01 September 2010

Sailing with Kids: a Few Short Videos

Tonight Mom was busy, so a few of the kids and I headed out for an evening sail. My 13 year old, 10 year old, and 8 year old came along, and we had a great time.

The winds were just right tonight, running 12-14 miles per hour, which is just enough to get up to 6 miles an hour sailing, heel the boat over comfortably, and give the kids a chance to hone their sailing skills.

I snapped the photo at right with my iphone 4, and then converted it to black and white using Adobe's Photoshop mobile version for smart phones. The whole process took about 60 seconds, including emailing the picture to some friends.

As is typical, the kids love to play the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean on the boats stereo while we sail. When you watch the accompanying videos you will hear the music as if it were dubbed in. But no, that's the real thing you are hearing, Yaaarrrgh!.

My daughter spent the evening at the helm, and did a wonderful job. She is starting to get a 'feel' for when the wind shifts, without having to watch the windex all the time. For a while tonight she even laid down on the cockpit bench to steer - primarily because she forgot her sunglasses.

Its really a shame the kids have school in the morning, because it would be a great night to sail to one of the other marinas on Utah Lake and spend the night. Oh well, maybe next time.

The videos will give a little glimpse of what it is like to sail with this hearty crew, "poop deck" jokes and all...

And finally, one more short video panning around the boat. Notice the waves that get whipped up on the lake.  Utah Lake is an exciting place to sail.  Not quite as balmy as our sailing in the British Virgin Islands, but fun nonetheless.

19 May 2010

Evening Sailing with my Daughter

Tonight my 12 year old daughter and I decided to spend the evening sailing together. We set out from the marina early in the evening with no particular destination in mind, which is sometimes the best way to sail.

We watched a few other boats slipping quietly along the lake as we talked about school, friends, and anything else that came up.

We talked about the teenaged girls who have set out to solo circumnavigate the world. After discussing their videos and blog updates, my daughter said she might want to try circumnavigating. But not the earth, just Utah Lake. We decided that at age 12, she'd probably be the youngest girl to ever accomplish such a feat. The plan, at least as of tonight, is to gather some more experience this year and perhaps try the circumnavigation next year. Sounds good to me, any excuse to spend more time with my kids is worthy of my time.

Spring sailing on Utah Lake is beautiful. The mountain tops are still covered with the last snow of the year, the air is cool, and the sunsets are spectacular.

The winds were light tonight, but it was so peaceful we didn't mind. After a few hours of sailing, she dropped the jib and we headed into the marina, looking forward to many similar outings over the coming summer.

25 April 2010

Planning Tips for a BVI Sailing Vacation, BVI Day 10/10

BVI Planning Tips and After-Thoughts

Home from the trip now, I find myself wandering around the office in a daze. "Was that real?"
I have never had a more stress-releasing vacation.

By the third day of the trip I found myself looking at my watch - not to see what time it was - but to see what day it was. I was afraid I'd get sucked into neverland and forget to return home for several weeks. Actually, if we'd had the kids with us, I think we would have just bought the boat from Conch Charters and sailed off into the sunset as a family, never to return!

For the first two weeks after our return, my wife and I each woke up for an hour or two in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because everything was so firmly still. No rocking, gentle warm winds, no lapping of wavelets on the hull. Just rock-solid terra firma. How's a person supposed to sleep like this?

Hopefully my thoughts about our next bareboat sailing trip to the British Virgin Islands will be helpful to others planning a similar trip. Here's what we're planning to not do, do differently, and continue doing on our next trip (January of 2011).

What will we NOT do next time?

  • Don't fly in to St. Thomas. Instead, arrange flights all the way to Beef Island Airport on Tortola (assuming we are sailing from a Tortola-based charter company like Conch Charters.)
  • Don't bring fins. I had space in my luggage for fins, so I brought them.
  • Don't plan an exact itinerary. I had scheduled, by day, which islands we would visit and in which order. Because winds may shift or an anchorage may be full, plan for flexibility.
What will we do DIFFERENTLY next time?

