After Bill and I made a run to the Scrub Island Marina for rum, club soda, ice and to dump our trash we had a leisurely departure for Jost Van Dyke on a westerly course mostly running with the wind. The seas were forgiving and made for a nice sailing day, only changing our sails once.
This cat had us in their sights as they headed south for over 30 minutes and yet somehow found a way to cross closely in front of us.
Cap’n Steve saw them coming and was prepared to give-way if necessary but that might have meant we would have had to put our drinks down and get up!!
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We moored for lunch and a dip at Sandy Cay and found a little calm.
We moored for lunch and a dip at Sandy Cay and found a little calm.
For lunch and with some help from the boys I made some old fashioned tuna salad just the way my mom made.
And while I was working on lunch Bill prepared to swim to shore with empty vodka and cranberry bottles to pound some sand from the beach in them. You see, we needed some ballast to weigh down an underwater memorial for Dan. Unfortunately at the beach the swell was strong and latent rocks prevalent so he came back with only the cranberry bottle filled. How many people swim with ballast around their shoulders?
John approves of the tuna salad.
They say into every life a little rain must fall but in our case it won’t stop people from swimming off the boat next to us. The rains can be a little frequent but usually only last 10 minutes are less.
John performs a buoyancy test on Dan’s Caribbean memorial.
Reventador as we leave for dinner ashore.
Approaching the Corsair, our beach bar for the night, I was thinking tonight must be thong night. How lucky! But I soon realized these young ladies were just availing themselves of a bar stool.
This is a picture of us at the Corsair in 2016. L-R me, Steve, Jimmy, Bill Amos, Dan(RIP) and Bill W. Eight years seemed to go by in a flash. The Corsair hasn’t changed much, but we have.
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