I’ve been published!!!!!!!

So last January, sitting in the Islands I began writing of our fun in Grenada. We have attended a few HASH events…. wait… nothing to do with mind altering substances!!! These are walk-in , hiking, running events that take place on the countryside of the islands.

Well, I had this hair brained idea to see if any sailing publications were interested….. fast forward after several revisions and help from some close family members in editing I HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED!!! It’s Bluewater Sailing magazine, September 2018.

Thanks for the support that gave me the courage to submit and thanks for coming back!

It’s all about being on the water…


Ready for haul-out!
Out of the water for the summer!
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Sunday cruisers playday!

So the pics you see here in the beginning of this blog show us closing Lost Loon in May at Clarkes Court in Grenada. We were fortunate to have an uneventful process. The “carefree” sailing days are replaced with a few tolerable hot, dusty days in the yard. Bittersweet, we need to return to land life and see family as well as manage other parts of our life. As of this writing, we are now about 4 weeks from returning to spend another Winter in the Caribbean! The count down has begun!

We continue to live as vagabonds from one short term habitation to the next (or as gypsies..so well put by a close dentist friend of ours!) For the summer, we spent most of the time at our 3- season place on Lake Vermilion. We have completed the renovation we started last year transforming a 1950s cabin to a nice comfortable lake cottage. We also traveled to Illinois and North Carolina and spent valuable time with family in those locations. And of course passed several weekends with our Minnesota family and precious growing granddaughter! ( permission granted by the parents  allows me to share one of my favorite pics!!)


They have been gracious to provide us with a warm bed and sustenance throughout the last few months, as well as priceless moments with “nos petite fille”!

The summer passed quickly. We spent time fishing, hiking, harvesting wild blueberries, and putting a new steel roof on the cottage.


Our life on the lake is challenging because we are on the north part of the lake further than the road extends. We have to boat everything in we use. This includes ..yes even the new steel roofing supplies. Thanks to Mike and Chris…their ingenuity made this possible.



In making our new cottage unique, my friend Cynthia and I decided to paint a door. this was a very enjoyable weekend project..and priceless piece of art!


There were a few days we did get out fishing…a passion of Mike’s and caught some beauties, northern Minnesota walleye! We also received our scout firefighter’s badge one day. There was a slight breeze that afternoon as we headed out to Big Bay on the lake for musky fishing (truth be told Mike fishes and I make sure I have a good book). As the breeze picked up and the afternoon progressed, we noticed a plume of smoke coming from a small island. It became darker, and in seconds we could see flames from about 1 mile away. We quickly proceeded to the location, where we expected to find someone burning a huge fire. To our surprise, there was no one around and a large part of the island was covered in fire. I tried calling 911, but with variable cell service cut out. Mike drove to a close spot where we thought it would be better and 911 was calling me back! I spent some precious 5 minutes telling the dispatch person the locations of the fire, knowing he needed to communicate this with the fire boat. I was assured they were on their way asap and told not to put myself in danger. We ran across the bay and procured two 5 gallon buckets with the intent of saving the island.  We returned and inched the boat as close to the rocks without damaging the boat so we could get off. We were soon running a 2 person bucket brigade. We did have one other boat show up and with their 2 gallon bucket they had aboard, assist in putting out some of the “small stuff”, but there was a huge tree on fire that would take the professionals. Soon we saw them coming. as the fire boat approached we got off the island, noticing a small area where there may have been a campsite in the recent past….. Most of the fire was doused by the sole volunteer fireman.



During the months in Minnesota, I was able to work part-time at a local clinic. ( a shout-out to my new colleagues in Virginia , MN!! thanks for a great summer!) I worked in the family practice and urgent care areas 2-3 days per week.  This afforded me the opportunity to maintain my license and continue to do something I truely enjoy. It was a mere 30 minute drive, but that was after the 20 minute boat ride acrosss the lake to get to the vehicle. This was not unlike our travels to get anywhere on Lost Loon. It was a great plan, most of the summer. I had only one late afternoon storm to wait out before getting Mike across the lake to pick me up. It wasnt until late September…my last days of work…and late days getting off work at 7 PM when arriving at the boat landing some days at 7:45 were getting chilly. By the first of October the days were chilly. We were having some night to 30 degrees and daytime highs of 40.

Morning ride to work!

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Yes, this is a picture of a 3 inch snowfall. Quite unusual and unexpected for this time of year. Mike actually had to snovel snow out of the boat for the first time since we have been coming to the cabin We are usually lucky to have until the middle of October to close things down, but by October 9th, we woke to temps in the very low 30s overnight and one partially frozen pipe. After Mike returned from thawing this with a hairdryer, we made the obvious decision to pack-it-up and head out. We had spent the last few nights, waking to check the water in the faucets and were not in the mood to wake to more pipes to thaw or worse broken ones! The job is fairly straighforward: pack clothes, clean everything out of the refrigerator, turn the water off and drain off the pipes, take apart the dock and lift it out of the water, cover the single pane windows with shutters. We have done this in an afternoon and were able to complete everything in about 3 and 1/2 hours. The sun provided us some warmth, but for this time of year, unexpectedly cold!

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Remote pond, Boundary Waters, Minnesota

So the next question…..where to go?  We decided to remain “off the grid” and head for a shared cabin in Superior Wisconsin …intended for deer hunting. It sits on 100 acres of woods in the most northwestern part of Wisconsin, along the Minnesota border. We had a few hours to prepare ourselves for the primative  living…no plumbing, no running water, heated by wood burning stove. It happens to be just 8 miles south of the city of Superior, so not so far off the grid as it sounds. We stayed here 4 nights before moving on. We enjoyed a few nice Fall days of hiking and  bird hunting (the guys…not me).


After a couple of days with our family, we have traversed south for a few weeks with friends in Florida, boating and diving, where we will escape the onslaught of cool temps in the Midwest and dream of sailing days to come!


Back to Grenada…. more hashing and land cruising for waterfalls



Here is an update on our Spring 2018 travels…best intentions have fallen a bit short. Thanks for coming back! I need to get this season finished before Season 3 begins in November!!!! As the days get shorter here in northern MN, so the temperature drops. As I finish adding my pics to this blog, I listen to a local weather report predicting snow fall tonight of between 1-3 inches! Yikes…so far from our other home with warm water and soft breezes!




Travelling with our friends on SV Artemis


Our travels for the spring have nearly come to an end as we approach the first week of May. With our friends on SV Artemis we make our way to the northern end of the island of Grenada with enough days to explore the western coast before our haul-out day. We spend a night at Halifax Harbor, once known to be smelly and Smokey it turns out to be a quiet anchorage with some nice snorkeling and calm overnight waters. ( well we do experience an odor of smoke in the middle of the night… it’s not so hot and we close a few hatches and manage to sleep) we have been lucky again this year to have only a handful nights that we have had restless sleep due to wind and waves. ( I recall a night or possibly 2 in DeShais Guadeloupe where we rocked and rolled like a bucking bronco at the county fair because of high winds, And we may have had a night or 2 as well in the islands if the BVIs during the Christmas winds that lasted through most of January!)


