We had to return to Marina Cay; there were just no two ways about it. Joe and Casey had never been there, and we felt it wasn’t a visit to the BVI unless you spent some time at this tiny little island retreat. So we piled into the dinghy to head in for drinks and dinner. Somehow dinner stretched on, and before we knew it, the sun was setting.
How’d that happen? Now we had to find our way back to the boat in the dark with all these charter boats on moorings blocking the way. Somehow, we made it safely back aboard and didn’t lose a single crewmember along the way.
The best part of the Virgin Islands really is the sailing, and it’s no wonder everyone considers these waters to be a sailor’s paradise. There’s almost always plenty of wind, but the waves are very manageable. The giant circle of islands protect the Sir Francis Drake channel allow you to sail in just about any weather. It’s safe, hard to get hurt, navigation is easy, and should you get into trouble, help is readily available. No wonder everyone loves this place.
We kept hoping for a couple of easy days to be able to sail north to Anegada, but it was not to be. The strong winds held up all week long, and only on the very last day of Joe and Casey’s visit did the winds begin to ease. Darn, well, just another excuse to have to go back to the BVI. Eventually, we will sail to Anegada.
Before we could draw another breath, it was time for Joe and Casey to head back to Florida. We sailed back to Nanny Cay Marina to enjoy our last night together with dinner at Peg Leg’s restaurant, and we all dressed in our finest island wear to cap off our fantastic week. After dinner we swayed to an awesome band at the beach bar, and consumed too many pain killers before we finally realized the late hour.
In the morning our friends departed, leaving us with many miles yet to sail and memories of another great time together, memories that will last forever.