… at least that’s how most morning greetings go … “Good morning, looks like another day in paradise.” … and for us it was our day to leave the British Virgin Islands and move on to another Caribbean destination.
Weather was looking great, winds about 15 mph (a little more than the 12 they forecasted), sunny … our destination, a mere 90 miles away … this in a car is just under 2 hours, for us, at about 15mph it would be 6 hrs… We planned to leave between 6 and 7, but with only a 6 hr crossing … we stayed a little later,had breakfast and set off around 8am.
WOOOO HOOOO … we are off, very excited, everyone up on the flybridge … about an hour later … woooo hoooo, alot quieter on the flybridge … 30 minutes more, woo … then hoo, followed by waa, followed by blaaah … turns out are nice crossing was to become a baptism by fire type of event … the projected waves of 4 ft, got to around 8ft, with some 12 footers meeting us.
The waves came directly from our direction as did the wind,so basically we had to punch into the waves for 90 miles … this is the worst of all points to motor on, it is a horrible motion, with the boat going up and down, up and down … at 15 mph, it would just smash into the waves, water everywhere being splashed and a truly harsh motion … we slowed down to 8mph, which stopped the smashing, but not the up down motion.
At around 30 miles, me, Jack and Genna had been sick… poor little guy was struggling to understand why he was throwing up … Genna declared at 40 miles, “I have had enough of this”. Our slowed speed, made for 10+ hours to our destination … we changed course several times to ease the motion … but in the end, we just needed to get there.
Kate and Jaci where awesome, they watched for traffic while I tended to the little ones, and when I was on the flybridge, they took turns with Jack … Genna had fallen asleep in the salon (inside area) and was quietly making the hours go by.
Our nice 27″ monitor, fell from it’s place (and it was wedged in) and anything not put away or tied down ended on the floor. Even with all the noise of the everything, you get accustomed to it and you can tell when a new noise appears … about 15 miles from our destination … a new noise … turns out the dinghy (our small boat), which we carry on our davits had broken 2 straps and was about to be sacrificed to the Davie’s Locker.
I stopped the boat, Jaci kept watch … and lowered the dinghy to the water, tied it off and continued … 2 hours later, we dropped anchor in a quiet bay in St. Maarten (the Dutch side). Total time to cover the 90 miles … 11hrs.
We all had nice warm showers, agreed that the day sucked, had junk food dinner and watch a movie … I am so proud of my crew, even though it sucked, they stayed positive and relatively happy … when we arrived, noone wanted to do that again, but noone wanted to go home … major milestone for our adventure … only request … next time we do this, mommy has to be with us (Michelle had flown to Florida for some tests, and would join us in St. Martin).
In the morning, we cleared immigration, and entered Simpson Lagoon … we found a marina with a pool, which turns out to be part of a Casino and country club. We took a slip (they usually cater to bigger boats) … and had very nice and friendly staff get us settled … courtesy car, passes to the country club, even a golf cart ride.
We are now safely tied up in a marina, there is a storm heading in this direction (Dorian), which will likely pass to the north by 200 miles, but just in case, we are buying extra fenders and putting out extra lines …
Today will be “clean up” day for the boat … to put it in perspective, we first need to buy more brushes, more soaps and more supplies … we are covered in salt and other “stuff”