  • Plan by Island. Research the various islands and what would would want to see on each. Then decide each evening where to go the next day based on weather, winds, and mood of the crew. If you have your research done, you will be able to maximize every day of the trip.
  • Take Less Cash. Turns out we didn't need as much money as we thought we would. Although the restaurants are a little more expensive than at home, there is relatively little shopping in the BVI's. (Of course, my wife and I don't drink, which probably saved us quite a bit of money.) Also, most places take a credit card, but there are often international fee charges for using them. Everyone take's travelers checks and cash.
  • Get a Tan. Go get a tan before we go. We missed out on a lot of activities due to a sunburn.
  • Plan for Less Food. We used one of the convenient provisioning packages from the local grocers in Road Town. They give you several options for ordering full provisions (do all your own cooking), or half provisions (breakfast/lunch and some dinners on the boat, the other dinners at restaurants.) We ordered half provisions, but didn't need near that much food. Something about being out in the warm weather all day leaves me just wanting minimal fruit, vegetables, and maybe some fish.
  • Spend more time at the Baths. Probably a full half day or more.
  • Spend more time at North Sound. Maybe stay at a Saba Rock mooring instead of Bitter End Yacht Club just to try something a little different (we were happy with Bitter End). Bitter End moorings are tucked in a little closer to the island and offer possibly better wind protection, but on a hot, still night the breeze might be desirable. Bitter End offers more variety on shore, but Saba currently gives free ice to its mooring renters. Both are so close together, it really doesn't matter.
What would we do again?

  • Pack Light. When you have packed your bag for the trip, take out half the clothes, add twice as much money, and you will be fine.
  • Take a SPOT Satellite Messenger. See links below for more information.
  • Stay on the boat. Some people say they prefer staying in a hotel on land for a night before and after their bareboat charter. Personally, I disagree. I found the boat to be much more relaxing, and a fraction of the cost of a hotel.
  • Use Conch Charters again. Although I hear good things about other charter companies too, Conch was very impressive. Boats were in excellent condition, staff was helpful and friendly, everything went as expected - no surprises. And their price can't be beat.

Recommended Equipment List
Finally, here's my list of recommended equipment for a BVI sailing trip. They're all going in my bag for our next BVI trip.

Best Cruising Guide
These are the best books I've found, after having read several. The cruising guide gives better detail, covers more unique coves and bays, and presents more history than any other guide I could find. I actually didn't get this one before my trip, but the charter company had it on the boat. As I compared the various cruising guides in planning each day's sailing, this one had the best information. You can purchase the cruising guide from amazon

Best Chart
The map I found to be most useful is the Imray-Iolaire Eastern Caribbean map (A232). Look for it on 2-sided water-resistant paper. Ask you charter company if they have charts on the boat and you might not need to take your map with you. But I liked having the map at home while I was planning the trip. You can purchase online from amazon.

SPOT Satellite Messenger
The SPOT can be used to call rescuers in an emergency, but it was most helpful because it can send your exact location to a google map which friends and family can watch back home. Oh, and when you load your digital pictures to SPOT's website after your trip, the site automatically synchronizes the time you took the pictures with the location you were at on the map at that same time, automatically placing the pictures on the map based on the time they were taken. Pretty cool. Click here to order one from amazon.

Conch Charters
Conch Charters was great to work with. I used them on a recommendation from a sailing instructor who uses Conch to charter every year, and I wasn't disappointed. I asked other Conch customer down there what their experience was like. None of them differed from mine, they were pleased with the boats and didn't have problems. I guess the real tell-tale sign is that we've already booked next winter's BVI sailing trip, with Conch Charters again.

Comparing Other Charter Companies
I talked with several other charterers in the BVI who had used first-tier charter companies - I was curious to know if there experience was different from the one we were having sailing boats a couple years old. I really couldn't tell a difference. Some of them had no problems, some had a few things go wrong.

I heard some advice from a frequent charterer a few years ago that seems wise. He said to plan on losing part of a day to some kind of boat problem, and decide ahead of time you won't let it ruin that day. When it happens, just drop the anchor, call the charter company, and give them half a day to fix it. Go snorkeling, go exploring, read a book, enjoy yourself. As long as you are chartering with a big enough company that they have chase boats and a technician available, everything will be fine.

