No sooner had we backed into the slip at Crews Inn than Greg and Elina from Sapphire came up to us and said “We really should be named Coming and Going, because every time we see each other, one or the other of us is underway.” At that very moment they were leaving to catch a taxi to the airport to fly home due to a family medical emergency. We’ve never spent more than a minute together, hence the pun. Perhaps one day soon we’ll have time to chat.
Docked directly across the pier was Native Dancer, a Westsail 43, with Gary and Patty aboard. They’d spent several seasons in Trinidad and took us under their wing. We became fast friends and spent quite a bit of time together. They made life infinitely easier because they knew just about everybody, had used many good contractors, and knew their way around the country very well.
We share the docks with some really big boats down at the end, a large mega yacht on the right and a 250 foot oil rig tender on the left. Before Crews Inn moved in to the world of pleasure yachts, they were and still are a major repair facility for very large ships. Semi-trailers loaded with all kinds of huge equipment come and go every day as they supply the pieces needed to service and maintain these huge ships. The bow of the big oil rig tender is less than 10 feet from the stern of the mega yacht. I’m not sure who arrived first.
Crews Inn today is a huge resort with everything we might want. Swimming pools, library, laundry, restaurants, liquor store, service facilities, hair stylists, haulout (aimed at larger yachts and ships) – ask if you don’t see it.
We rented a car for a few days to run some errands we needed to accomplish before we flew home and to take a trip into the mountains to visit the Asa Wright Nature Center, one of the prizes we’d won at the SSCA Gam the previous year. Patty told us that a night at the nature center was quite expensive, so our prize apparently had quite a value attached to it. We completed our errands and booked a night at the center, but could not find its location. It turned out that one of the security guard’s mother worked there, so he got good directions from her and told us to be sure to ask for his Mom who worked in the kitchen.