way to the coral preserve off St. John.
Between 8 and 8:45 we listened to the SSB for DocNoMore and MTNest, periodically hailing them. We motored past the sail boat race on Culebra that Dale had originally wanted to participate in but visiting with Gerry & Nicky until Friday and picking Michelle, our daughter, up in San Juan on Sunday, was more important. We looked for Dotty II, the boat Chuck McLaughlin would have been racing on but didn’t see her.
We did pass St. Christopher on her way to St. Thomas from Roosey to pick up guests and spoke to Tom & Jordan briefly regarding their plans for heading south. For old times sake, we hailed Rainbow Rider on the radio, just in case they might be within range. No response.
The wind never did pick up to more than 6 or 7 kts. We motored the entire way back to Roosey Roads and arrived by 1:00 pm. Once we were tied up at our slip again, Dale set about scrubbing the salt off the Palace and I started getting caught up on the laundry. Tomorrow we pick up Michelle.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We hoisted our anchor and slipped out of Charlotte Amalie at 6:30 am. We passed Calaloo bobbing silently at her anchor without a dinghy which would indicate that Rick & Connie (whom we had met in the Exumas) were elsewhere. As silently as we could, we left St. Thomas behind. The cruise liners were just arriving, so we left by the west side of Hassel Island and out through Haulover Cut.
For the longest time, the anonometer indicated double zeros but once out into the ocean, it started registering a slight breeze; we kept motoring in the calm seas. We adjusted course to skirt a tug and barge near Sail Rock. We motored past a white research vessel, more than likely on its way to the coral preserve off St. John.
Between 8 and 8:45 we listened to the SSB for DocNoMore and MTNest, periodically hailing them. We motored past the sail boat race on Culebra that Dale had originally wanted to participate in but visiting with Gerry & Nicky until Friday and picking Michelle, our daughter, up in San Juan on Sunday, was more important. We looked for Dotty II, the boat Chuck McLaughlin would have been racing on but didn’t see her.
We did pass St. Christopher on her way to St. Thomas from Roosey to pick up guests and spoke to Tom & Jordan briefly regarding their plans for heading south. For old times sake, we hailed Rainbow Rider on the radio, just in case they might be within range. No response.
The wind never did pick up to more than 6 or 7 kts. We motored the entire way back to Roosey Roads and arrived by 1:00 pm. Once we were tied up at our slip again, Dale set about scrubbing the salt off the Palace and I started getting caught up on the laundry. Tomorrow we pick up Michelle.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.236N
64.55.605W
For some crazy reason, we all were up early today. We had a leisurely breakfast before Gerry & Nicky set about packing for their return trip. We spent the rest of the morning scavenging St. Thomas harbor side for great duty free deals.
I finally got a chance to rummage through the straw market that is set up right across the street from the dinghy dock. They actually had the best deals on souvenirs throughout the Virgin Islands. We stopped by a store that specializes in Rolex watches. I believe Gerry said that the watch he had priced on the internet was $1000 cheaper here. Nicky & I found Liberty Jewelers again and each came away with a pair of ear rings. Our eyes were tantalized by the crystal fish, turtles and parrots in the House of Crystal but both of our husbands reminded us that we live in houses on water and crystal really didn’t mix well with water.
We ate lunch in a restaurant called Herve’ that was located next to the Hotel 1629. Great food at reasonable prices. We sat at a window table overlooking Charlotte Amalie Harbor and watched the boats and sea planes come and go. There were bananas growing outside another window; for some reason I get a kick out of seeing bananas hanging from their trees.
Too soon we had to make our way back to the boat to pick up Gerry & Nicky’s luggage. We sat for awhile talking in the cockpit before we had to dinghy back in to take them to the airport. It was a very quiet dinghy ride. I guess none of us really wanted to say goodbye.
Dale and I thought we would ride with them to the airport but when the Jeepney stopped, Nicky turned and gave each of us a hug and said goodbye. Gerry was next and then, they were gone. A few seconds later, I thought it would have made a good picture of them sitting in the open air taxi.
We made our way back to the Palace even more quietly than we had left. I asked Dale if he thought we would be able to sail her by ourselves again. Once we had developed a new routine, it was nice having extra sets of hands. I know for me, it was especially nice to have another female sailor onboard who could, with a simple look, assure me that she knew what I was thinking and felt the same way.
A big jet just took off from the airport, banked over the harbor and headed out across the ocean. Hopefully, it was theirs and they saw us waving farewell to them from the Palace.
18.20.236N
64.55.605W
For some crazy reason, we all were up early today. We had a leisurely breakfast before Gerry & Nicky set about packing for their return trip. We spent the rest of the morning scavenging St. Thomas harbor side for great duty free deals.
I finally got a chance to rummage through the straw market that is set up right across the street from the dinghy dock. They actually had the best deals on souvenirs throughout the Virgin Islands. We stopped by a store that specializes in Rolex watches. I believe Gerry said that the watch he had priced on the internet was $1000 cheaper here. Nicky & I found Liberty Jewelers again and each came away with a pair of ear rings. Our eyes were tantalized by the crystal fish, turtles and parrots in the House of Crystal but both of our husbands reminded us that we live in houses on water and crystal really didn’t mix well with water.
We ate lunch in a restaurant called Herve’ that was located next to the Hotel 1629. Great food at reasonable prices. We sat at a window table overlooking Charlotte Amalie Harbor and watched the boats and sea planes come and go. There were bananas growing outside another window; for some reason I get a kick out of seeing bananas hanging from their trees.
Too soon we had to make our way back to the boat to pick up Gerry & Nicky’s luggage. We sat for awhile talking in the cockpit before we had to dinghy back in to take them to the airport. It was a very quiet dinghy ride. I guess none of us really wanted to say goodbye.
Dale and I thought we would ride with them to the airport but when the Jeepney stopped, Nicky turned and gave each of us a hug and said goodbye. Gerry was next and then, they were gone. A few seconds later, I thought it would have made a good picture of them sitting in the open air taxi.
We made our way back to the Palace even more quietly than we had left. I asked Dale if he thought we would be able to sail her by ourselves again. Once we had developed a new routine, it was nice having extra sets of hands. I know for me, it was especially nice to have another female sailor onboard who could, with a simple look, assure me that she knew what I was thinking and felt the same way.
A big jet just took off from the airport, banked over the harbor and headed out across the ocean. Hopefully, it was theirs and they saw us waving farewell to them from the Palace.
Friday, March 17, 2006
St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.222N
64.55.607W
It was a quiet night and we awoke to wild donkeys braying on the beach near where we were moored; alternative alarm clocks are unique to each island, I‘m learning. Due to the genset malfunction last evening, however, Nicky and I knew that we should probably make ourselves scarce when the tools came out in spite of the possibility of donkey spotting from the boat.
You’ll probably remember from my previous post about Leinster Bay, there is a nice little snorkeling island called Waterlemon Cay right here. So when the guys started demolishing the salon, we took the dinghy and went snorkeling. We saw rays, flounder, sergeant majors, about 20 barracuda (young ones with one big one patrolling the posse), butterfly fish and tiny little silversides. We even saw a couple of hermit crabs living in fairly large conch shells crawling along the bottom.
At one point we looked up from our snorkeling and saw the guys on either side of the boat hanging off the standing rigging, rocking the Palace from side to side. We didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they may have been doing.
When we thought we were as waterlogged as we could possibly get, we headed back. We approached the boat slowly, so as not to disturb geniuses at work. We could see that the genset was running again; that was a good sign. We boarded the Palace and learned that the genset impeller had not disintegrated as they had speculated but instead had sucked up a gob of seaweed. How it got through the strainer is beyond anyone‘s imagination. In any event, it was working and we’re all happy campers again. (They had been rocking the boat to look for the cooling water being expelled from the genset).
We slipped our mooring lines and motored over to Soper’s Hole on Tortola to check out of Customs. Once that was done, we dinghied over to the brightly painted stores along the waterfront to peruse their wares. Inside the grocery store, Nicky and I had fun looking at what was available. Nicky was pleased to see several items from England. I was pleased when Nicky found some canned cream for me. I had been looking for something that didn’t need refrigeration.
We found the guys drinking ‘pain killers’ at Pussers and joined them for lunch. We placed our orders then took off for the jewelry store to see what they had to offer. We got back just as they were setting the food on the table. I think we’ve got this island time down to a fine science.
We left Soper’s Hole and pointed our bow towards, St. Thomas. We were all rather quiet on the sail back. I know I was thinking that the week had flown by and that they were leaving too soon.
We anchored in Charlotte Amalie Harbor in pretty much the same place as before. We cleaned up and headed to The Green House for dinner. As luck would have it, the same waitress was assigned to our table. She was a good sport, as was the man at the corner table to whom we sent our bill. (Another table had previously sent us theirs.) He plopped down a business card and sent our check back. We pondered what it would be like if we had the resources to pay a bill that someone sent to us in jest. Wouldn’t it be fun to be able to make someone’s day by paying it?
It was another fun filled day but tomorrow they would be leaving us. Dale and I both wish they had been able to stay longer. It’s going to be hard to say goodbye.
18.20.222N
64.55.607W
It was a quiet night and we awoke to wild donkeys braying on the beach near where we were moored; alternative alarm clocks are unique to each island, I‘m learning. Due to the genset malfunction last evening, however, Nicky and I knew that we should probably make ourselves scarce when the tools came out in spite of the possibility of donkey spotting from the boat.