South of Halifax we cruised to the Molinere Underwater Sculpture Park. How cool. We negotiate to a spot near the suspect grounds and are early enough in the morning to find a couple of mooring balls available. Once secure we are snorkeling above some very neat concrete structures. This was one of the first of its kind. Open in 2006 and thanks to British sculptor Jason deClaires Taylor there is a garden of figures to view. Apparently a local sculptor has added structures in the recent years. I wish I had pictures to share but my GoPro was out of battery charge. I can direct you to the Pure Grenada website for pictures of the Underwater sculpture park. And coming back in the Fall, I know we will stop there and this time be prepared to take some pics!!


We moseyed on just a mere mile to the anchorage at St George’s. This is a nice spot to get to Grand Anse beach and the major part of town. We stayed long enough to make a trip to Island Water World… one of our favorite marine supply stores throughout the Caribbean. We had pre-ordered our expensive bottom paint so we have it upon our return in November.


We also made it a point to take a walk to the beach. By this time of year it really heats up and most of the tourists are gone , the beach huts are closing, and the students at the University are making their last trips to this wonderful beach. We ran into a few locals enjoying the warm calm waters.


As much time as we spend in these beautiful waters we can still get a sense of relaxation walking in the soft sand playing with the waves that gently crest at our feet.


After 3 days we were back on our way to the final anchorage of the season. Clarke’s Court Bay is about 6 miles but the sail is a challenge. We headed out of St George’s bay to the southwest on a down wind run in 10 knots of breeze. As we made a turn to the south and as usual found the easterly trades coming face on! As it happens the waves here are making their way around this shoreline and tend to add to the mess. In addition there is one large reef to avoid making this turn, and so it’s called our Final Challenge. We end up tacking back and forth enough times to make even the most seasoned sailor dizzy. Heaven help us should we encounter another vessel making the opposite trip!! We usually have to turn on the engine to assist our travels through this maze and are grateful when we thread the needle between the rocks and shoals to Clarke’s Court Bay.

Seriously , this is on the way out of the anchorage, ahead is where it gets dicey!!

We spend more than enough time this morning trying to find a spot in the bay that appears to have clear water, but is also out of the prevailing east-southeast winds. In fact, we fall back to a location we have been before and find it comfortable, however a bit murky.

It’s the beginning of bittersweet moments we will experience as we prepare to leave Lost Loon for the summer.

Over the next week we spend our time making lists of boat items we need, repairs to be done in the Fall, and rearrange as we begin packing up. It’s not all work. We meet other cruisers and enjoy 2 great Hash events in some awesome places around the island. The first is on the north east coast that is littered with waterfalls. The red van is full of passengers all decked out in walking and hiking attire. We head out to the tune of Hello by Kes . Typical Trinidadian music…..but…over and over! By the time we arrived at the event site we were ready to be walking but patiently wait with other hashers and locals for the “send-off”


There was a disclaimer announcement that this was an extraordinary long hike/ run. How true. We started in St Andrews and went as far south as Mt Carmel waterfalls and back north again.

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The route took us over and through the woods and past overlooks like we have never seen.


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One lookout along an old rock fence we could see Marquis island along the eastern shoreline.



And took us past some local wildlife, just enjoying their afternoon as well.

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We took our time to enjoy this lush tropical region, but after nearly 3 miles ( maybe more?) we were exhausted. Following a brief meal and a few beers we loaded our stinky selves back in the van for a stop at 2 rum shops the Bumpy Corner Bar and one other along with more Kes!

The fun gave us just the ambition to tackle the jobs ahead for the week…remove and wash sails, clean and polish all stainless, remove settee covers , wash, replace, remove solar panels, clean our dear Patches , the dinghy, and retire her to the forward deck, reorganize a multitude of storage bins,mend boat covers, check outdates on batteries, medication, and Epirbs (the units that will send an emergency satellite notification should we need rescue!), and make lists of all the equipment we need to bring back.


With our friends on Artemis leaving we decide to rent a vehicle together and see some of the island. We take a long day in search of waterfalls. We have a crude map and make our first turn outside St George’s and find ourselves at the end of a short road. We are surprised that we don’t see signs, but we head up on foot now toward what appears to be a trail.


We pass cocoa and mango trees, see where there is obvious clearing. After about 15 min think we hear water rushing and feel we’re on the right track, until we see a local farmer tilling up the hillside. We question him about the falls and he tells us we are on private land and must head down the road further for the entrance to Concord Falls. We proceed back on the trail enjoying the tropical forest. We get back on the road and realize we needed to just head only a 1/2 mile further and we would have made our first destination.


Concord is beautiful from the road, but to get a better view we pay a small fee and descend to one of the small pools that make up this attraction. The water is crystal and there is something about water falling from a height that is pretty darn incredible.




We buy a beer and chat with some of the vendors who set up shop here during the day. Back in the car, we head up the west coast stopping at Gouyave for a picture of a beautiful church and stay for a beer and lunch.




We sat in a restaurant along the street side in the hot sun, where the breeze didn’t reach us so another cool beverage was welcome. With our nutrition replenished we carried on northward. We made it as far as seven sisters Falls.


A quiet respite all to ourselves. We enjoy the cool FRESH water. Our guide we have hired to take us here tells of the history of this area and some interesting facts about the nature.


He commented off the cuff that he sees monkeys quite often feeding in the trees, and lo and behold we are walking back to the vehicle on a beautiful footpath and hear a rustling, high overhead. we watched 2 monkeys playing and feeding on the tender branches of the trees. (sorry, there are no good pictures…just very cool memories!)

Gardens on the way to the falls

Next up…a Chocolate HASH, and our final week in Grenada.

Incredible Island of Bequia

April 2018……I am trying to catch up on things…thanks for hanging with me!

We leave Martinique and pack our French flag away for the season. We are heading to Bequia by way of St Lucia for an overnight. We stay in Marigot Bay at anchor long enough to take dinner and sleep. By 0430 we are up in the dark making coffee and raising the anchor. It is a clear, cool (70 degrees…that’s relative, I know) morning. We try to maintain the peacefulness with low voices so as not to awaken our neighbors.  Once the anchor is stowed, we make a heading west, out into the Caribbean, we must cover 55 miles today before we set anchor again.


We find wind immediately outside the harbor, raise the sails, and head off. Our day passes quickly as we sail in the shadow of the Pitons at sunrise


and get to see the island of St Vincent in the daylight (we have passed here twice in the dark of night). We average 6.0 knots of speed during our trip, encounter some incredible current between St Lucia and St. Vincent,


along with considerable 5-7 ft waves, and arrive in Bequia in time to take a nap and swim before sunset. We will make our customs stop the next day because if one arrives after 4pm, we understand customs charges double, even though they are open until 5:30!

