I’m about to indulge myself with a little complaining. That’s right, I have some complaining to do.Easting for months on end is really getting boring. I see all the self-satisfied sailors heading west, sometimes flying brightly coloured spinnakers. Show-offs! They’re getting a free ride! The grass is greener, the sea is always bluer heading west with the Trades.
Although the sailing and sights have been wonderful on this gorgeous sunny day, our timing is now a little off and we don’t get any time to rest before heading out into the Passage.
We connect with Night Hawk and Anthem around 4pm on the VHF. They are about 4 hours ahead of us and finding the going a little tough. We continue on and hope conditions hold, at least.
Monday night and after 24 hours of hard slog, and our most frustrating crossing so far, we drag ourselves in to the anchorage in St. Martin in the dark and collapse in a wet, soggy heap. There’s water in the boat where there never was water before.
Tuesday we check in with Customs and Immigration and check into a marina. All we can do for the next few days in St. Martin is catch up on sleep, do laundry and dry out and put ourselves back together again. We are looking forward to picking up our friend Barry who’s arriving from Australia on Thursday. We’ll use the time also to enlist the help of Ray, Night Hawk, to check our rigging. It’s time too, to get the barnacles and marine growth scraped off the bottom. Maybe that will help.