24 April 2010

BVI Day 9/10

We tried to sleep in, but were already so relaxed from a long wonderful sailing trip and really didn't need the extra sleep. So we got up, showered at the Marina building, and cleaned our things out of the boat. Here's a picture of us, with our boat in the background. This was the most relaxing vacation I've ever been on. My wife was a little hesitant about going, she had her heart set on a cruise ship. But by the end, she and I both agreed that sailing beat cruise ship vacations. (She wouldn't turn down a cruise ship vacation, but this trip had been so relaxing, stress-relieving, and re-energizing she was really pleasantly surprised.)

When Emma came to check the boat in, she carefully went over everything and wanted to know if there was anything that didn't work or that we'd suggest they check out before the boat was chartered again. I'm very impressed with the great care Conch staff takes for their boats. Emma told us to leave any extra food in the fridge because they had a local woman working there who cleaned the boats. She had a large family and took any leftover food home to them.

We took the ferry back to St. Thomas, and there at the dock was our cab driver. Conch Charters had arranged the taxis for us, and did a great job. We never had to wait or look around for our cabs - they were right on time and had signs waiting for us.

The flight from St Thomas to San Juan Puerto Rico was a little more exciting. Turns out we were in a very small plane. They seated us by weight. They sent my wife in first and told her to sit in front. "Front" as in "Co-Pilot's Seat". You have to understand, my wife is not one that craves adrenaline-inducing experiences. Probably has something to do with the prolonged adrenaline-inducing experience raising 6 kids or something. Or maybe it was the warning sign in front of her seat, visible in this picture. It reads "WARNING. To continue flight with an inoperative engine..." Anyway, I could see her anxiety rising as the weather-beaten little plane bounced into the air and started climbing. Just in front of her the yoke pulled back, twisted and turned as gauges swung wildly on the instrument panel. Someone in the back said, "wow, she's really brave to sit up there." I couldn't help it, I replied, "No, if you knew her like I did, you'd realize that you are the brave ones." I turned around, expecting a scolding smile from my wife, but she was too focused on imminent death to have heard me. I've never been one to deface another's property, but if I were to ever graffiti on something I would have scribbled "Orville and Wilbur were here" on one of the seats. But we survived.

From San Juan, we flew back to Dallas where we had an 8 hour layover so we stayed at the Marriott before flying home in the morning.

23 April 2010

Sandy Cay to Road Town Harbor, BVI Day 8/10

Early this morning we left the mooring and motored a couple hundred yards over to Sandy Cay. Sandy Cay is an uninhabited small island with great snorkeling and picturesque views from a gorgeous anchorage.

After dropping anchor, we pulled out the snorkeling gear and headed leisurely towards the beach. We started in about 40 feet of water and followed a ray along for several minutes as he glided across the ocean floor.

Sandy Cay has a beautiful beach. A few dinghies had been pulled up on the beach, their crews now exploring the nature paths around the little island. As the morning progressed, more boats arrived at Sandy Cay, so we were glad we'd come early.

After Sandy Cay, we started the sail back to Road Town Harbor. We had originally intended to overnight in a secluded little bay somewhere across from Road Town for our last night, but realized we hadn't seen any of Road Town.

The sail back was fun. I tried not to think about the fact that our vacation would be over tomorrow, and just enjoyed the sailing. As we neared Road Town, a large thunderstorm was passing over the island. I could look into Road Town Harbor, but could not see the channel markers or any of the town for that matter - is was a complete whiteout.

It was only mid-afternoon, so we decided to just circle outside the harbor for a while until the storm passed. I reduced sail in case the storm headed our way, and made large circles outside the harbor for about 45 minutes. Eventually the storm blew some heavy wind and rain our direction. With sail area already reduced, there was nothing to do but stand at the helm and look nautical in the sideways-driving torrential rain. I was completely soaked, but the rain was so warm there was no chance of hypothermia. It felt like a nice long shower.

Once the storms passed, we radioed in to Conch Charters office and told them we were coming in. They instructed us to take one of the mooring balls in the harbor as their docks were full at the moment.

I had planned to shower before taking the dinghy into town, but the rainstorm had taken care of that for me (the sea and I are one like that.) We debated taking a taxi into town, but decided to take a dinghy. It was a long dinghy ride, made longer by our running into two local fishermen adrift in a non-working boat in the middle of the ferry channel. They hailed us for help. All we could offer was a dinghy ride to shore, so we took one of them who planned to return with a larger boat to tow his friend out of the channel.