You’ll probably remember from my previous post about Leinster Bay, there is a nice little snorkeling island called Waterlemon Cay right here. So when the guys started demolishing the salon, we took the dinghy and went snorkeling. We saw rays, flounder, sergeant majors, about 20 barracuda (young ones with one big one patrolling the posse), butterfly fish and tiny little silversides. We even saw a couple of hermit crabs living in fairly large conch shells crawling along the bottom.
At one point we looked up from our snorkeling and saw the guys on either side of the boat hanging off the standing rigging, rocking the Palace from side to side. We didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they may have been doing.
When we thought we were as waterlogged as we could possibly get, we headed back. We approached the boat slowly, so as not to disturb geniuses at work. We could see that the genset was running again; that was a good sign. We boarded the Palace and learned that the genset impeller had not disintegrated as they had speculated but instead had sucked up a gob of seaweed. How it got through the strainer is beyond anyone‘s imagination. In any event, it was working and we’re all happy campers again. (They had been rocking the boat to look for the cooling water being expelled from the genset).
We slipped our mooring lines and motored over to Soper’s Hole on Tortola to check out of Customs. Once that was done, we dinghied over to the brightly painted stores along the waterfront to peruse their wares. Inside the grocery store, Nicky and I had fun looking at what was available. Nicky was pleased to see several items from England. I was pleased when Nicky found some canned cream for me. I had been looking for something that didn’t need refrigeration.
We found the guys drinking ‘pain killers’ at Pussers and joined them for lunch. We placed our orders then took off for the jewelry store to see what they had to offer. We got back just as they were setting the food on the table. I think we’ve got this island time down to a fine science.
We left Soper’s Hole and pointed our bow towards, St. Thomas. We were all rather quiet on the sail back. I know I was thinking that the week had flown by and that they were leaving too soon.
We anchored in Charlotte Amalie Harbor in pretty much the same place as before. We cleaned up and headed to The Green House for dinner. As luck would have it, the same waitress was assigned to our table. She was a good sport, as was the man at the corner table to whom we sent our bill. (Another table had previously sent us theirs.) He plopped down a business card and sent our check back. We pondered what it would be like if we had the resources to pay a bill that someone sent to us in jest. Wouldn’t it be fun to be able to make someone’s day by paying it?
It was another fun filled day but tomorrow they would be leaving us. Dale and I both wish they had been able to stay longer. It’s going to be hard to say goodbye.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
St. John, USVI
Leinster Bay
18.21.928N
64.43.366W
We awoke today to the roar of airplanes taking off over our mast. Apparently, there is a runway just opposite the restaurant where we ate last night and just beyond where we moored. Not your usual alarm clock.
After breakfast, we slipped our mooring and pointed our bow downwind in Sir Francis Drake’s Channel between the islands that comprise the British Virgin Islands. We rounded Beef Island, with Virgin Gorda on our left, rounded again along Tortola leaving Ginger Island and Cooper Island behind us. When we reached Norman Island, we headed toward “the Indians,” which had been too rough for us to snorkel on our way up to Virgin Gorda. Today they were decidedly calmer.
We had to pace back and forth a couple of times waiting for a mooring ball to become available but once we snagged one, we pulled on our snorkel gear and jumped into the water.
Again, we were awed by the fish and coral within the nooks and crannies of the Indians. Dale did his usual trick of free diving through the underwater tunnels while the rest of us bobbed around until he appeared on the opposite side. I’d tell him to his face that he was showing off but in truth, we probably all wished we could do the same.
We returned to the boat and Nicky and I looked through the fish book trying to identify all that we saw. I guess the most interesting were the pale blue filefish.
The guys slipped our mooring lines, raised the sails and again, we raced against anyone who dared to go in the same direction; we almost always won.
This time at Leinster, we dinghied to the beach and walked the path that led to the Annaberg Sugar Mill. We climbed the wooded steps that the Park Service built up through the trees up to 1700’s stone structures that had been a windmill, boiler room, furnace, storage rooms, and slave quarters surrounded by stone fences. We poked around the buildings, marveled at the view from the top of the hill, took a few pictures and then turned around and headed back down the road, walked the long path back to the dinghy, and dinghied back to the Palace. Another full day.
While I was making dinner, Dale was running the genset. Then it quit; all by itself. Not a good thing. When Dale and Gerry opened up the access panel to the genset, it was extremely hot. Dale was very calm about it all; in fact, I was very calm about it. He said that it would take a long time to cool and that he’d look at it in the morning. I agreed. If the dang thing was going to break, I was glad that an engineer was on board. Dale can fix a lot of things but its always better to have two mechanically inclined heads instead of one.
Leinster Bay
18.21.928N
64.43.366W
We awoke today to the roar of airplanes taking off over our mast. Apparently, there is a runway just opposite the restaurant where we ate last night and just beyond where we moored. Not your usual alarm clock.
After breakfast, we slipped our mooring and pointed our bow downwind in Sir Francis Drake’s Channel between the islands that comprise the British Virgin Islands. We rounded Beef Island, with Virgin Gorda on our left, rounded again along Tortola leaving Ginger Island and Cooper Island behind us. When we reached Norman Island, we headed toward “the Indians,” which had been too rough for us to snorkel on our way up to Virgin Gorda. Today they were decidedly calmer.
We had to pace back and forth a couple of times waiting for a mooring ball to become available but once we snagged one, we pulled on our snorkel gear and jumped into the water.
Again, we were awed by the fish and coral within the nooks and crannies of the Indians. Dale did his usual trick of free diving through the underwater tunnels while the rest of us bobbed around until he appeared on the opposite side. I’d tell him to his face that he was showing off but in truth, we probably all wished we could do the same.
We returned to the boat and Nicky and I looked through the fish book trying to identify all that we saw. I guess the most interesting were the pale blue filefish.
The guys slipped our mooring lines, raised the sails and again, we raced against anyone who dared to go in the same direction; we almost always won.
This time at Leinster, we dinghied to the beach and walked the path that led to the Annaberg Sugar Mill. We climbed the wooded steps that the Park Service built up through the trees up to 1700’s stone structures that had been a windmill, boiler room, furnace, storage rooms, and slave quarters surrounded by stone fences. We poked around the buildings, marveled at the view from the top of the hill, took a few pictures and then turned around and headed back down the road, walked the long path back to the dinghy, and dinghied back to the Palace. Another full day.
While I was making dinner, Dale was running the genset. Then it quit; all by itself. Not a good thing. When Dale and Gerry opened up the access panel to the genset, it was extremely hot. Dale was very calm about it all; in fact, I was very calm about it. He said that it would take a long time to cool and that he’d look at it in the morning. I agreed. If the dang thing was going to break, I was glad that an engineer was on board. Dale can fix a lot of things but its always better to have two mechanically inclined heads instead of one.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Beef Island, BVI
18.26.919N
64.31.943W
Before we untied from the trees, hoisted our anchor and prepared our sails for the upwind beat to “the Baths” in Virgin Gorda this morning, Nicky and I conducted an experiment. She had told me about making omelets in a ziplock bag and since omelets were on the menu for breakfast, we tried it.
The way its done is, you put all of the ingredients into a ziplock bag, mix thoroughly, then place the bags into boiling water for 13 minutes. Since they didn‘t appear to be completely cooked after 13 minutes, I added another 5 minutes to the cooking time. The result was an omelet that tasted pretty good. We decided that the next time, we should use a bigger pot to boil them in since they seemed a little squished in the pot I used. Anyway, it’s worth trying again as it is a method that allows everyone to eat at the same time.
After breakfast, we sailed. Since there were other boats in Sir Francis Drake’s Channel going in the same direction, we raced. The Palace did well in the 20 kts winds with a full jib and a reefed main. We teased Gerry that he couldn’t complain about not having any wind in which sail on this trip, we had more than we knew what to do with.
Along the route to the Baths, Nicky spotted a run-away dinghy without a motor drifting toward Beef Island. We debated whether or not to drop sails and go retrieve it but a catamaran coming up behind us veered off and picked it up. Most of the dinghies out here belong to charter companies and have identification numbers stenciled on their pontoons. Since it was a charter cat that picked it up, we figured it would eventually find its way back to the rightful owner.
We were lucky in finding a mooring right away at the Baths and moored 2 boats behind MTNest who were showing their guests the same attraction. We dinghied into where we could tie our dinghy off on a line well outside the swim area and then donned our snorkel gear for the swim in the rest of the way.
We stooped through the rock overhangs, waded through the tunnels that flooded with the waves from outside and clamored over the boulders that make up the Baths. Then once we had explored our way through, we pulled on our snorkel gear again and swam around the boulders and coral heads on the outside. I never tire of playing and exploring among these rocks and am so glad we were able to show the kids these sights while they were young and imaginative. I think Gerry and Nicky liked them too.
With Gerry at the helm, we slipped our mooring ball and headed to Trellis Bay on Beef Island. With just the jib out, we were surfing along at 8 kts + crossing between Virgin Gorda and Beef Island. We were definitely in our groove, except for the following seas, which I really don‘t care for.
On the way over, we heard MTNest say that CheSerah had lost her dinghy near Beef Island. We radioed to them our sighting and the fact that a large cat had picked it up. CheSerah picked up the transmission and said that they had in fact lost their dinghy and that after a diligent search, had located it at the back of a large catamaran anchored in Beef Island. They went on to say that the cat was more than happy to relinquish their hold on the dinghy and it was returned to them. They were very lucky!