A year ago when we came to this island (again heading south) it was Easter. We stayed long enough to watch the Easter Regatta here and left on Easter Sunday. We spent all of 6 hours ashore then, and vowed to take more time this year. Since that time, we have been told of the great hiking, wonderful people, and  whaling history of this island.

Our friends on SV Honey Rider loaned us a movie called When the Wind Blows. (https://vimeo.com/ondemand/whaling ). It is a documentary on the tradition of whaling on the island and took nearly 25 years to complete! It was just 59 minutes long, but in that time we came to understand the longstanding tradition of the island. The inhabitants have been a peaceful people who survived on what the sea would bring them. The deep ocean around Bequia sees whales moving north and south particularly in January and February. They have harvested whales in small numbers over the years and share the catch with all the islanders. They will now lose their rights in July as the foundation that regulates this has imposed heavy fees to continue. They typically get 1 whale every 2-3 years using only a simple hand-thrown harpoon, lately this is done more as a tradition than for sustenance. With this knowledge we had a different impression as we approached the island and its high cliffs where we imagine whale watchers sitting and waiting for a spout to appear on the horizon, and the moment when they release the sailing dinghies to head out for the hunt.

We anchor in Admiralty Bay alongside other sailboats and catamarans who have made their stop here while travelling up and down island. The water is so clear we can see 25 ft to the bottom. The anchorage is protected by very high hills on 3 sides and is dotted with pastel houses and hotels amongst the deep greenery and palm tree lined soft sand beaches.


Shortly after we anchor, another monohull arrives alongside us and we see their hailing port inscribed on the transom is Burnsville, MN! Someone we must meet. We actually run into them while doing our customs and immigration detail ashore. We find out they have just returned from several years in Europe! The boat they sail is named Artemis and she is a Mason 43 ketch, a beautiful and very seaworthy bluewater cruising sailboat. We decide that we have enough in common to take in some of the island together.


Peggy’s Rock (aka Ma Peggy) Hike

Our cruising guide instructs us on how to ascend to heights above the anchorage to get to this hike…and so we set out. We pick up our friends, Sally and Al and motor a short way to a dinghy dock. We walk down the expansive Princess Margaret beach and then up a steep set of rock stairs to the Lower Beach Road.


We continue up the road and over the crest of the first hill. We pause at the bus stop to inquire about the route to the trail and find out we must head down the road and at the 3rd driveway look for the telephone poles on the ridge and begin our ascent. It is a steep road for the first 100 yards, in the hot sun. We arrive at the telephone poles and again talk to some locals cleaning out a shed. Pointing still further uphill, we are instructed to head up the grassy slope to the 100-year old tree and into the brush.

The 100 year old tree....we think
The 100 year old tree….we think

The brown grassy trail is well worn by other visitors, and littered with a few sharp cactus for which we must be alert.  This winds through only a moments of shade where we stop for a much needed water break, then head off up a meadow of sorts to the next grouping of trees. We notice an overlook off the trail and find we are just above the airport looking toward the Grenadines.


As we head into the trees we are relieved to again be out of the full sun. There is a slight breeze that seems to get stronger and feels good. As the trail continues to slowly rise we must now find our way over large boulders and tree trunks. The route is obvious, but it is marked with white painted arrows to show us the direction. We pass a sign showing another “short-cut” back down and vow to take that on our return. The trail remains fairly wide and turns to a ridgeline with steep drop offs on either side, protected by heavy trees and brush. Peggys Rock is a group of large boulders that one must negotiate with a few large steps and accurately placed handholds, but quite a beauty.


There is a nice breeze to cool the perspiration. The view of Admiralty bay is pretty stunning from here. We can see islands to the North as well on this clear day. (Cameras never do justice in these places, they have to be experienced.) We begin the journey downward and do take the “shortcut- goat-trail, but find that is is nearly a gully at times and quite steep. We are back at the beach in half the time. Our first stop is a local restaurant, Keegan’s, open now for lunch and we settle on a couple of beers after we consume several cold glasses of water.


The afternoon back at the boat is restful after we cool off in the water we are surrounded with on Lost Loon.

The Whaling Museum…and a local education

With images of the  whaling movie in mind we wanted to get to know more of the this tradition.  There was to be a whaling museum on the east side of the island for which we were headed on this morning. Today, we were picked up by our friends on the boat Artemis and landed the dinghy ashore for another days adventure. Down the beach and up the rocky staircase and to the street, we made our way through the hilly pass, we began to descend along the coast. The views were beautiful on this, the rugged side of the island. We came by Toko’s bar, which we were instructed to make sure we stopped, as it was to be itself a miniature whaling museum. A little further on we came to the airport, no museum. We hailed a local and he indicated that the museum was several miles north of where we were and that we should get a taxi. Being without a good island map did put us at a disadvantage here. But in true cruiser spirit we decided a stop at Toko’s was in order.



The bar is set along the southwestern shore of the island, there is a sheltered landing closeby. Evidence of years of whaling paraphenalia litters the brightly painted establishment.

When we arrived Toko himself ( a weathered man in his late 70’s we surmised) had found a restful spot in the shade and was ready to tell us of his whaling experience and his grandfather’s as well.


We listened intently as he told of being the jib man on the whaling dinghies. He informed us that they still have whaling rights through the month of July. and in a “by-the-way” attitude tells us that one (a whale) had been sighted this just this morning, but the seas and wind too high to safely pursue the mammal. We bought a few beers and shared our life story with him as well. He brought out regular and fig bananas and mangoes for us, fruits from his own trees. We tasted the sweetness of fresh tropical fruit like none before. Fig bananas are much smaller and firmer, but have a nutmeg like sweetness. As the morning turned to afternoon, we decided to continue on our return.



We stopped at a nearby marina where many of the whaling dinghy sailboats were ashore. We did get to see Perseverance, the whaling dinghy featured in the documentary we watched.


And we again struck up a conversation with one of the whalers. A face, well worn by the sun and sea, told us of the difficulty now getting their permit to continue whaling due to the millions in fees they would have to come up with. It is likely that this would be their last year of whaling. Many years there were no whales taken, and most years only 1. They share every part of the fish with the island people. Now considered just a tradition and not a way of life, they have come to expect this would happen. It was enlightening, and like a living history lesson on the island. No we didn’t make it to the museum, but feel we received more of an education getting lost with the locals as it were.


Later, back “home” we enjoy snorkeling and make several attempts at spearfishing for fish and lobsters in the afternoon with our friend Randall on the boat Fine Companion. He was showing us some of the local spots for fishing. The water was relatively clear and lobsters present, but my skill level needs work to harvest the quick spiny crustaceans from the rocks!

Bequia Day 5 – Turtle farm

We are intrigued by the fact that there is a conservatory and farm for the sea turtles on the island, but it is again on the opposite side of the island. Directions are obtained from a kind gentleman in town, who tells us to head down the street past the customs office, turn right and follow this to the next intersection in the road. We are instructed to take the middle road. We head off on a cloudy morning, good for walking here in the Caribbean. We head up the first hill to the pass and then make our turn onto the road heading north. Cars and trucks move at varying speeds along the heavily shaded road and we move off in life preserving manner as they pass.  We take time to notice the bamboo, mango trees, bird of paradise and explosions of bougainvillea with towering palms along the way. About 2 miles out of town we stop at the Firefly Plantation to check on the possibility of getting a tour.

