Saturday, April 14, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Saratoga comes to St. Thomas
We were able to sail most of the way that morning until the wind and current started giving us too much cross track error. Again, we saw the Watt family, this time at their condo in
A yacht club cruiser-hater was quick to inform us that we were anchored illegally in a marine park, we could not stay overnight. I was pleasant and thanked her for her dissertation and assumed her we would not dump our sewage overboard. Our friend Chris, a member of the yacht club introduced us to the president of the Yacht club and all welcomed us and our boat to
The Christina, Sabrina, Parker and Meghan reconnected and we had a great time lounging for the next few days. After enjoying the space of condos and the luxury of a pool, bar, restaurants, kayaks, hammocks and the company of good friends, our host family had to go back to
Night Swimming, Vieques
Our guide book suggested anchoring in a beautiful bay away from town with a solid 8’ of water and an easy approach. Nonchalantly, we motored up this narrow harbor entrance and drove our boat into mud, stuck. We backed off and Angie asked a local fisherman which way to go. He gestured and spoke volumes of Spanish in an effort to help us. I think he was telling us about his family’s upcoming reunion and how well the local cricket team was doing this season. Based on our interpretation, we hugged the port shore and really parked Side By Side deep into the mud. I abandoned ship on a falling tide to sound the bottom on foot. Fortunately, I was able to find water passed my navel and we were able to ease our way out with both engines churning. We were lucky to get out of there.
At the next bay over, we found lots of water and a beautiful bay. Breaking the "no swimming during big fish feeding time" rule, we quietly immersed ourselves in the phosphorescent bay after dark. Like magic, swaths of water flashed to light as we moved our arms and legs about in suspended freedom of night swimming. Of course the peace was broken when the kids surmised a “cannon ball” splash off the boat would be awesome!! They looked like streaking balls of light exploding in the water.
The next morning, I was thumbing though the Spanish Virgin Islands mariners guide. To my surprise it said that starting a year ago, the bay we had been trying to access prohibits the use of motorized vessels and imposes a $1000.00 for entering this marine sanctuary. So that’s what the fishermen were saying. Also, the bay we did anchor in was off limits for bomb clearing. The canon ball could have been Side by Side had our anchor hit an old bomb. We are definitely getting new guide books!