When we finally arrived in Trellis Bay on Beef Island, every mooring had been taken. We tried to anchor within the mooring field, but the anchor wouldn’t bite. We circled around and started to anchor again between two mooring balls, when a boat we were passing offered us the one that was being held by a kayak. We accepted eagerly and snagged the mooring without further embarrassment to ourselves or our guests. They didn’t offer any explanations as to why they were holding another mooring and we didn’t ask. I was grateful that I didn’t have to worry about swinging into the moored boats around us.
We had a nice dinner at The Last Resort, a restaurant located on tiny Bellamy Cay, an island hardly bigger than the building on it. After dinner, dinghied across the harbor to where the local artisans and craftsmen were holding their monthly full-moon festival.
They had dancers and musicians and crafts of leather, basket, wood sculptures, tin sculptures, beaded jewelry and coconut creations. Then at 10 o’clock pm they set two orbs aflame to top off the celebration. The orbs were made of metal designed into shapes of dancing people all over it. So when the orbs were set ablaze, it looked like people dancing around a fire. We had already left by that time and watched from the Palace. What a sight.
A full day spent with friends completed by an enchanting night.
18.26.919N
64.31.943W
Before we untied from the trees, hoisted our anchor and prepared our sails for the upwind beat to “the Baths” in Virgin Gorda this morning, Nicky and I conducted an experiment. She had told me about making omelets in a ziplock bag and since omelets were on the menu for breakfast, we tried it.
The way its done is, you put all of the ingredients into a ziplock bag, mix thoroughly, then place the bags into boiling water for 13 minutes. Since they didn‘t appear to be completely cooked after 13 minutes, I added another 5 minutes to the cooking time. The result was an omelet that tasted pretty good. We decided that the next time, we should use a bigger pot to boil them in since they seemed a little squished in the pot I used. Anyway, it’s worth trying again as it is a method that allows everyone to eat at the same time.
After breakfast, we sailed. Since there were other boats in Sir Francis Drake’s Channel going in the same direction, we raced. The Palace did well in the 20 kts winds with a full jib and a reefed main. We teased Gerry that he couldn’t complain about not having any wind in which sail on this trip, we had more than we knew what to do with.
Along the route to the Baths, Nicky spotted a run-away dinghy without a motor drifting toward Beef Island. We debated whether or not to drop sails and go retrieve it but a catamaran coming up behind us veered off and picked it up. Most of the dinghies out here belong to charter companies and have identification numbers stenciled on their pontoons. Since it was a charter cat that picked it up, we figured it would eventually find its way back to the rightful owner.
We were lucky in finding a mooring right away at the Baths and moored 2 boats behind MTNest who were showing their guests the same attraction. We dinghied into where we could tie our dinghy off on a line well outside the swim area and then donned our snorkel gear for the swim in the rest of the way.
We stooped through the rock overhangs, waded through the tunnels that flooded with the waves from outside and clamored over the boulders that make up the Baths. Then once we had explored our way through, we pulled on our snorkel gear again and swam around the boulders and coral heads on the outside. I never tire of playing and exploring among these rocks and am so glad we were able to show the kids these sights while they were young and imaginative. I think Gerry and Nicky liked them too.
With Gerry at the helm, we slipped our mooring ball and headed to Trellis Bay on Beef Island. With just the jib out, we were surfing along at 8 kts + crossing between Virgin Gorda and Beef Island. We were definitely in our groove, except for the following seas, which I really don‘t care for.
On the way over, we heard MTNest say that CheSerah had lost her dinghy near Beef Island. We radioed to them our sighting and the fact that a large cat had picked it up. CheSerah picked up the transmission and said that they had in fact lost their dinghy and that after a diligent search, had located it at the back of a large catamaran anchored in Beef Island. They went on to say that the cat was more than happy to relinquish their hold on the dinghy and it was returned to them. They were very lucky!
When we finally arrived in Trellis Bay on Beef Island, every mooring had been taken. We tried to anchor within the mooring field, but the anchor wouldn’t bite. We circled around and started to anchor again between two mooring balls, when a boat we were passing offered us the one that was being held by a kayak. We accepted eagerly and snagged the mooring without further embarrassment to ourselves or our guests. They didn’t offer any explanations as to why they were holding another mooring and we didn’t ask. I was grateful that I didn’t have to worry about swinging into the moored boats around us.
We had a nice dinner at The Last Resort, a restaurant located on tiny Bellamy Cay, an island hardly bigger than the building on it. After dinner, dinghied across the harbor to where the local artisans and craftsmen were holding their monthly full-moon festival.
They had dancers and musicians and crafts of leather, basket, wood sculptures, tin sculptures, beaded jewelry and coconut creations. Then at 10 o’clock pm they set two orbs aflame to top off the celebration. The orbs were made of metal designed into shapes of dancing people all over it. So when the orbs were set ablaze, it looked like people dancing around a fire. We had already left by that time and watched from the Palace. What a sight.
A full day spent with friends completed by an enchanting night.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Peter Island, BVI
18.21.208N
64.36.036W
Instead of heading to ‘the Baths’ as was our original plan, we changed our minds because the weather was deteriorating and decided to go to Peter Island.
Peter Island is only a few miles away from Norman Island but since there were a couple of other boats going in the same direction, we raced the whole way. Due to the high winds, we only had our jib out, but we were we were speeding along at 6+ kts often hitting 7 and better when a gust would catch us.
As was with the other anchorages, this one was filled to capacity as well. We ended up following the others in the harbor by dropping our anchor and then backing to the trees along the beach to secure ourselves; similar to a Med mooring but with a little more space between the boats. It took a little tweaking, but we finally felt secure with the arrangement.
Neither Dale nor Gerry seemed content to sit and talk, so they grabbed hand brushes and started cleaning the Palace’s hull, which had already started growing its own little eco system below the waterline. They kept themselves busy for the better part of the afternoon and had just finished when the rain came.
After the rain had cleared, Dale and I took Gerry and Nicky up to see what was left of the old mansion on the hill. We walked up the old cistern path through the undergrowth of scrub trees and cacti. An old eucalyptus tree was still standing along with more than a few aloe plants that had gone wild. The buildings were primarily constructed with cement and rocks so the ’bones’ of the place were still there. What had been a barely recognizable garden 12 years ago, was completely gone. The raised beds surrounded by rock fences were still intact but the roses and plants they once contained have been replaced with the surrounding vegetation.
Twelve years ago, you could peek through the shutters to see slivers of what lay behind them. The end room, a ballroom of sorts, was the only one that had its doors open. Today the entire home is open. I noticed that the locks are still in place but the hinges holding them to the wood have rusted away and they now swing still locked from the open doors and windows.
Much to my surprise, it appeared to be a single bedroom home with a formal entry, dining room, and living room. Termites have climbed to the highest rafters and the roof has collapsed in many areas leaving holes to the sky. The unique frescoes that once adorned the several nooks that contained fountains have been vandalized. I’m glad I took pictures of them long ago as not one of them had been spared.
The iron fence surrounding the covered patio leading from the house to the view overlooking the harbor is rusted and worn but still standing barely parting the patio from the encroaching elements beyond. Only the granite tiles on the patios and walkways seemed to be impervious to nature reclaiming what once was hers.
We walked around for a little while trying to envision what it might have looked like in its prime, speculated about what had happed to the original owner, daydreamed about what it would take to bring it back, before making our way back down the cement trail we had followed up.
We made our way back to the boat and barbequed dinner on the transom at sundown, watching the moon rise over the island surrounding us. Gerry was the first to see that we had a barracuda that had taken a position under our boat, looking for hand outs no doubt. We had just finished our after dinner margaritas when it started raining again. Seeing how it was after 9pm, we decided it was time for bed.
18.21.208N
64.36.036W
Instead of heading to ‘the Baths’ as was our original plan, we changed our minds because the weather was deteriorating and decided to go to Peter Island.
Peter Island is only a few miles away from Norman Island but since there were a couple of other boats going in the same direction, we raced the whole way. Due to the high winds, we only had our jib out, but we were we were speeding along at 6+ kts often hitting 7 and better when a gust would catch us.
As was with the other anchorages, this one was filled to capacity as well. We ended up following the others in the harbor by dropping our anchor and then backing to the trees along the beach to secure ourselves; similar to a Med mooring but with a little more space between the boats. It took a little tweaking, but we finally felt secure with the arrangement.
Neither Dale nor Gerry seemed content to sit and talk, so they grabbed hand brushes and started cleaning the Palace’s hull, which had already started growing its own little eco system below the waterline. They kept themselves busy for the better part of the afternoon and had just finished when the rain came.
After the rain had cleared, Dale and I took Gerry and Nicky up to see what was left of the old mansion on the hill. We walked up the old cistern path through the undergrowth of scrub trees and cacti. An old eucalyptus tree was still standing along with more than a few aloe plants that had gone wild. The buildings were primarily constructed with cement and rocks so the ’bones’ of the place were still there. What had been a barely recognizable garden 12 years ago, was completely gone. The raised beds surrounded by rock fences were still intact but the roses and plants they once contained have been replaced with the surrounding vegetation.
Twelve years ago, you could peek through the shutters to see slivers of what lay behind them. The end room, a ballroom of sorts, was the only one that had its doors open. Today the entire home is open. I noticed that the locks are still in place but the hinges holding them to the wood have rusted away and they now swing still locked from the open doors and windows.