At the restaurant we are told it would be several minutes while they find the curator to take us out. Ezra shows up with his basket and we head out to see Chinese apple, mango sweet smelling Fragapani, banana, wax apple and papaya trees.


There are Caribbean flowers of all kinds tantalizing our noses. We are escorted through the herb gardens with fresh lemongrass, huge thyme, and lime leaf trees (we are offered and take samples!). We eat sweet juicy mangoes and have fresh coconut and coconut water under the cool shade of the mango trees.


Our walk continues on down the road further to the turtle farm. We enter a metal building with several concrete pools filled with turtles of all sizes. We are asked to pay the fee, but are told we need the exact amount as they do not have change for us. (Unfortunately, we have just been to the ATM and al have very large Eastern Caribbean bills).  We deposit a small donation and leave. They are doing a good job of raising the turtles, but the “tour” would have been self-guided and a disappointment since the owner was not present. For lunch we return back the way we came toward town, but stop at Sugar Reef resort for adult refreshments and a midday meal……

We sit in a beautiful dining room with high white ceilings, enormous driftwood chandeliers open to the Atlantic Ocean. Mike and I share delicious Mahi Roti and Callaloo soup. We return to Lost Loon in the late afternoon with 6 mile-tired-feet for our usual post-hike swim and watch the birds feeding over the jumping schools of fish out toward the open ocean as the sun sets.

Our 5 days in Bequia are great! We intended to see more of the island, and the people and we did just that. We have met new sailing friends who we will now travel with further down through the Grenadines. Making our way through the Grenadines…we return to Tobago Cays and points South toward our final Summer destination of Grenada.

More of Martinique…

As I have said before we love these French islands.

Upon our arrival to St Anne anchorage in the southern shores of Martinique we notice the incredible number of boats here. More than any other anchorage we have seen on our travels. AND there are actually 2 anchorages in this area one near the large shipping and boating bay Le Marin and the one we are in near the village of St Anne. There are every size and shape of cruising vessel..catamarans from 30-60 feet, monohulls with cutter, sloop, and ketch rigs, cruising motor yachts, and mastless, portless, washed up and apparently abandoned boats in all parts of the anchorages.

It was a nearly 4-hour trip from Anse Chaudrie around the large Diamant rock (where the British actually set up a fort during the wars to fight off the French!) If the picture comes through you can see this was a feat next to building the pyramids in getting cannons and equipment up this rock!)

Sunset with Diamante Rock

We feel a bit at home here as we have stayed a few times. We know where to get our groceries, The Le Marin market we use has a huge dinghy dock! We can even take a grocery cart out to the dock and load right into the dinghy…this is a luxury that only a cruiser can appreciate. Well, imagine that you head off to the grocery and have to bring enough bags (they don’t give them to you here) to load up your groceries. You have to make sure that you don’t buy more than you can carry that day without a cart sometimes 2-3 blocks ….in the hot sun…if you are not smart enough to go shopping early in the morning or late afternoon…thus I digress), we know where the chandleries are for our boat parts and supplies, and where we can check in and out of the country the easiest. What we are looking forward to is seeing more of this part of the island from a hiking standpoint. We look forward to a walk to Grand Anse, the  most beautiful  and idyllic beach on the island.

Day 1 – We must tend to our windlass.

We think that we may need a new motor and possibly a new windlass. So, we go shopping. We make our rounds to several of the specialty marine stores in Le Marin and price them out. We also look for new and used motors that could work as well. The last place we stopped, we inquired about availability of a motor and the nice fellow (that is there to sell things ) actually said, “did you take the motor apart and clean the brushes?” Well that was all we needed to hear, maybe it can be done. A little elbow grease and she can be repaired. We made a few other stops in that sailor’s paradise of equipment, looking at new chain for our dinghy, Patch’s anchor, chaps (or cover) for her, and a few other odds and ends.

We also met one of our sister Caliber boats anchored just ahead of us, Honey Rider. We introduced ourselves to Tom and Sabrina and actually got more information about the “goings-on” in St Anne. There is such fun in meeting folks with the same boat, you just feel like family.

Day 2 – St Anne – Windlass Repair

This piece of equipment has given me fits for the last few months. I literally need to have a hammer at the bow to “tap gently” on the motor housing when it slows up a bit. According to the resident windlass and motor expert, Mike, this loosens up some of the debris that is causing the “brushes” to fail. (lesson #1 small motors….brushes do not have bristles..they are pieces of metal that brush against a rotating cylinder in succession to make the thing work!) So, when I am letting out chain or bringing it in and the windlass slows or comes to a halt, a few taps gets her running again.

Mike removes the motor and the moving parts of the windlass and literally takes it all apart to find the “brushes are coated with debris, barely making contact” and there is oil in the motor thicker than black strap molasses. He polishes the brushes and drains the oil and replaces it with fresh clean 90 weight stuff. Once the housing is back together (nearly 5 hours later) he decides we might need a gasket or 2 to finish the project….we need to go back to Le Marin for this.  We had seen the repair/maintenance kit for $80. Which is quite a savings over the price of a new windlass at $1200!

Day 3- St Anne- Windlass Works!

After a nice morning with our new friends on Honey Rider, talking everything Caliber and more. They were a wealth of information on sailing the Caribbean, communications and gave us information on other Caliber boats in the Caribbean.  We left to get a few things accomplished like cleaning the boat and getting the windlass back together, with great hopes it worked better. It was a glorious moment when, after just a few slang words, Mike had the motor and housing back in place and it pulled the anchor chain up and down like a child with a new yo-yo! It is times like this I am thankful for the small motor knowledge and ability to tackle and fix many things that my husband has acquired from his dad and his experience! For it is truly vital that we are able to put down and retrieve an anchor successfully. Whilst Mike was busy at the bow I spent a few hours of scrubbing the boat with Dawn detergent, I had the fiberglass hull cleaned of the salt accumulation and the green hair-like algae growth at the waterline. We were happy with the accomplishments that day.

Day 4 – St Anne – Sunday Funday

We celebrate the day by doing laundry in the morning. We had a few loads of bedding to get done from a few weeks ago and knew this was a good place to get that done…well so did many others. The little laundry just up from the beach at Anse Caritan was busy! We waited for a couple of machines and spent 2 hours getting this done. We also met a couple that we had made acquaintance with last year, and come to find out he was a telecommunications specialist. He knows HAM radios! In fact, he was THE person that installed the radio on our boat when it was with the previous owners as Sea Kite! We arranged through his wife to talk at some point about my concerns.

Our afternoon was spent with several other cruiser couples from Canada, US and Germany playing bocce ball and swimming at the calm Anse Caritan beach. We joined the German couple, Isla and Stefan, for the evening on their boat Sabir to discuss their world travels through the Pacific and East. Many thousands of miles later they encourage us to head to the Pacific, head west!

