Most of the time Joy and I were in Isla Mujeres the wind on the far side of the island was howling out of the southeast at 35 to 40 knots brewing the Yucatan channel into a witch’s cauldron. The waves in the photo to the right don’t look too bad until you realize we are standing well over 200 feet above sea level. As the huge breakers blasted against the rocks below, spray flew up over the entire promontory at the south end of the island. That roller behind the statue is around 20 feet tall, and many were nastier. No place to be on a day like this one. When we got back to the golf cart, we were both damp, and I had to wipe down Joy’s scooter so the salt wouldn’t damage the steel parts. This weather had been predicted nearly two weeks earlier, and we’d planned our trip from Puerto Morelos to Isla Mujeres so we arrived before the weather got dicey.
Our last night together in the Caribbean arrived all too soon. Joy had decided to fly home rather than chance the 500 mile ocean passage. Neither of us were looking forward to this departure. When Joy left me the next morning at Cancun airport, we both struggled to keep from breaking down as we’d been together every day for 7 and1/2 months. I was taking deep breaths and looking at the ceiling as she made her way through the security check point. Spirit Air’s employees promised me they would take good care of her, and when I heard from Joy the next morning, she told me they watched over her as if she was a princess. The steward taking care of her on the flight wanted to know why I wasn’t with her, as we’d flown with him on many flights in the past. Joy explained why she was traveling alone, and he made sure she lacked for nothing. I slept much better once I knew she was home safe and sound.
The deep water delivery crew flew into Cancun on the morning that Joy departed. My good friend and often time sailing partner, Joe McClash, brought his son, Sean, and mutual friend, Brendan Powers, to serve as crew. They all were giving up their Thanksgiving weekend to make the trip from Isla Mujeres to Palmetto, Florida. Joe’s wife, Casey, made quite the sacrifice allowing such a big part of her family to go on this adventure.
We spent the day taking care of last minute details on the boat, stocking up on a few more fresh food items, and then sitting together for little Q & A session while reviewing offshore systems and safety procedures. Once we were done with the work, we took a golf cart tour of the island for Sean and Brendan as neither had ever been to Isla Mujeres. They only got the 50 cent tour though, as darkness fell over us while we zipped around the island. Later that evening we had a mouth-watering dinner downtown of fresh grilled fish.