Much to my surprise, it appeared to be a single bedroom home with a formal entry, dining room, and living room. Termites have climbed to the highest rafters and the roof has collapsed in many areas leaving holes to the sky. The unique frescoes that once adorned the several nooks that contained fountains have been vandalized. I’m glad I took pictures of them long ago as not one of them had been spared.
The iron fence surrounding the covered patio leading from the house to the view overlooking the harbor is rusted and worn but still standing barely parting the patio from the encroaching elements beyond. Only the granite tiles on the patios and walkways seemed to be impervious to nature reclaiming what once was hers.
We walked around for a little while trying to envision what it might have looked like in its prime, speculated about what had happed to the original owner, daydreamed about what it would take to bring it back, before making our way back down the cement trail we had followed up.
We made our way back to the boat and barbequed dinner on the transom at sundown, watching the moon rise over the island surrounding us. Gerry was the first to see that we had a barracuda that had taken a position under our boat, looking for hand outs no doubt. We had just finished our after dinner margaritas when it started raining again. Seeing how it was after 9pm, we decided it was time for bed.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Norman Island, BVI
18.19.026N
64.37.048W
Much to our surprise this morning, there had been no collisions during the night and only one boat had left; a large motorboat. We noticed that he had been conscientious about setting his anchor but must have run into problems during the night as he left well before dawn.
We said our goodbyes to MTNest; they are trying to make their way directly to Virgin Gorda so that they can make a crossing to St. Martin by Friday. DocNoMore thought that they would transit the BVI’s slowly and stick around with us for a while. We wanted to show Gerry and Nicky some of the sights, so we took off for ‘the Indians’.
Gerry was at the helm and seemed to truly enjoy racing the Palace against anyone who happened to be going in the same direction. We were able to sail from Jost Van Dyke to Norman Island quickly but since we still had the 20+ kt gusts periodically, we elected to snorkel ‘the caves’ on Norman Island instead of ‘the Indians’. The caves were more protected than the exposed Indians and assumedly offered better visibility.
The water was brisk and presented an array of coral and fish, including a spotted moray, along the route from where we moored to the 3 caves we had come to see. From the direction we took, each cave we entered was larger that the previous one. The first had a few fish and some interesting orange coral ‘flowers’ along the rocks. The second you could go further into with a school of fish (glassy sweepers) at the entrance and the last was bigger, deeper and went further back to where Dale was able to climb out and stand up in the back most portion.
On our snorkel back, we checked out the coral formations leading up to the caves and played among the sergeant majors guarding every entrance.
I really do think that the moorings are allowing the coral to return as there seems to be more live coral now than there was 12 years ago. Again, there doesn’t seem to be as many schools of fish but more varieties of the ones we do see. Maybe the hurricanes have something to do with it.
We had a quick lunch and sailed around the corner to ‘the bight’ where the Willie T Floating Restaurant is. The Willie T we knew sunk in a hurricane but the new one provides food and drink for those brave enough to cross the many dinghies tied along her rails to the dock to gain entrance. We noted that even along the opposite side, the go-fast boats come from afar to quench their thirst at her bar, rafting 5 and 6 deep in rows of 3 along the side that used to be the exclusive domain of the cook’s ferry.
Of course, we’re brave and had little problem scooting our dinghy into a spot almost underneath the aft section of the boat, so that we could get a foot up on the corner of the dock.
We soon discovered that several young ladies (extremely young in my opinion) had already jumped naked from the uppermost deck into the waters aft of the bar to receive their commemorative t-shirts. The last of the group was resisting extreme peer pressure, who were literally pulling her bathing suit off her, and was able to at last declare that there were boats in the way and couldn’t jump.
Needless to say, Dale and Gerry were very attentive in getting Nicky and I our drinks from the aft bar as we held the table waiting for our dinner. Being gentlemen, not once did they ask us to offer our bodies for belly shots! Our knights in shining armor were actually willing to cut through the crowds just for us.
After dinner and an evening of watching people leap frogging from dinghy to dinghy, we made it back to the Palace just as it started raining. Perfect timing.
18.19.026N
64.37.048W
Much to our surprise this morning, there had been no collisions during the night and only one boat had left; a large motorboat. We noticed that he had been conscientious about setting his anchor but must have run into problems during the night as he left well before dawn.
We said our goodbyes to MTNest; they are trying to make their way directly to Virgin Gorda so that they can make a crossing to St. Martin by Friday. DocNoMore thought that they would transit the BVI’s slowly and stick around with us for a while. We wanted to show Gerry and Nicky some of the sights, so we took off for ‘the Indians’.
Gerry was at the helm and seemed to truly enjoy racing the Palace against anyone who happened to be going in the same direction. We were able to sail from Jost Van Dyke to Norman Island quickly but since we still had the 20+ kt gusts periodically, we elected to snorkel ‘the caves’ on Norman Island instead of ‘the Indians’. The caves were more protected than the exposed Indians and assumedly offered better visibility.
The water was brisk and presented an array of coral and fish, including a spotted moray, along the route from where we moored to the 3 caves we had come to see. From the direction we took, each cave we entered was larger that the previous one. The first had a few fish and some interesting orange coral ‘flowers’ along the rocks. The second you could go further into with a school of fish (glassy sweepers) at the entrance and the last was bigger, deeper and went further back to where Dale was able to climb out and stand up in the back most portion.
On our snorkel back, we checked out the coral formations leading up to the caves and played among the sergeant majors guarding every entrance.
I really do think that the moorings are allowing the coral to return as there seems to be more live coral now than there was 12 years ago. Again, there doesn’t seem to be as many schools of fish but more varieties of the ones we do see. Maybe the hurricanes have something to do with it.
We had a quick lunch and sailed around the corner to ‘the bight’ where the Willie T Floating Restaurant is. The Willie T we knew sunk in a hurricane but the new one provides food and drink for those brave enough to cross the many dinghies tied along her rails to the dock to gain entrance. We noted that even along the opposite side, the go-fast boats come from afar to quench their thirst at her bar, rafting 5 and 6 deep in rows of 3 along the side that used to be the exclusive domain of the cook’s ferry.
Of course, we’re brave and had little problem scooting our dinghy into a spot almost underneath the aft section of the boat, so that we could get a foot up on the corner of the dock.
We soon discovered that several young ladies (extremely young in my opinion) had already jumped naked from the uppermost deck into the waters aft of the bar to receive their commemorative t-shirts. The last of the group was resisting extreme peer pressure, who were literally pulling her bathing suit off her, and was able to at last declare that there were boats in the way and couldn’t jump.
Needless to say, Dale and Gerry were very attentive in getting Nicky and I our drinks from the aft bar as we held the table waiting for our dinner. Being gentlemen, not once did they ask us to offer our bodies for belly shots! Our knights in shining armor were actually willing to cut through the crowds just for us.
After dinner and an evening of watching people leap frogging from dinghy to dinghy, we made it back to the Palace just as it started raining. Perfect timing.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Jost Van Dyke, BVI
18.26.596N
64.45.099W
After a leisurely breakfast, we hoisted anchor, tucked in a reef and motorsailed out of Charlotte Amalie Harbor and started our voyage around St. Thomas to Yost Van Dyke. We had no sooner exited the entrance to the harbor when we had to practice a man overboard drill; actually it was a bucket overboard drill.
Gerry was on the wheel, so Dale grabbed a boat hook, while I went to the swim platform for a second chance in case Dale didn’t catch it with the boat hook. Our first attempt looked the best. Nicky rolled in the jib, Gerry brought us up close but the bucket was upside down and Dale couldn’t get the hook around the handle. I actually grabbed the bottom of the pail but couldn’t get enough grip on it without letting go of the boat. As it was supposed to be a practice and not an actual man over board, I resisted the urge to dive in and get it.
Two more attempts in 20 kts of wind and Dale and Nicky were able to retrieve the run away bucket. Unfortunately, our weight belts and one of the four gloves that had been in the bucket made a clean escape.
We finished our voyage without further interruption and I think Gerry enjoyed sailing the Palace in high winds.
When we made Great Harbor in Yost Van Dyke, we did an anchor dance rarely seen on the Palace, thank heavens. We tried to anchor in a sand over marl bottom. Our first attempt, looked good after it stopped skipping along the bottom but when Gerry dived down for a look, the anchor was lying on its side. Not a good thing.
We circled around and tried another spot. It wouldn’t bite. We circled around again and tried a different spot; again, it wouldn’t bite. To be honest, I lost track of how many times we tried to anchor before we decided to let out 120 feet of chain, added the 35 lb kellet and hoped the winds would remain moderate within the bay itself.
We settled back and watched other boats come in after us. A few dropped their anchors and stayed where they had dropped them; oblivious to the bottom conditions. Others did as we did and dropped their anchor, backed down, tried again and backed down until they either gave up, left, or dropped a ton of chain then, like us, sat in their cockpits to see what would happen.
Once we felt comfortable with our anchor, we all loaded into the dinghy and went to check in with Customs and Immigration. Roger had told us that the day before, everyone was grumpy but today, probably because Mike, from MTNest, was pulling everyone’s leg, was in much better spirits. We smiled broadly, wrote legibly, and paid in cash.
