Leverick Bay,
Virgin Gorda
18.30.016N
64.23.179W

After a leisurely morning, we motor sailed to Spanish Town to clear out of customs. No dinghy dock this time; we had to beach our dinghies in the sandy cove near the ferry docks, then wait in a line for about half and hour before anyone showed up at the window. The French couple ahead of us said that they had been waiting for over an hour. They could hear the officials talking in another room but they never looked around the corner to where quite a crowd had gathered.

Once our paperwork was in order, we set off to motor sail to Leverick Bay. However, when we turned the northern corner, the wind was directly on our noses and we had to roll in the jib and power our way through to our destination.

We grabbed the outermost mooring, while Orpailleur pulled up to the fuel station at the marina. There was another boat on the dock with them. We couldn’t help but take a photo to show the differences in size. Keep in mind Orpailleur is a 43’+ sailboat. Nicky said that they were very gracious and even said hello to them.

Dale did his usual check of fluids, belts, and electrical components prior to undertaking a major transit, so I dinghied in to pay our mooring fees, then check out the local pantry and the Pussers right next door. I picked up a souvenir shirt and hat for him since the last Pussers’ shirt he has is several years old.

I came back and deposited what little groceries I could find, then headed over to Orpailleur with my laundry to pick up Nicky and hers before making the trek back in. Gerry had already taken Mark & Rose in to do a little sight seeing. While Nicky & I did laundry (with Rose’s assistance when they returned), Gerry & Mark checked out the local watering hole. When I figured Dale had probably finished all of his maintenance checks, I went back and picked him up to pay for the last round of drinks the guys had been kindly providing us while we folded clothes.

It’s going to be an early morning for us, so we returned to our respective boats for a quick dinner before bed. The mooring we chose is close to the internet hotspot, so when Dale hit the rack, I took the opportunity to sit in the cockpit and upload my posts with pictures for free!!! It makes it so much easier this way. Tomorrow, before the roosters’ crow, we’ll start our transit to St. Martin across the Anegada Passage.