Beach Bocce

Day 5  – St Anne

We rarely stay 5 days in one location unless something needs fixing. Our fixing is done and we take a rest day. We look at the weather and find that there is a window in the next 4-5 days for making a trip further south on our journey to Grenada. It is a Monday and our plans are to make the move by Friday.

Day 6 – St Anne -Hiking Day


We join some of the same bocce ball clan for a hike up a mountain. We get on a bus for $2.50/person and ride for 15 minutes. We exit and have a good 20-minute walk up a country road before we arrive at the trailhead. We hike about and hour to a gorgeous overlook and then descend back to the hot country road and the bus stop for our return.

Honey Rider and Lost Loon

We reward ourselves with cool drinks, beers and roti. Mike and I share one of these unique wrapped delicacies. They are meat and vegetables in a thick sauce wrapped by a dough. They are usually made of beef chicken or fish. The thick sauce is spicy with turmeric, garlic and other herbs.

Upon our return to the boat, we are lucky to have Denis over to look at our HAM radio and give me a few tips and he helps us set up a connection so that I can send position reports to WINLINK.org. If you access this site, look for N9ANC (my call sign) and you can see our latest position in the Caribbean! (you will find out that we are just a few steps ahead of this blog!)

Denis the HAM master at work

Day 7 – St Anne – just another day

We find other things to reorganize, defrost the freezer (because the door won’t close properly), and work on the HAM radio. We continue to watch the weather for that “window” to head to St Lucia.

Day 8 – St Anne – Really, we are here 8 days??

We awake and feel the need to make a move, but not today as the weather is still a bit unsettled with showers and squalls. Winds are up in the 20’s and seas quite high with 7-9 ft waves. It is not impossible to make the trip we need to, but we are looking for more pleasant conditions. And, unless we were getting paid for the trip its not worth the grand hassle. So, we decide to get our hike to Grand Anse des Saline accomplished. It is nearly 4 km there and 4km back, so we start out after a sufficient lunch. We enjoy the hike around the southern tip of this big island and appreciate the wind and waves out on the open ocean. We swim off the white sand beach and rest under huge palm trees in the stiff breeze. We swim again after returning to the boat and our hot hike back. After which we head off in the early evening to stock up on the last of the French wine, Belgium beer, pate and cheese we will be able get in the islands.

Saline Beach

Day 9 – St Anne – Friday the 13

We awake to squalls and heavy rain showers that frequent the morning. After listening to the weather report from Chris parker and perusing our other reliable weather sites we make a decision to leave in 24 hours.  There is an old sailor’s wives’ tale that you never leave for a passage on a Friday, and this being Friday the 13th we postpone the trip. Nah, we needed to check a few things we had forgotten to and need the day to check out with Martinique customs.

We spend our last evening in the French West Indies at a local bar listening to local music with our new friends Isla and Stefan on Sabir.

Day 10 -Time to leave!

Retiring the French flag for the season

We are awake to get weather, make coffee and have the anchor stowed by 0815! We hastily motor by and say our goodbyes to Sabir and Honey Rider and we are off to St Lucia. We have a 20-mile run to Marigot Bay. We max our speed at 7.5 knots in 18 knot winds with 22 knot gusts with a second reef in the main and partial headsail. We see frequent waves 5-7 with a few to 8 or 9. It was a nice sail and it seemed to feel so good to be back out in the water after so long at anchor.

Upon arrival we make 2 crazy anchoring attempts (because it is mostly rock and rubble on the bottom unless you find a small spit of sand), but the most rewarding part was the excellent performance of the windlass!

We watch the relatively small anchorage fill up at dusk and I finally make a radio contact with my uncle in Kentucky!

Next up Bequia…a small island that is really a Caribbean secret!

Martinique travels

We are practically Martinique citizens now! Just kidding! We have actually been in the country 2 weeks!!

We arrived in St Pierre, one of the oldest french cities on the island on March 28th in the shadow of great Mount Pele.

As the story goes, the governor and a science teacher headed a committee who knew of the impending eruption of this great volcano. It had smoldered for days, giving off ash and gasses frequently. They failed to adequately warn the people fearing a mass exodus from the city and harm to the local income. On Ascension Day May 5th, 1902, the mountain let forth with an eruption that has been likened to an atomic bomb , covering the city and taking the lives of nearly 30,000 local inhabitants. The only survivors were a cobbler and a man in jail who survived because his cell faced the opposite direction of the lava flow. It is said he became a legend and finally joined the circus after his fame waned. Ships anchored in the bay were destroyed as well. People from far off cities climbed hills to see the incredible destruction.

We arrive at the dinghy dock and in typical French fashion as the St Pierre church bells are ringing 4 pm. We make our way past Rue de Victor Hugo on to the tourist office where we quickly check into customs on the computer. Our next stop is the ruins of a grand theater which is next to the ruins of a prison.

We can see throughout the city what has been left of the volcanic ruins that have not been rebuilt on.

The village was an elegant city in its day, one of the finest in the West Indies. It was a center of commerce for Rum, sugar, cocoa and spices. We see old structures that line the narrow cobblestone streets and imagine the beautifully dressed townspeople strolling to dinner or the theater.

The bougainvillea hangs from everywhere. The real voices of children calling in their native french language fill the air. For a brief moment we are transported back to French Martinique in the early 1900s.

Our stay here is 2 days because we want to have a meal at Tamaya restaurant, rated one of the best in Martinique! There are 6 tables at this small restaurant, all set with white table clothes. We are the first arrivals of the evening and it’s 7pm ( most French dining establishments don’t open until 6:30 or 7) We are greeted by one of the owners, Peggy, who thankfully speaks English. She takes our order for a bottle of wine. We peruse the menu and see her husband the chef peeking out from the kitchen .

He waves a ‘hello’. We are instructed on the specials and other menu items and she interjects her preferences. After she returns from the kitchen, we hear her story of starting the restaurant, the ups and downs of the business and sailing. She spent many a day in her life on a boat as well. Our dinner is delightful. I have dorade with vegetables and Mike has a delicious veal, all truly French… with Easter chocolate eggs from France as a kind gesture! We stroll through the lamp lit village back to the boat on a full moon night and decide to stay another day and hike.

We make our way in typical Mike and Nancy fashion ( late hot morning) to the statue of Virgin Mary. She overlooks the anchorage and the sailors coming and going. It is a nice street that takes up high above the water and has a great view of the city and Mt Pele

St Pierre, Mt Pele in background

The afternoon is spent making water and looking at the map for the next day’s short motor to Fort de France, the capital of this island.

Upon anchoring and with the engine off we can hear mass being said this Good Friday from the speakers of the Catholic Church that looms over the city. It is enchanting. The bells ring upon conclusion and we remember all the Good Friday masses we have attended, the soberness present in this beautiful bright Caribbean city anchorage.