In the evening, we joined DocNoMore and CheSerah on MTNest before we all went into Foxy’s for barbeque on the beach. When we approached the dock, one side was filled with dinghies, so we scooted over to the other side which had signs declaring that it was Foxy’s private docking space. I pointed the signs out to Dale and we kept working our way down the dock when a man on the dock said to toss him our lines that he knew Foxy’s boat wasn’t that big. When we climbed out and onto the dock, I recognized that we were speaking with Foxy himself. He didn’t perform at the barbeque as I had hoped he might, but it was good to see him again. The barbeque was tasty, bountiful and filling. Some of us danced to the music that was provided, while others preferred to sit and talk with those around them but in the end, I think we all had fun.
18.26.596N
64.45.099W
After a leisurely breakfast, we hoisted anchor, tucked in a reef and motorsailed out of Charlotte Amalie Harbor and started our voyage around St. Thomas to Yost Van Dyke. We had no sooner exited the entrance to the harbor when we had to practice a man overboard drill; actually it was a bucket overboard drill.
Gerry was on the wheel, so Dale grabbed a boat hook, while I went to the swim platform for a second chance in case Dale didn’t catch it with the boat hook. Our first attempt looked the best. Nicky rolled in the jib, Gerry brought us up close but the bucket was upside down and Dale couldn’t get the hook around the handle. I actually grabbed the bottom of the pail but couldn’t get enough grip on it without letting go of the boat. As it was supposed to be a practice and not an actual man over board, I resisted the urge to dive in and get it.
Two more attempts in 20 kts of wind and Dale and Nicky were able to retrieve the run away bucket. Unfortunately, our weight belts and one of the four gloves that had been in the bucket made a clean escape.
We finished our voyage without further interruption and I think Gerry enjoyed sailing the Palace in high winds.
When we made Great Harbor in Yost Van Dyke, we did an anchor dance rarely seen on the Palace, thank heavens. We tried to anchor in a sand over marl bottom. Our first attempt, looked good after it stopped skipping along the bottom but when Gerry dived down for a look, the anchor was lying on its side. Not a good thing.
We circled around and tried another spot. It wouldn’t bite. We circled around again and tried a different spot; again, it wouldn’t bite. To be honest, I lost track of how many times we tried to anchor before we decided to let out 120 feet of chain, added the 35 lb kellet and hoped the winds would remain moderate within the bay itself.
We settled back and watched other boats come in after us. A few dropped their anchors and stayed where they had dropped them; oblivious to the bottom conditions. Others did as we did and dropped their anchor, backed down, tried again and backed down until they either gave up, left, or dropped a ton of chain then, like us, sat in their cockpits to see what would happen.
Once we felt comfortable with our anchor, we all loaded into the dinghy and went to check in with Customs and Immigration. Roger had told us that the day before, everyone was grumpy but today, probably because Mike, from MTNest, was pulling everyone’s leg, was in much better spirits. We smiled broadly, wrote legibly, and paid in cash.
In the evening, we joined DocNoMore and CheSerah on MTNest before we all went into Foxy’s for barbeque on the beach. When we approached the dock, one side was filled with dinghies, so we scooted over to the other side which had signs declaring that it was Foxy’s private docking space. I pointed the signs out to Dale and we kept working our way down the dock when a man on the dock said to toss him our lines that he knew Foxy’s boat wasn’t that big. When we climbed out and onto the dock, I recognized that we were speaking with Foxy himself. He didn’t perform at the barbeque as I had hoped he might, but it was good to see him again. The barbeque was tasty, bountiful and filling. Some of us danced to the music that was provided, while others preferred to sit and talk with those around them but in the end, I think we all had fun.
Friday, March 10, 2006
St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
Today’s the day! Gerry & Nicky come in.
We walked to the side of town the cruise ship people miss to do our laundry and stock up on fresh fruits and veggies and make sure that I had all the ingredients for my recipes for the week. Dale was very gracious in not saying anything when I returned to the laundry mat where he was guarding the laundry, loaded down with groceries. The wheels on my poor little cart that I use for hauling both laundry and groceries were barely able to roll on our way back to the boat. I didn’t dare let him carry the bag on my shoulder as it was overloaded too and I didn’t want him to know. When he helped me lift all of the bags out of the dinghy, his only comment was ‘where are you going to put all of this?” I did manage to tuck everything away so that the boat was presentable.
Once again in the anchorage, we had moderate winds punctuated by extreme wind gusts. At one point, Dale had raised one of his pirate flags to welcome our guests. A couple of hours later, a gust of wind tore out one of the grommets and he had to climb the mast to retrieve the flag halyard.
MTNest had also returned to St. Thomas to pick up guests and when they didn’t arrive within a couple of hours of their appointed time, Mike started a grid search of the harbor side trying to locate them. After a couple of exasperated hours, they located Brad & Angie, who had arrived without luggage and were trying to track it down. Something has to be said about priorities when the guys were more concerned about finding the missing meat than they were about finding the missing clothing and jewelry.
Gerry & Nicky arrived pretty much on time and with all of their baggage in tact. We promptly took them out for ’pain killers’ the local rum drinks to welcome them to the Virgin Islands. It’s so good to see them again.
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
Today’s the day! Gerry & Nicky come in.
We walked to the side of town the cruise ship people miss to do our laundry and stock up on fresh fruits and veggies and make sure that I had all the ingredients for my recipes for the week. Dale was very gracious in not saying anything when I returned to the laundry mat where he was guarding the laundry, loaded down with groceries. The wheels on my poor little cart that I use for hauling both laundry and groceries were barely able to roll on our way back to the boat. I didn’t dare let him carry the bag on my shoulder as it was overloaded too and I didn’t want him to know. When he helped me lift all of the bags out of the dinghy, his only comment was ‘where are you going to put all of this?” I did manage to tuck everything away so that the boat was presentable.
Once again in the anchorage, we had moderate winds punctuated by extreme wind gusts. At one point, Dale had raised one of his pirate flags to welcome our guests. A couple of hours later, a gust of wind tore out one of the grommets and he had to climb the mast to retrieve the flag halyard.
MTNest had also returned to St. Thomas to pick up guests and when they didn’t arrive within a couple of hours of their appointed time, Mike started a grid search of the harbor side trying to locate them. After a couple of exasperated hours, they located Brad & Angie, who had arrived without luggage and were trying to track it down. Something has to be said about priorities when the guys were more concerned about finding the missing meat than they were about finding the missing clothing and jewelry.
Gerry & Nicky arrived pretty much on time and with all of their baggage in tact. We promptly took them out for ’pain killers’ the local rum drinks to welcome them to the Virgin Islands. It’s so good to see them again.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
We awoke during the night to gusts of wind that caused the mooring lines to strain against the toe rail of the boat. We peeked up to make sure that our day mooring was holding us through the night; it was doing a fine job. By morning we started dancing around the mooring with the gusty winds well into the 20 knot range. Apparently, a high pressure system was moving through the area bringing the winds out of the north.
We radioed to our buddy boats inside the harbor and told them that we wouldn’t be snorkeling in 20 kts winds as it would stir the water up too much but would instead wait for a break in the winds to sail over to St. Thomas to start preparing the boat for our guests. The break never came, so we tucked a couple of reefs in the mail sail and the jib and headed out.
With gusts up to 28 kts we scooted over to St. Thomas doing speeds of 6.5 -7.5. Thrilling just bordering on nervy. Thank heavens the seas hadn’t had time to build into anything dramatic.
Even in the protected Charlotte Amalie Harbor where the wind stayed at 6-7 kts for the majority of the time, suddenly would gust to 30 and 40 kts unexpectedly.
We anchored in just about the same place as we had a few days earlier and started to unpack the guest berth and forward head to incorporate those items into our stateroom in the back. That task done, we joined MTNest, who had also returned to St. Thomas to pick up guests for dinner at The Green House.
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
We awoke during the night to gusts of wind that caused the mooring lines to strain against the toe rail of the boat. We peeked up to make sure that our day mooring was holding us through the night; it was doing a fine job. By morning we started dancing around the mooring with the gusty winds well into the 20 knot range. Apparently, a high pressure system was moving through the area bringing the winds out of the north.
We radioed to our buddy boats inside the harbor and told them that we wouldn’t be snorkeling in 20 kts winds as it would stir the water up too much but would instead wait for a break in the winds to sail over to St. Thomas to start preparing the boat for our guests. The break never came, so we tucked a couple of reefs in the mail sail and the jib and headed out.
With gusts up to 28 kts we scooted over to St. Thomas doing speeds of 6.5 -7.5. Thrilling just bordering on nervy. Thank heavens the seas hadn’t had time to build into anything dramatic.
Even in the protected Charlotte Amalie Harbor where the wind stayed at 6-7 kts for the majority of the time, suddenly would gust to 30 and 40 kts unexpectedly.
We anchored in just about the same place as we had a few days earlier and started to unpack the guest berth and forward head to incorporate those items into our stateroom in the back. That task done, we joined MTNest, who had also returned to St. Thomas to pick up guests for dinner at The Green House.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
St. John, USVI
Salt Pond Bay
18.18.115N
64.42.243W
We tried sailing today but as we didn’t have more than 5-8 knots, we weren’t going anywhere very quick. Eventually, we gave up and turned the motor on.
Each time we fire up the engine in these waters, I’m reminded of when James (about aged 10) would ask in an extremely frustrated manner, why we couldn’t just turn on the engine when we wanted to go a short distance. Why did we have to go so far in the opposite direction just to turn around to almost come back to where we started? Today it was his father who was getting frustrated at not being able to make the progress he had hoped for.