Most tourist-type shops were closed in town, so we took a long walk around getting a feel for Road Town Harbor. We ate a late afternoon lunch/dinner near the docks and picked up souvenirs in one of the few shops that were open.

When we arrived back at Conch Charters, the staff had kindly moved our boat into the docks. We sat in the cockpit relaxing and taking in our last night in the islands. Later that evening we decided to head up to the Fort Burt Hotel and restaurant for a late dinner. We were given a table overlooking the harbor, wow was it beautiful. We watched twilight fall on Road Town Harbor, and took this picture of the view.

The food was fantastic, the Fort Burt Restaurant is definitely the place to start and end a sailing trip down here.

22 April 2010

The Baths, Sailing to Jost Van Dyke, BVI Day 7/10

The harbormaster at Yacht Harbor was very accommodating about our desire to leave early in the morning. They gave us a key and envelope so we could drop it in a mailbox there and be gone before anyone was up. (They usually make you wait to check out so they can charge you for the electricity and water you used, but we promised not to use either.)

It was light around 5am, so we got up, showered, and did our best to get underway quietly without waking the neighbors. Fortunately there were no winds to complicate navigating out of the slip. That's a very tight harbor, especially with a dinghy and a boat I've only been skippering for a couple of days.

Once we cleared the Yacht Harbor, we could see three boats already in position at the Baths. It had been a very settled night, so they might have anchored there the night before. We pulled into the Baths and took one of the moorings right outside the Baths - and closest in to the beach. We ran into a small problem though. In the light wind, the boat had drifted over and around the mooring ball, entangling the mooring ball in the keel. I could tell something was wrong, and worried that the rope had wrapped the propeller shaft.

I put on a mask and snorkel and dove overboard to have a look. Turns out the ball was wrapped around the keel, and didn't have anything to do with the propeller. I had to rig some extra lines to untangle the ball, pull it back around the keel, and into its proper position. I didn't want to simply untie and moor again, because there were several boats within a mile of the Baths, and in a few moments every available ball would be taken with boats circling looking for an opening.

While I was fiddling around with the mooring ball (I don't know what it is about boats - in many ways they're just like grown up toys and we like to make a bigger to-do about all things boat-related than we should). Anyway, while I was messing around with the mooring line, Noel made breakfast. We hurried and ate, and then climbed in the dinghy to go into shore.

Landing a dinghy on the bea
ch at the Baths is discouraged, because the swim area in front of the beach fills up with swimmers and snorkelers. Since we were the first to go ashore, I took Noel up to shore in the dinghy, and dropped her off about 10 feet shy of the beach. This kept the dinghy out of the breaking surf, and saved her a swim. I then ran the dinghy back to the dinghy mooring line and tied it off. I swam into shore, which was made fairly easy by riding the incoming waves.

We used the dinghy safety bag, a waterproof bag that holds emergency items for emergency use in a dinghy, to store my Canon EOS 7D camera for the trip to shore. I'd seen several of the more seasoned sailors using their dinghy safety bags as a waterproof general purpose purse like this, and I must admit that carrying it to shore made me feel about 10 years more experienced than I actually am.

After swimming to shore, I dried my hands off on my hat so I could hold the camera without getting it wet. Although its not conventional to swim with ones hat on, I've found it to be very handy at times like these.

On shore, camera ready, we headed to the rocky cave-like trail over to Devil's Bay, the next bay to the west. The trail is fantastic! It goes through small grottoes, some with surf and some with sand. The trail climbs old wooden ladders and uses rope hand lines in places to help you up and down steep rocks.

This is one place we'll spend more time on our next trip to the British Virgin Islands. There is also a restaurant/cafe above the Baths which is rumored to be pretty good. We still had a long sail ahead of us so we didn't hike up to the cafe.

We set sail for Jost Van Dyke, sailing down Sir Francis Drake passage. Along the way we passed several interesting boats, including this 3 masted ship. For the first (and only) time on the trip the tradewinds subsided for about an hour or two, so we motored for a bit. As we reached the west end of Tortola, the wind picked up again and we raised sails until we reached the Thatch Island Cut. Our charter briefing had mentioned that there were occasional williwaws blowing down out of Sopers Hole, and I didn't want to take any risks.