We get reacquainted with a neighbor boat from Canada we met last year in Guadeloupe and enjoy an evening with them taking sailing and travels. We spend time along the waterfront watching the people and listening to the local music that afternoon.

Saturday morning we attempt to take a bus to the shopping center and get on the 421 instead of the 420 bus. We have been told of a great sports outlet store and enormous grocery here. When it is clear our bus isn’t going the way we intended we ask to get off and have a 3 km walk to our destination. Good thing for phones with GPS that we used to follow the bus route!!!

The shopping was magnificent. We found a real mall with clothing, jewelry and electronics stores. The Hyper U is one of the largest in the Caribbean. And being the day before Easter, it was packed with shoppers!! We like to check out the French wines… they are quiet grand and , well cheap!! The sports outlet store Decathalon we find great deals on some nice performance clothing. Coincidence, but we arrive at the bus stop to return to the boat and unbelievably the gal who spoke English and told us bus 420 was standing there, she laughed heartily when we told her of our mistake!

Easter Sunday

After being awakened by glorious church bells at sunrise we have coffee and decide to head for another anchorage along the western coast of Martinique. We check out anchorages of Anse Mitan and Anse Noir, and decide on Anse Dufour for an afternoon of snorkeling and hiking in the rain. We are amazed at all the locals on the beach for Pacques( Easter) swimming, barbecuing and dancing even in the rain!!

April 2

We chose to move anchor a few Mike’s to Anse Chaudrie. A grassy bay where we must find a spot of sand to successfully set the anchor. The snorkeling here is great, but in getting to the snorkel reef I feel I have observed to many sea snakes below for my liking. That afternoon we meet up again with fellow cruisers on the boat Tasman. They sail our sister ship a Caliber 40 as well. In fact, their boat spent the summer cuddled right next to Lost Loon in Clarkes Court Marina!!

We find some great seashore hikes here several hundred feet above the water with great views. We found another spot to snorkel this was for the hot afternoon.

That brings us to our current location at St Anne, Martinique. Currently the Mecca for hundreds of sailboats moving North and some moving South, as we are.

Will post this and get writing on that update !!

Merci d’arreter! !

Anatomy of a Great Sail…from my perspective

It has been great to be back on the water for the winter. That feeling when you have put some sail up and headed in some direction propelled by the wind with the engine off is heaven. There is a yearning for that gentle ocean lull and wind that sings through the sails that we have come to love. The clear blue skies and ocean to match or revel that becomes addicting. We have grown to adore the part of our lives on the ocean. It is however wonderful to spend time with family and friends in the Summer off-season

We are by far not as experienced as some of our acquaintances on this vast ocean, but feel that we have accumulated some liquid miles and continue to accept the lessons from the sea.

Our boat is built and outfitted for heavy ocean conditions and we like to think that we are becoming better at adjusting her to tolerate and sail these different situations. “She”, Lost Loon, teaches US as well. Nevertheless, we have developed some qualifications for a great sail.

First, we have intent. This meaning that we have a destination in mind but rarely a time frame. (This season is a bit different with guests coming aboard, time was of the essence, but it is not typically the case. For when they have come and gone we will be left to decide on the journey). We have limited our travels within the waters of the Leeward and Windward islands of the Caribbean and our eventual goal is to be in Grenada in May.

So, this means that we can travel as fast or as slow through the islands as we chose in a given time period, with the goal of exploration. We have done quite a few “overnight passages” some great and some we would rather forget, but we enjoy the daylight scenery when we can make it from anchorage to anchorage before the sun sets. However, all that being said, we are quite compelled by settled seas, good winds and the phase of a full moon to set sail!

Mike and I would agree in the nearly 2 winters here in the Caribbean we have had a handful of REALLY GREAT sails. On leaving Antigua for Guadeloupe 2 weeks ago we found such conditions. Previous to this we had time to spend with visiting friends on and around the beautiful island. We also met up with “old” cruising friends from last year for a few sweet days of boat talk and sea slang, and were fortunate in just a few days to meet new cruising couples.

We had said our temporary good-byes (as they always are for seafarers) the evening before the sail, and settled in early to preparr for our day ahead. We had not made many day sails in the last couple of weeks and were quite anxious to get back into the open water again.

In our sail plans, we usually calculate our motoring speed at 5 knots as worst conditions. We had hoped to have and were rewarded with favorable easterly trade winds for our 70-mile rhumline South from Hermitage Bay, Antigua to Deshaies, Guadeloupe.

With coffee brewing in the press, we had the trusty 25 kg Rocna anchor up and secured on a very calm morning by 0530 and had begun our daysail on an early moonless morning, still with darkness. And to demonstrate how clear these waters were, with just the light of my headlamp I had enough visibility to see the anchor coming up from 20 feet below.

We were soon quietly motoring through the anchorage as other sailing acquaintances were finishing the last of their dreams for the night.

Once we were out of the anchorage, we turned into the little bit of a 9-knot breeze to raise the mainsail for the day. We insured we had 1 reef in the sail, despite the call for 12-15 knots of wind. This decreased the footprint we would use to propel the boat in the event we found some spirited winds over the 20-knot range. The sail is sometimes difficult to raise quickly due to the presence of lines that hold up the large sailbag on the boom (aka: stack pack lazy jacks) and the batons that firm up the body of the sail get caught here from time to time. But on this day, the first sign of our good luck, the massive sail went up without a hitch. We eased off on the sheet as we fell off the wind, heading more in the direction of our destination.

We spent the next 20 minutes going further offshore to see what the winds had in store for us that morning. As much as 20 degrees and sometimes 10-15 knot differences in the wind direction and force can be found offshore. Once we had a feel for the general, and consistent direction of the wind which was more like 45 degrees off the bow of the boat, we released the giant genoa. As I cranked on the winch to pull this sail in off the starboard side of the boat, we first felt the slight surge through the water and then the gentle heel to that side as Lost Loon gained speed.

Once the diesel was turned off, we heard the familiar sounds of first gurgling and then rushing water coming off the rudder behind the boat as we gained speed. This 13-ton vessel takes a bit to get going, but within minutes we were moving at nearly 6 knots in 12 knots of wind as the first sign of daylight became apparent over the mountains of Antigua. We set the staysail, to give us just a bit more lift before we felt we had maximized Lost Loon’s potential.

We were the only vessel moving that morning and felt we owned the ocean for a time, passing anchorages of sailboats sitting or rocking calmly until others became apparent on the horizon several hours later. We moved through the crisp, salty sea now with intent to make anchorage in DeShaies, where the space can be limited, by mid-afternoon. The water made several color changes as we headed from shallow to deeper waters between the islands. The waves we had expected to be in the 4-6 foot range, barely made 1-3 feet. This allowed Lost Loon to move as swiftly as she could without the backward push of the waves or swells.

As the morning became brighter, winds increased up into the 15-17 knot range propelling the boat into the 6.5 to 7 knot sailing speed! We were two pretty happy sailors. After just 3 hours we had covered nearly 20 miles, far out-reaching the conservative 5-knot per hour speed we had anticipated! We watched as sailboats in the distance came closer and passed making their way to Antigua and the outline of Guadeloupe appeared on the horizon.