By noon, we closed in on Salt Pond Bay. Unfortunately, there were not enough moorings left for the 3 buddy boats. As we were the last one in, we took a day mooring to the side of the entrance hoping that another boat would leave by night.
We grabbed a light lunch and then dinghied to Booby Rock to snorkel. What a treat! There was a colorful array in both fish and coral. Finally, there were the schools of tropical fish that I remembered as once being here. There was also a wonderful underwater topography of canyons, walls, huge crevices, and all sorts of rock formations and places to explore. We swam around the entire cay twice; first one way, then the other.
We then dinghied to the reef that was located near the anchorage where our friends were. This was a good place to snorkel but paled in comparison to what was only a short distance further out. We told the other 2 boats about Booby Rock but by the time they tried to go out, a dive boat had taken the only mooring ball available and didn’t want to share the rope. We told them that we enjoyed it so much, we’d probably go back tomorrow morning. They’ll try again at that time as well.
Friday, Gerry & Nicky (our friends from home) will be coming for a short visit. We’re so excited to see them! Tomorrow, we’ll head back to St. Thomas to tidy up a bit and pick up a few fresh veggies in anticipation of their arrival. Then off to the British Virgin Islands for a week.
Salt Pond Bay
18.18.115N
64.42.243W
We tried sailing today but as we didn’t have more than 5-8 knots, we weren’t going anywhere very quick. Eventually, we gave up and turned the motor on.
Each time we fire up the engine in these waters, I’m reminded of when James (about aged 10) would ask in an extremely frustrated manner, why we couldn’t just turn on the engine when we wanted to go a short distance. Why did we have to go so far in the opposite direction just to turn around to almost come back to where we started? Today it was his father who was getting frustrated at not being able to make the progress he had hoped for.
By noon, we closed in on Salt Pond Bay. Unfortunately, there were not enough moorings left for the 3 buddy boats. As we were the last one in, we took a day mooring to the side of the entrance hoping that another boat would leave by night.
We grabbed a light lunch and then dinghied to Booby Rock to snorkel. What a treat! There was a colorful array in both fish and coral. Finally, there were the schools of tropical fish that I remembered as once being here. There was also a wonderful underwater topography of canyons, walls, huge crevices, and all sorts of rock formations and places to explore. We swam around the entire cay twice; first one way, then the other.
We then dinghied to the reef that was located near the anchorage where our friends were. This was a good place to snorkel but paled in comparison to what was only a short distance further out. We told the other 2 boats about Booby Rock but by the time they tried to go out, a dive boat had taken the only mooring ball available and didn’t want to share the rope. We told them that we enjoyed it so much, we’d probably go back tomorrow morning. They’ll try again at that time as well.
Friday, Gerry & Nicky (our friends from home) will be coming for a short visit. We’re so excited to see them! Tomorrow, we’ll head back to St. Thomas to tidy up a bit and pick up a few fresh veggies in anticipation of their arrival. Then off to the British Virgin Islands for a week.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
St. John, USVI
Leinster Bay
18.21.823N
64.43.376W
Happy 48th Birthday Gary. Hope it was a good one!
We continued on to Leinster Bay this morning. In years past this was another favorite anchorage. In fact, I used to have a poster of it hanging in my office at work.
Leinster is now covered with mooring balls as is all of St. John. This has pros and cons associated with it but the more I think about it, the more I’m leaning towards it being a good thing. They’re easy to pick up, even those with less experience who charter boats can figure out how to tie up to one. They allow more boats into the anchorage without the problem of having enough room to swing (although we have heard of an anchorage where this isn‘t necessarily so.) There isn’t the problem of those with less experience or just bad luck dragging into you. However, the major draw back is that you have to pay for them instead of dropping your anchor for free, and . . . They are supposed to be paid for in advance, and . . . There is no refund if they overbook.
We flagged down the Park Ranger and asked about how and where to pay for the use of the mooring balls. It’s a bit of a catch 22. You take a dinghy around the point to a mail drop along a path. The catch is that there is no place to land your dinghy. Dale found it easier to dinghy into shore where we were and walk the distance along a path rather than mess up our dinghy on the rocks. The Ranger also explained that you are obligated to take a mooring ball if one is available but if one is not, then you are allowed to anchor beyond the mooring field.
There are “bay sitters” as well. These are volunteers who make sure that everyone knows the rules and keep track of who comes in and out of ‘their’ particular bay. The Park actually generates spread sheets showing who is where and if they’ve paid or not. I think this probably works for the charter boat companies but we cruisers throw a monkey wrench into the whole mess.
Eventually we snorkeled Waterlemon Cay and found that the coral was doing much better but the fish didn’t seem to be as abundant. We had a good time anyway.
I think the most fun was when a rather well endowed lady snorkeling in one direction around the Cay tried to readjust her bathing suit, exposing herself completely to Mike who was swimming towards her from the other direction. They both looked up to see each and started screaming underwater, each trying to get out of the way of the other. What a hoot! They scared every fish and swimmer within ear shot.
Tom and Jordan on St. Christopher told us about a great snorkeling area called Booby Rock over by Salt Pond on the south side of St. John. None of us have ever been so we’ll head over in that direction tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what happens to Mike over there.
Leinster Bay
18.21.823N
64.43.376W
Happy 48th Birthday Gary. Hope it was a good one!
We continued on to Leinster Bay this morning. In years past this was another favorite anchorage. In fact, I used to have a poster of it hanging in my office at work.
Leinster is now covered with mooring balls as is all of St. John. This has pros and cons associated with it but the more I think about it, the more I’m leaning towards it being a good thing. They’re easy to pick up, even those with less experience who charter boats can figure out how to tie up to one. They allow more boats into the anchorage without the problem of having enough room to swing (although we have heard of an anchorage where this isn‘t necessarily so.) There isn’t the problem of those with less experience or just bad luck dragging into you. However, the major draw back is that you have to pay for them instead of dropping your anchor for free, and . . . They are supposed to be paid for in advance, and . . . There is no refund if they overbook.
We flagged down the Park Ranger and asked about how and where to pay for the use of the mooring balls. It’s a bit of a catch 22. You take a dinghy around the point to a mail drop along a path. The catch is that there is no place to land your dinghy. Dale found it easier to dinghy into shore where we were and walk the distance along a path rather than mess up our dinghy on the rocks. The Ranger also explained that you are obligated to take a mooring ball if one is available but if one is not, then you are allowed to anchor beyond the mooring field.
There are “bay sitters” as well. These are volunteers who make sure that everyone knows the rules and keep track of who comes in and out of ‘their’ particular bay. The Park actually generates spread sheets showing who is where and if they’ve paid or not. I think this probably works for the charter boat companies but we cruisers throw a monkey wrench into the whole mess.
Eventually we snorkeled Waterlemon Cay and found that the coral was doing much better but the fish didn’t seem to be as abundant. We had a good time anyway.
I think the most fun was when a rather well endowed lady snorkeling in one direction around the Cay tried to readjust her bathing suit, exposing herself completely to Mike who was swimming towards her from the other direction. They both looked up to see each and started screaming underwater, each trying to get out of the way of the other. What a hoot! They scared every fish and swimmer within ear shot.
Tom and Jordan on St. Christopher told us about a great snorkeling area called Booby Rock over by Salt Pond on the south side of St. John. None of us have ever been so we’ll head over in that direction tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what happens to Mike over there.
Monday, March 06, 2006
St. John, USVI
Caneel Bay
18.20.804N
64.47.366W
I remember a song from an old Broadway show . . . La, la, la, . . . I enjoy being a girl!
This morning the crews from the 3 boats dinghied into the dinghy dock and went shopping. Elaine wanted to pick up some things from Kmart. Terri wanted to check out the grocery store to see what was available when her company comes in, and the guys wanted to dump the trash. I’m still looking for a current cruising guide to the Virgin Islands; ours is dated 1994.
When this was all done and the groceries stored on board, we roared off into town. We followed the others around the duty free shops and souvenir stores until we found Drake’s Alley and Liberty Jewelers. The people at Liberty Jewelers were well known by the Wives Clubs on Roosey for having great prices. I don’t think any of us have ever forgotten them. So Dale and I excused ourselves from the group and promised to meet up with them later for lunch on MTNest.
Ladies, it’s not very often your husband is in the mood to buy you jewelry but when he is, go for it! I’ve decided not to think practically any more. This entire trip I’ve been saying I can’t wear it; I don’t want to lose it; I don’t want it stolen. Today, I started off saying the same thing but when it became evident that he was going to get something in spite of my protests, I picked out something I liked. Actually I picked out 3 somethings I liked. Rather I picked out 8 somethings I liked and narrowed it down to 3; a necklace with 2 different pendants for it. I still won’t wear them on board and will most likely tuck them someplace safe so that I won’t find them again until we off load everything. For now, I have a pretty necklace that I can wear two different ways once we get back to somewhere that I will have more than shorts and a bathing suit to wear.
After lunch we hoisted anchors and pointed our bows toward St. John. Our intention was to anchor in Cruz Bay and visit their town. Unfortunately, the bay looked a little crowded, so we moved further along the coastline to Caneel Bay and took a mooring. We’ve been told that the Forestry Service has mooring balls in all of our old anchorages and that in many of them, you are no longer allowed to anchor. I really do need to find a current cruising guide so that I can make sure we don’t get fined. In any event, the rain came and none of us went anywhere. Tomorrow we’ll try again.
Caneel Bay
18.20.804N
64.47.366W
I remember a song from an old Broadway show . . . La, la, la, . . . I enjoy being a girl!
