After Pete and Brenda left, I retrieved the dinghy motor, loaded it onto the boat, and made ready to depart. Joy and I had about ten days to ourselves before another couple were to join us for a week’s stay. Very close together, but that’s just how it all worked out. Again, timing, wind, and weather controlled our decisions.
Our friends, Joe and Casey McClash, had a week’s vacation planned with us, and we’d hoped to be in St. Martin by March 4th for their visit. But, as the weeks wore on, I told Joe it would be much safer to plan to join us in the BVI. As it worked out, my instincts were correct.
Joy and I departed Nanny Cay Marina and sailed back to Great Harbor on a 25 knot reach knowing we had an easy entrance and a well-protected harbor. We hoped to spend a day or two there, then explore some places we’d either never seen or wanted to revisit in the BVI.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans – each day dawned with the wind howling in the rigging out of the east at 25 to 35 knots, once touching 40. We weren’t going anywhere with these winds, and certainly not to St. Martin. Wind would have been smack on the nose at 30 knots plus for the 80 mile run across the infamous Anegada Passage. Big winds, bigger waves, and just a downright nasty passage; not for me, and definitely not for Joy. So there we stayed for ten days.
Now it’s not like we were enduring major hardship here. We had all the sun and wind we needed to power our solar system, drive our wind generator, and make all the power we needed to handle all our electrical needs and make hot water. We never ran the engine, and I left the full electronics system, the computers, and the VHF radio on 24/7. We ran the water-maker every three days, had plenty of lighting, showered once or twice a day, listened to the stereo, and, oh yeah, the frig and freezer were running all the time as well. Plus, look around; we really had it tough.
This service boat brought fresh baked breads, pastries, fruits, veggies, canned goods, and shhh, don’t tell anyone – RUM. If you needed or wanted something particular, he would get it for you. In fact, on his rounds, he was looking for a wayward fender of mine that took off on the last night we were docked at Nanny Cay. We limited our purchases to breads and pastries, and disposal of trash for a small fee. A very handy service indeed.