We lunched on sandwiches and cokes, enjoying the easy motion of the boat. We were able to use the autopilot steering with someone at the wheel to monitor direction and speed. We rested in shifts as Lost Loon moved up and down the waves and through the wind. Nearly half-way between the islands of Antigua and Guadeloupe, in the early afternoon, I was at the helm watching for on-coming traffic or obstructions when I immediately spied water spouting right in front of the bow. I had seen a days-worth of flying fish skirt the surface as they so gracefully can. I took a second glance, and then realized that roughly 200 feet off the bow were a couple of whales moving very slowly across our path. It wasn’t immediately obvious, as sometimes small breaking waves can look like spouts, but it was definitely a whale. This would require quick action to avoid a collision. I quickly called to Mike and simultaneously took the steering off autopilot and made a redirection to starboard enough to clear these enormous fish. We passed within 40 feet to see 2 (likely humpback) whales just enjoying the sun-drenched afternoon.  Many whales inhabit the Caribbean, finding the warm currents perfect fishing and spawning grounds. Pictures? They will forever be ingrained in our memory, as I barely had time to avoid hitting them let alone get a good picture with the camera while Mike took over the navigation.

As we continued on toward our destination, the one-dimensional grey outline of Guadeloupe slowly developed into two and three dimensions. The colors also changed from the grey to blue and hues of green and brown became apparent as the mountainous outline appeared to take shape.

Our approach to the island from the north also provided us with some nice winds to carry us close to DeShaies anchorage before starting the engine. Since we have been at this location several times we know the good places to set anchor and tried spying with the binoculars to see if “our spot” was available. It wasn’t until we were much closer that we would need to find another sandy spot.

We have worked out a procedure for taking down the sails. Once the genoa and staysail are safely furled, we wait until we have room to turn in to lighter winds and lower the main into its sailbag for the night’s rest. We can now concentrate on where to anchor. We have the advantage with an early arrival that the sun is still nearly overhead and we can see sandy spots easily. We are anchored easily today, as our luck continues. Once we have the lines tidied and equipment stowed, its time to relax, rest and watch the others of the sailing world come to find a place of rest for the evening.

It was a great day of sailing. It erases the memory of the “not-so-great” sails (with that eraser that has sat in the drawer for years…they become blurry) and so we chalk it up to experience. It is from whence we can appreciate the good days. We watch the sunset and are thankful for each one.

Sorry for the missing pictures! Must be a data problem.

Where is Lost Loon….??

Presently writing from Antigua!! The water is as turquoise and beaches as white sand as the Bahamas and the people more friendly than anywhere. We made our way on ‘the perfect day- sail’ from Deshais Guadeloupe on an early Thursday morning. We weighed anchor at 0545, per captain’s request, and had sails set nearly before the first light of sun out of the East. We had anticipated an average speed of 5-6 knots taking us then 8 or so hours to cover the 42 nautical miles to Falmouth Harbor on this island. Our winds were nearly on the beam and waves from distant seas 6-7 feet hitting the starboard quarter bow.

Once we cleared the Guadeloupe headland, Lost Loon proceeded to work her magic. Under 1 reef on the main and quite nearly full headsail , with a staysail set by sun-up we approached speeds of 7.5 knots!! Our thanks to the ocean gods for the easy seas. We enjoyed the movement and soon we were feeling the need for naps. We barely had time to rest as we were ticking off the miles and soon had sights of Antigua, while the giant island of Monserrat continued to loom to port.

In record time, we were anchored in Falmouth Harbor. A huge anchorage, it boasts many services and resort living. We were in awe of the grand international fleet of yachts at berth. A short walk to English Harbor from the dinghy dock and we were able to efficiently check in using Sea Clear and were granted a 3 month cruising permit to explore as many of the 365 beaches as we could. The customs office is located in Nelsons Dockyard, with cobblestone streets, great old stone buildings, and ancient cannons and anchors scattered about.

We made our way by sail and help of the motor in light winds the following morning to a perfect eastern anchorage by Green Island that nearly resembles any anchorage in the Bahamas or Tobago Cays. We found this an excellent spot in the settled winds to paddle board and snorkel some nice barrier reefs. There was a resort , Harmony Hill, that has an old sugar mill, ( sugar cane was a huge crop and still is is so much of the Caribbean….sugar Cane= Rum!). but it was closed and deserted, however proved to be a great place for photos. We experienced a night with infinite stars as we had little to no wind and were able to lay out watching the night sky.

Before arriving from Guadeloupe. We had made our way from the Virgin Islands. We had been there nearly a month with family and then friends. A year ago on our initial sail South, we had skipped through these islands as we had vacationed here much before. This year we spent time primarily on St John enjoying some spectacular beaches. We made several visits to Maho bay, Honeymoon bay, and Francis Bay. We also shared many of the great stops at Jost Van Dyke and Norman Island to our newcomers. By the first week of February we were waiting out high winds and seas to make our way to St Barths and ultimately Guadeloupe for a new set of crew!

When we finally found our window we had some serious seas to handle the first 24 hours to St Barths and then onto Guadeloupe we had expected and found more comfortable seas and weather. ( Fodder for another blog).

Guadeloupe brought us mixed weather, but we were able to enjoy some land based activities like Grand Anse in DeShais, The Rum factory – insect tour- animal display. Yes, that’s right….THE hugest collection of beatles I have ever seen. This would rival something at the Smithsonian!! And cause sweet dreams to turn to nightmares! Oh lest I forget the trip to the dentist!!

The story starts at a beautiful restaurant Poisson Rouge (red fish) at the Tendacayoo Spa and Resort,way up on the hillside behind Deshaies We discovered this gem of a spot one afternoon after a long hike up the Deshaies River. We curiously followed the little red fish signs up vertical roads and found a most peaceful locale for a spa and ‘habitation( french for dwelling). They had a few open air villas brightly painted and set where one could see the ocean miles below.

Ok, back to the story. Near the completion of a fabulous dinner here, Mike realized he lost a dental bridge placed 1-2 years ago. The following morning, using my best French, I was able to surprisingly negotiate a same day appointment for repair! We had obtained a nice car rental and with little difficulty located the modern dental office in the second floor of a convenience strip mall. The dentist spoke very little English, but his receptionist was able to translate well. In 20 minutes and only $75 US later the bridge was back in place and we were having our baguette et saussasion ( sausage, salami) on our way for more sightseeing. We were not questioned about insurance, we were not questioned about previous dental care or asked if we could pay up front!

Our time in Guadeloupe put us back in Rivera Sens for a night. We had just returned from the village, and were contemplating Captains hour when we noticed a sailboat approaching a mooring ball( there are only a few of them here, so it seemed unusual as most folks anchor) with a man in the water ahead of the boat! Again, quite unusual site. We waited just a moment and then sensing some difficulty here, Mike was in the dinghy and off to lend assistance. As it turns out, they had motor failure of some type, and they were trying to approach the mooring close enough for the captain to jump in and tie them up. Unfortunately the wind had its way and pushed them off. Mike put our dinghy to work and after several attempts pushed and towed them to the mooring and tied them up! He did receive a round of applause and cheers from the gallery on Lost Loon as well as an extra ration of Rum!