This morning the crews from the 3 boats dinghied into the dinghy dock and went shopping. Elaine wanted to pick up some things from Kmart. Terri wanted to check out the grocery store to see what was available when her company comes in, and the guys wanted to dump the trash. I’m still looking for a current cruising guide to the Virgin Islands; ours is dated 1994.
When this was all done and the groceries stored on board, we roared off into town. We followed the others around the duty free shops and souvenir stores until we found Drake’s Alley and Liberty Jewelers. The people at Liberty Jewelers were well known by the Wives Clubs on Roosey for having great prices. I don’t think any of us have ever forgotten them. So Dale and I excused ourselves from the group and promised to meet up with them later for lunch on MTNest.
Ladies, it’s not very often your husband is in the mood to buy you jewelry but when he is, go for it! I’ve decided not to think practically any more. This entire trip I’ve been saying I can’t wear it; I don’t want to lose it; I don’t want it stolen. Today, I started off saying the same thing but when it became evident that he was going to get something in spite of my protests, I picked out something I liked. Actually I picked out 3 somethings I liked. Rather I picked out 8 somethings I liked and narrowed it down to 3; a necklace with 2 different pendants for it. I still won’t wear them on board and will most likely tuck them someplace safe so that I won’t find them again until we off load everything. For now, I have a pretty necklace that I can wear two different ways once we get back to somewhere that I will have more than shorts and a bathing suit to wear.
After lunch we hoisted anchors and pointed our bows toward St. John. Our intention was to anchor in Cruz Bay and visit their town. Unfortunately, the bay looked a little crowded, so we moved further along the coastline to Caneel Bay and took a mooring. We’ve been told that the Forestry Service has mooring balls in all of our old anchorages and that in many of them, you are no longer allowed to anchor. I really do need to find a current cruising guide so that I can make sure we don’t get fined. In any event, the rain came and none of us went anywhere. Tomorrow we’ll try again.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
St. Thomas, USVI
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
Have you ever done something so many times that one day you do it without thinking but totally screw it up?
DocNoMore and MTNest hoisted anchor and pulled out about an hour before us and motored the entire way to St. Thomas. However, I had managed to pinch the sail in the mast by pulling the out furler more than I pulled the out haul, essentially unrolling it in the mast before pulling it out far enough first. Dale ended up standing on the boom and pushing the sail in an inch at a time so that we could tighten it back up and pull it out correctly. As a result of this delay, we caught the change in direction of wind and were able to sail from Culebrita to St. Thomas under blue skies, fair winds and extremely calm seas on a single tack.
(Note: this was the first time we used the windless after Dale replaced the motor and thankfully, it worked beautifully. Patience only goes so far and I‘m sure I used most of his up today.)
We arrived at St. Thomas about 4 pm and were amazed by how much the harbor town had grown and changed. We knew that the Charlotte Amalie’s Yacht Haven had been destroyed in a hurricane and was in the process of being rebuilt. Yet again, knowing and seeing are two different things. There is absolutely nothing remaining of the old Yacht Haven buildings. The only evidence of their prior existence are the concrete piers that are still standing. It appears that the new Yacht Haven will be bigger and better and I'm sure, more expensive.
One little interesting note, the buildings in town that have been standing on this island since the 1600’s are still standing with no noticeable damage. I wonder what that says about our new, improved, bigger and better technology.
We joined the others when they returned from exploring and shopping and have decided to head to town tomorrow to see what other changes have taken place.
18.20.204N
64.55.523W
Have you ever done something so many times that one day you do it without thinking but totally screw it up?
DocNoMore and MTNest hoisted anchor and pulled out about an hour before us and motored the entire way to St. Thomas. However, I had managed to pinch the sail in the mast by pulling the out furler more than I pulled the out haul, essentially unrolling it in the mast before pulling it out far enough first. Dale ended up standing on the boom and pushing the sail in an inch at a time so that we could tighten it back up and pull it out correctly. As a result of this delay, we caught the change in direction of wind and were able to sail from Culebrita to St. Thomas under blue skies, fair winds and extremely calm seas on a single tack.
(Note: this was the first time we used the windless after Dale replaced the motor and thankfully, it worked beautifully. Patience only goes so far and I‘m sure I used most of his up today.)
We arrived at St. Thomas about 4 pm and were amazed by how much the harbor town had grown and changed. We knew that the Charlotte Amalie’s Yacht Haven had been destroyed in a hurricane and was in the process of being rebuilt. Yet again, knowing and seeing are two different things. There is absolutely nothing remaining of the old Yacht Haven buildings. The only evidence of their prior existence are the concrete piers that are still standing. It appears that the new Yacht Haven will be bigger and better and I'm sure, more expensive.
One little interesting note, the buildings in town that have been standing on this island since the 1600’s are still standing with no noticeable damage. I wonder what that says about our new, improved, bigger and better technology.
We joined the others when they returned from exploring and shopping and have decided to head to town tomorrow to see what other changes have taken place.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Culebrita, PR
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
I awoke this morning hearing an engine near to us but then bounded out of bed when I heard another that sounded as if it was going to run us over. The Puerto Rican Armada was arriving.
Dale was already awake, sipping his morning coffee in the cockpit and watching the morning activity. Huge powerboats would come roaring in, drop their anchor, then back up to the beach before dropping a second anchor. Each boat that arrived seemed to be a larger version of the one before it. Already there were twice as many boats as there were last night when I went to sleep. Oh well, the secret is out I guess.
As pre-arranged, we met the crews of DocNoMore and MTNest and hiked the trails up to the lighthouse on the hill. We were a bit disappointed when we arrived and found the lighthouse was surrounded by a fence with barbed wire at the top but we took our pictures and returned, pretty much, the way we had come. Only one detour to the wrong bay. What can I tell you, it’s hard to tell which path to take when they all look like deer paths to begin with.
We returned to the correct bay to see that it had been completely inundated with powerboats. They were lined up the entire length of the bay, except for where our sailboats, on the moorings, blocked their further assault on the beach. Or so we thought.
By noon, when it appeared that you couldn’t get any more boats backed onto the beach, one resourceful captain decided to drop his anchor, then back over our mooring line at an angle to access the beach beyond. Once he did this, others followed. Within an hour, we were perpendicular to four powerboats on the beach with nowhere to swing. Dale was determined to “hold his ground” but I was a nervous wreck. You know the old saying “when Mamma’s not happy, no one’s happy.” This boat is my home; I was definitely not happy!
Needless to say, we dropped our mooring line and backed out to where we could anchor; a feat in itself considering how many anchor lines where stretched along our path. Dale was a bit put out but I felt a lot better.
I spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, snorkeling, floating in the water with Terri and guesstimating that the 50 boats in this single bay were probably valued in excess of $20,000,000. Except for the overwhelming number of powerboats, I think Terri finally found that ‘one particular harbor’ she’s been looking for. What a great day.
Tonight, we’re listening to the Armada’s music and trying to keep the Palace lit up so that the drunk dinghy racers don’t run into us. I honestly think they’re using us as a marker on their outside leg.
Tomorrow, we’ll head to St. Thomas and, hopefully, the Armada will head back home.
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
I awoke this morning hearing an engine near to us but then bounded out of bed when I heard another that sounded as if it was going to run us over. The Puerto Rican Armada was arriving.
Dale was already awake, sipping his morning coffee in the cockpit and watching the morning activity. Huge powerboats would come roaring in, drop their anchor, then back up to the beach before dropping a second anchor. Each boat that arrived seemed to be a larger version of the one before it. Already there were twice as many boats as there were last night when I went to sleep. Oh well, the secret is out I guess.
As pre-arranged, we met the crews of DocNoMore and MTNest and hiked the trails up to the lighthouse on the hill. We were a bit disappointed when we arrived and found the lighthouse was surrounded by a fence with barbed wire at the top but we took our pictures and returned, pretty much, the way we had come. Only one detour to the wrong bay. What can I tell you, it’s hard to tell which path to take when they all look like deer paths to begin with.
We returned to the correct bay to see that it had been completely inundated with powerboats. They were lined up the entire length of the bay, except for where our sailboats, on the moorings, blocked their further assault on the beach. Or so we thought.
By noon, when it appeared that you couldn’t get any more boats backed onto the beach, one resourceful captain decided to drop his anchor, then back over our mooring line at an angle to access the beach beyond. Once he did this, others followed. Within an hour, we were perpendicular to four powerboats on the beach with nowhere to swing. Dale was determined to “hold his ground” but I was a nervous wreck. You know the old saying “when Mamma’s not happy, no one’s happy.” This boat is my home; I was definitely not happy!
Needless to say, we dropped our mooring line and backed out to where we could anchor; a feat in itself considering how many anchor lines where stretched along our path. Dale was a bit put out but I felt a lot better.
I spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, snorkeling, floating in the water with Terri and guesstimating that the 50 boats in this single bay were probably valued in excess of $20,000,000. Except for the overwhelming number of powerboats, I think Terri finally found that ‘one particular harbor’ she’s been looking for. What a great day.
Tonight, we’re listening to the Armada’s music and trying to keep the Palace lit up so that the drunk dinghy racers don’t run into us. I honestly think they’re using us as a marker on their outside leg.
