Day 6- Great Harbor JVD to Sopers Hole, Tortola

Today was a big sailing day giving us our most brisk winds, consistently between 15 and 20 knots.

Steve, ever looking ahead for trouble, or perhaps it’s just “where the the heck am I heading”, it’s hard to say, but I almost always give him the benefit of doubt. 

Bill’s just happy to be alive, sailing with his old friends. Oh, and he had a good morning BM today too!

Steve guides us through a beam reach in strong winds while I hang on for dear life and consider an escape route on the high side of the boat. 

John’s a fixer, he has the “knack “. Sometimes he fixes things that aren’t broke but not in this case. He’s adjusting and lubricating the latch to our ladder off of the swim platform.  

Thanks John!

 

In this place, Myett’s Cane Garden Bay, in 2010 we gathered here the night before we started our first sailing cruise.  That was a night that we still talk of, the night we got a little crazy. Sworn to secrecy, I can tell you no more, but it was a unique entry into what would become a tradition that has helped to keep us together after we all left GE. 

Steve, Jim and I stop at the Myett’s for a Painkiller and a toast to our history. 

And speaking of history, just outside of Cane Garden Bay where it all started, we drop our memorial to Dan, and to a certain extent, the Crocs that he wore that we relentlessly teased him about.  

Attached was this emblem Steve had made up, all dropped together at about 80’ deep, not far from where it all began. 

Soper’s Hole on the west end of Tortola, our anchor for the night. 

Jimmy takes the lead as our Chief Hoser as he fills water tank #1. 

Our dock hand, safe from the sun but not combustion.  

Dinner from the ships grill and galley again with chicken, broccoli, corn and salad.  

Good night Sopers Hole.