We were then onto Il de Saintes. One of our favorite locations south of Guadeloupe for its wine selection and boulangerie (bakery), with its great beaches and hiking.

Antigua will have us as guests for nearly 2 weeks with friends before we start heading to the SE Caribbean islands and on our way to Grenada.

Up next…… Anatomy of a great sail and more Antigua. Thanks for stopping by….. come back and send your friends!!! Love to read the comments!!


Quick huge thanks to the following cast and crew who have made this winter so much fun:

Dave and Leah Magnine joining us in the Virgin Islands! First sail ever!

Kelsey and Lee also in the Virgins islands who found out the fun of seeking rain shelter in a ‘cave’ on Jost Van Dyke and getting the dollar rides on the safari bus to and from the airport…the cruiser way!

Jeff Bellairs , returning crew, who brought us the life-saving Rainman watermaker and found out Michael Beans’ Rum the night before a passage just doesn’t work.

Ric and Mimi Goc joining us from California ….also returning crew… discovering one unique pool after another… the cruiser way!

Back in the Virgin Islands…a beautiful place of healing…

North Sound, Virgin Gorda

Its been nearly a year since we were last here, and 4 months since hurricanes IRMA, MARIA, and JOSE passed through here and left devastation in their wake. These are the supposed 100-year hurricanes, and they did some significant destruction.

We knew that there was some damage and we didn’t know what to expect, (whether we could get food, fuel or water if needed, but reassured by several accounts on the internet)  We had discussed with family and friends about a place to pick them up to sail, and this is still one of the best places we have found to cruise around a few days for sailing, snorkeling, diving, beaching, and of course Rumming (is that a word?…it is now!)

We approached Virgin Gorda, the North Sound late in the afternoon. I called into Leverick Bay Marina and got an immediate response. I inquired as to whether the channels were clear and if there were any obstructions to avoid. I was told “all is clear and we are glad you are here!”. As we made the approach, we could see the destruction. The Bitter End Yacht Club was as awful as we had seen on TV, and Saba Rock nearly gone. It was like a ghost town from the Wild West, and just as eerie. There were still curtains hanging and blowing in the breeze, chairs and metal strewn up the hillside. The abandoned shorelines were littered with debris.  There were countless homes without roofs and structures that appeared to be homes with just walls standing.  Normally we would have seen 50-200 boats anchored in the entirety of Leverick Bay, but today we could count 15.


Upon anchoring we were made aware of the sounds of chainsaws, hammers, and heavy equipment hard at work to repair the chaos. Our afternoon took us into the marina to patronize the bar. They were putting on new roofs, painting the dive shop, and repairing the electric that supplies the dock. We were among 3 other couples and families there. We had a long discussion with the bartender there about the events of hurricane Irma. He retold the story of moving boats out of the bay, preparing the marina buildings, and his own home for the storm. He told us that the only information they received on how bad the storm was to be was from information received by others from outside the island. Apparently, the notification system did not prepare them for the onslaught of 150-180 MPH winds.  We heard that they couldn’t believe that the storm lasted 6 -8 hours. Our bartender explained that with each increase in the wind speed he was certain that it couldn’t get any worse and yet it continued to build. One woman, he told us, lost her roof and was jogging down the road looking for shelter, a neighbor called to her to come into their house just as a refrigerator passed her going down the street taken by the forceful winds.  A woman, a local, sitting at the bar as well while her child swam at the marina pool, told us that the children are especially affected. She explained that they get very scared now with any approaching storm. They have lost their school, which we would eventually see on a walk we would take the next day. The school had to relocate to another school on the island and share supplies amongst double the number of students.

Leverick Bay Marina, rebuilding. These boats are missing something very important!


They all recounted that the rising water came up 10-12 feet above the sea level, washing away anything left sitting around and most of the beaches in its wake. On that same walk the next day, we passed so much that was destroyed, previously million-dollar homes overlooking the beautiful Caribbean Sea. We met a couple from New York that were there for 6-week and had just had their water and electric resumed that week. They indicated they had good insurance, but pointed to neighbors that didn’t. A crude for sale sign was posted on what must have been a lovely hillside home. We saw from high above the marina fishing boats, sailboats, and commercial vessels shipwrecked on shore. There were downed utility poles and wires that were tangled to incredible masses.

Spanish Town lettered with boats ashore

Yet, at the end of the many conversations we had, all part of the healing process after such a trauma, we heard the same words “we’re glad to be alive…we will rebuild”. It was that positive attitude that impressed us. We know that so many people are out of work in the hospitality industry, businesses literally gone, and so many that have relocated elsewhere because of having no place to live.

Our visit in the BVI’s took us in the next few days to Spanish Town on Virgin Gorda. Here we did find gasoline for the dinghy and a great food store open. Along the shore the boats that were taken out of the water to ride out the storm were sitting like dominoes, toppled over upon one another. We saw sailboats, with no masts, motoring in the bays (we suppose waiting out the season for a new rigging).

We sailed past the empty anchorage at the Baths onto Norman Island. We chose to anchor out, but found that mooring were available throughout the Bight. We witnessed the shipwrecked Willy-T’s bar as well.

The Bight at Norman Island, as beautiful as ever
Pristine snorkeling waters at Privateer Bay, Normal Island


On Jost Van Dyke, Foxy was there to greet the good number of folks who knew he would be open, but the town there is quite the mess. The old yellow church has no roof, the stained glass is missing and the beautiful gardens are gone. The dive shop and other small shops are also destroyed. We did find ice at Cool Breeze, where they were also running a bar.



In the Virgin Islands, at St John, we had our pick of mooring balls in St Francis Bay and for an afternoon of snorkeling at Trunk Bay. Pizza-Pi is now open on Christmas Cove as well. We have found ourselves in St Thomas for the last couple of weeks to be here to pick up family and friends for a few days.


Great dinner at Amalia Cafe, Charlotte Amalie!

Currently we are waiting out a big blow at Charlotte Amalie. We have found that although the cruise ships still come in 3-4 days a week, the number of cruising vessels is fewer than in years past. We were lucky to be able to get ice, great provisions, be able to find someone to replace our freezer condenser (it’s always something), and have some really great meals at restaurants that are re-opening (Café Amalia!! On the waterfront in Charlotte Amalie). We are happy to be here. The damage and destruction are sad, but the attitude of the people and the effort that is going into rebuilding is amazing. We have had to do without 4G data due to lost cellular service, but we have found free WIFI set up on parts of the islands. We see more and more charter boats every day, so hopefully the word is out. The weather is gorgeous, the water a clear turquoise, the beaches are cleaned up, and the sunsets still happen every afternoon! Oh, and the Painkillers taste as good as they ever have!