Saint Barthélemy: A Surprise Adventure
A north wind in the Caribbean Sea is as rare as a seagull landing on a stern rail empty of fish bate. It is even more rare under an almost full moon.
A north wind in the Caribbean Sea is as rare as a seagull landing on a stern rail empty of fish bate. It is even more rare under an almost full moon.
“You can do that?” My wife, Dannalie, and I looked at each other with eyes wide, mouths open, and heads filled with so many questions. As soul-mates, we knew exactly what each other was thinking. Must. Learn. More.
Grenada is situated in the Windward Island chain and encompasses the southernmost islands of the “Grenadines.” The stunning islands offer protected anchorages, high-quality marinas and boatyards, a wide range of yachting and marine service facilities, and international air connections.
We’ve all heard that old saying. You know the one—be careful what you wish for. When the years press on the once extraordinary can quickly become watered down by mundane repetition. When this phenomenon sets upon us, it is easy to get lost. We set goals and climb hard on the wind towards the finish line with no relent and when the spray settles and the beating subsides we are left only with silence.
Engage is the prime directive. When you do, adventure is sure to ensue. Someone’s got reach out and someone’s got to follow through.
My first foray into the big waters beyond the international border of Maine and Canada was 35 years ago. Since then, during a dozen trips into the Bay of Fundy environs, I have explored a number of harbors, coves and tickles along the New Brunswick and Nova Scotia coast.
Like many others I have met in these past months, I am about to face off with the immense power of the Pacific to sail from Panama to French Polynesia, the longest stretch of ocean on this planet.
He turned to port to get a better look. And there it was – a very narrow, very doglegged pass with a couple of pole markers as guides. I zipped back to the cockpit as we circled round ready to take the ‘leap.’ It would have been easy enough if there was either some room or a straight run. I realised, as Matt gunned the engines, I was inadvertently holding my breath – as if somehow that would get us in unscathed.
Boats are like potato chips, it’s hard to have just one. My husband Jim and I have lived aboard boats for decades and at one point we owned three boats of 40-feet or greater (yes, we have the boating bug badly!) However, in the last few years we whittled our “fleet” down to just one 40-footer, a Willard trawler.
Admittedly, I wasn’t thrilled on arrival. We sailed into the large anchorage just west of Big Majors Cay across from Pig Beach, and there were a ton of boats. I emphasize a ton. Preferring the more secluded anchorages, I begin to worry we have plopped ourselves in the center of a tourist trap.