Tomorrow, we’ll head to St. Thomas and, hopefully, the Armada will head back home.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Culebrita, Puerto Rico
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
Today, we slipped our lines to go sailing. We radioed ahead to harbor patrol to advise them of our sail plan (the new routine,) then raised our sails and exited the harbor into the channel between Puerto Rico and Vieques. The wind (15 - 18 kts) and seas (2-3’) were perfect sailing weather. The sun was shining, the sail upwind was brisk and we thoroughly enjoyed our 5 hour sail to Culebrita.
Dale did have to rescue the dinghy when one of the cables holding it on to the davits gave way and had to be replaced. Thank heavens we had made several more and had them ready for this small emergency.
Twelve years ago, Culebrita had been one of our favorite anchorages in that it was a nice stopping place between Puerto Rico and St. Thomas. It was quiet, as we rarely saw more than one or two boats on the few occasions when we didn’t have the entire anchorage to ourselves, and I could let the kids swim with the turtles and explore the reefs inside the horseshoe shaped bay without worry. Today, we found that it had 6 - 8 mooring balls. Obviously, it has become more popular.
MTNest had held the last mooring ball for us and we easily slid up to it and secured ourselves for the night. We met the crews of DocNoMore, MTNest and St. Christopher on DocNoMore and visited until sunset. They told us how much they had been enjoying the bay and wanted to stay an extra day to explore the lighthouse on the nearby hillside tomorrow. So, that’s what we’ll do tomorrow.
18 19.173N
65.13.699W
Today, we slipped our lines to go sailing. We radioed ahead to harbor patrol to advise them of our sail plan (the new routine,) then raised our sails and exited the harbor into the channel between Puerto Rico and Vieques. The wind (15 - 18 kts) and seas (2-3’) were perfect sailing weather. The sun was shining, the sail upwind was brisk and we thoroughly enjoyed our 5 hour sail to Culebrita.
Dale did have to rescue the dinghy when one of the cables holding it on to the davits gave way and had to be replaced. Thank heavens we had made several more and had them ready for this small emergency.
Twelve years ago, Culebrita had been one of our favorite anchorages in that it was a nice stopping place between Puerto Rico and St. Thomas. It was quiet, as we rarely saw more than one or two boats on the few occasions when we didn’t have the entire anchorage to ourselves, and I could let the kids swim with the turtles and explore the reefs inside the horseshoe shaped bay without worry. Today, we found that it had 6 - 8 mooring balls. Obviously, it has become more popular.
MTNest had held the last mooring ball for us and we easily slid up to it and secured ourselves for the night. We met the crews of DocNoMore, MTNest and St. Christopher on DocNoMore and visited until sunset. They told us how much they had been enjoying the bay and wanted to stay an extra day to explore the lighthouse on the nearby hillside tomorrow. So, that’s what we’ll do tomorrow.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Computer Melt Down, Part II.
Before Dale went in search of a computer store this morning he called Fred, his buddy who just so happens to be a computer guru. Fred ran through all of the functions I had found in the computer manual (I’m female, I read the book first) plus a few more, and felt that the crystal display was shot but that it could be a loose connection.
So, Dale went up to ask Hector, the marina manager, who to call for computer problems. Hector said he always called Dan in the work shop. Dan is the resident techy type right here on the base. After a quick inspection, Dan said the same thing as Fred. It could be a loose connection but more than likely, the crystal display was shot. He was also familiar with our story; one minute its there, the next its not. The two guys discussed the pros and cons of sending the entire computer back to the manufacturer for a new screen, the costs associated with such a task and decided that our best course of action would be to buy a new monitor for the computer.
This entailed another car rental. So, off I go to rent another car for the trips to the various stores to compare prices and pick up a new monitor. I learned that there was a new Sam’s and a Wal-Mart in Humacao, the opposite direction of where we‘ve been shopping prior to this. It was the same distance as the one in Carolina but if I took the toll road, it would be quicker. So I spent the better part of the day comparison shopping while Dale finished off the genset repairs.
We now have a flat screen monitor about the same size as the computer that also needs to be stowed in a safe place prior to taking off. This poor boat is going to sink under the weight of everything it has to carry. At least we have our communication system jury rigged for use again and that takes some of the panic out of the situation. Now I need to locate all of those software disks and load them onto this computer for a true backup.
I guess you could say that this is another installment of ‘what do you do all day‘.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Computer Melt Down, Part II.
Before Dale went in search of a computer store this morning he called Fred, his buddy who just so happens to be a computer guru. Fred ran through all of the functions I had found in the computer manual (I’m female, I read the book first) plus a few more, and felt that the crystal display was shot but that it could be a loose connection.
So, Dale went up to ask Hector, the marina manager, who to call for computer problems. Hector said he always called Dan in the work shop. Dan is the resident techy type right here on the base. After a quick inspection, Dan said the same thing as Fred. It could be a loose connection but more than likely, the crystal display was shot. He was also familiar with our story; one minute its there, the next its not. The two guys discussed the pros and cons of sending the entire computer back to the manufacturer for a new screen, the costs associated with such a task and decided that our best course of action would be to buy a new monitor for the computer.
This entailed another car rental. So, off I go to rent another car for the trips to the various stores to compare prices and pick up a new monitor. I learned that there was a new Sam’s and a Wal-Mart in Humacao, the opposite direction of where we‘ve been shopping prior to this. It was the same distance as the one in Carolina but if I took the toll road, it would be quicker. So I spent the better part of the day comparison shopping while Dale finished off the genset repairs.
We now have a flat screen monitor about the same size as the computer that also needs to be stowed in a safe place prior to taking off. This poor boat is going to sink under the weight of everything it has to carry. At least we have our communication system jury rigged for use again and that takes some of the panic out of the situation. Now I need to locate all of those software disks and load them onto this computer for a true backup.
I guess you could say that this is another installment of ‘what do you do all day‘.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Roosey Roads, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
The unthinkable has finally happened. I am devastated.
We started the day anticipating that Dale would get the windless back together and possibly start working on putting the little shock absorbers on the genset that came in the mail so that we could catch up with our boat buddies heading to Culebra.
Then, suddenly, my computer crapped out. Yes I mean crapped, not crashed! This morning it worked fine in the bowling alley when I decided to catch up on our bills. Two hours later, we could hardly get a picture. In fact, it was only because I was sitting at an angle that I could see that there were images on the screen, they just weren’t illuminated.
I tried turning the lights out to see if that helped. That made it worse. Then I grabbed a flashlight; we could see enough for Dale to print out the database I had set up with all of our financial information in it. That stopped the cussing and threat of tears.
Then I started thinking of all of the other information we have stored on it. All of our electronic charts. All of the addresses, telephone numbers, e-mail addresses for our family and friends. The pictures of the grandbabies. The blog posts. My recipes. The calendar with everyone’s birthdates and the maintenance log for the boat. Finally, it really hit. All of the software for connecting the sat phone with the weather information is loaded on that computer. My God, we can’t go anywhere!
Yes, we had purchased a back up computer, the one I’m presently using, but we hadn’t taken the time to transfer any of the information to it. Of course, I realize that until this trip, we’ve never used any of the weather information software. But we’ve become accustomed to having it available to us and we like knowing what may be coming towards us over the horizon. So now what?
Dale thinks that we brought all of the disks to load the weather connection software into this computer. I have backup disks of the electronic charts but unsure of whether I brought the software package that makes them all work together. The computer itself if out of warranty (of course) so we’ll make our excuses to the rest of the flotilla and stay an extra day to take it in to a repair facility. Hopefully, it will be a loose connection of some type. Otherwise, I’ll see if they can download my hard drive onto a thumb drive and I can transfer it that way.
You know, if isn’t not one thing, it’s another!! My budget is too totally shot for words.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
The unthinkable has finally happened. I am devastated.
We started the day anticipating that Dale would get the windless back together and possibly start working on putting the little shock absorbers on the genset that came in the mail so that we could catch up with our boat buddies heading to Culebra.
Then, suddenly, my computer crapped out. Yes I mean crapped, not crashed! This morning it worked fine in the bowling alley when I decided to catch up on our bills. Two hours later, we could hardly get a picture. In fact, it was only because I was sitting at an angle that I could see that there were images on the screen, they just weren’t illuminated.
I tried turning the lights out to see if that helped. That made it worse. Then I grabbed a flashlight; we could see enough for Dale to print out the database I had set up with all of our financial information in it. That stopped the cussing and threat of tears.
Then I started thinking of all of the other information we have stored on it. All of our electronic charts. All of the addresses, telephone numbers, e-mail addresses for our family and friends. The pictures of the grandbabies. The blog posts. My recipes. The calendar with everyone’s birthdates and the maintenance log for the boat. Finally, it really hit. All of the software for connecting the sat phone with the weather information is loaded on that computer. My God, we can’t go anywhere!
Yes, we had purchased a back up computer, the one I’m presently using, but we hadn’t taken the time to transfer any of the information to it. Of course, I realize that until this trip, we’ve never used any of the weather information software. But we’ve become accustomed to having it available to us and we like knowing what may be coming towards us over the horizon. So now what?
Dale thinks that we brought all of the disks to load the weather connection software into this computer. I have backup disks of the electronic charts but unsure of whether I brought the software package that makes them all work together. The computer itself if out of warranty (of course) so we’ll make our excuses to the rest of the flotilla and stay an extra day to take it in to a repair facility. Hopefully, it will be a loose connection of some type. Otherwise, I’ll see if they can download my hard drive onto a thumb drive and I can transfer it that way.
You know, if isn’t not one thing, it’s another!! My budget is too totally shot for words.
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