We didn't have time to visit Sopers Hole, but continued past and around Steele Point. There were some gorgeous cliffside homes built along Steele Point. Steep stairways bolted to the cliff connected the homes and led down the cliff to the water's edge. I would love to stay in one during a big storm, I'm sure the views are breathtaking. (I'd also like to be docking my personal yacht at one of the private docks next to the house.) But if wishes were fishes, the sea would be full.

I finished coveting as we rounded Steele Point and Jost Van Dyke came into view. There are a few different harbors on Jost van Dyke, and although I eventually want to see them all, we were tired from several hours of sailing and headed for Manchioneel Bay on the island's east end.

Manchioneel Bay is a very quiet, secluded bay that seemed like a good place to unwind. The bay is actually surrounded by 4 other small islands: Little Jost Van Dyke, Green Cay, Sandy Spit, and Sandy Cay. Sandy Spit is a popular anchorage, with a picturesque sandy little island and palm trees, it looks more like the South Pacific.

Clouds were building up, and it looked like a storm of sorts was brewing. Being unfamiliar with the local weather, we decided to take a mooring tucked up high in the bay where we'd be well protected if the anchorage became a little rolly. The rain came just after finished tying off to the mooring, so we sat under the bimini and watched the rain fall all around us for half an hour. It was a rare kind of peaceful you don't experience very often. The warm rain invites you to relax, making hypnotizing circles in the water as you watch the handful of yachts drifting lazily at anchor.

After a half hour or so the rain let up and we decided to take the Dinghy into Foxy's Taboo, a little beachside restaurant, for a late lunch. Foxy's Taboo is the only establishment on this end of Jost. It consists of a small open porch dining area and colorful little souvenir shop. The restaurant had actually stopped serving food until dinner time, but the friendly staff kindly agreed to cook something for us anyway.

After lunch, we walked past a beautiful shallow cove of mangroves up to Bubbly Pool. Bubbly Pool is a small opening in the rocks on the north side of the island. The incoming waves churn the pool into a foaming hot tub. I'd read in several guidebooks that one could get directions to Bubbly Pool from the staff at Foxy's Taboo, however the trail is well marked and easy to find.

This is a beautiful area to walk the shallow bay between Jost and Little Jost, watching the sand crabs play along the shore and the thousands of little fish forage in the shallow water.

When we arrived back at our boat, we watched turtles swimming along the mooring field, and box fish swim along beneath the boat.

That night we barbecued on the grill and sat and talked under the stars for some time. This is such a quiet anchorage. My wife took the dishes to the transom steps for a quick rinsing, as I took a few small potatoes left from dinner and tossed them into the water for the fish. I was surprised to hear loud thrashing in the water, and looked over the side in time to see this fish hungrily eating the leftovers. In the dark of the night, we were quite certain it was a shark. (Especially my wife, who had been hanging her feet in the dark water as she rinsed the dishes.) I pulled out a flashlight and dropped a few last pieces of potato and rice in the water. The large fish, 2-3 feet long, was only interested in the bigger pieces, but several smaller fish crowded in for the rice. I could see all the way to the bottom, 20 feet down. Fish were busy eating the rice all the way down, until the last of it was eaten before it reached the bottom. Because the fish were waiting so close to the boat, I assume they knew what happens when cruisers finish dinner each evening.

21 April 2010

Fallen Jerusalem and Virgin Gorda Yacht Harbor BVI Day 6/10

We got up early this morning to beat everyone to the Baths on Virgin Gorda. We were up at 6:20 and underway before 7am. With a southwesterly blowing, we were able to make the Baths within an hour. Unfortunately, all the moorings were taken!

We decided to head west to the next little island, Fallen Jerusalem, where one of the cru
ising guides listed a small cove with two moorings. We arrived to find one of the mooring balls had its line cut, and the other was suspicious - just a line with a small float and no ball. We tied off to the line.

The seas were light, and with wind out of the south there was not much pressure on the mooring, so we thought we'd be ok to leave the boat and go ashore, but we were worried about why the line had been cut from the other mooring. I tied a stern line and took it over to the mooring ball, which would keep us straight in line with the wind, and thereby reduce any extra stress on the primary mooring line while I ran to shore to take a few pictures.

When I reached the mooring ball I realized that the line out
of the top wasn't cut - it was backspliced so it was only about 8 inches long. No problem, I tied to it with a sheetbend. Of course, I make this sound very simple and seaman-like, but Noel was shooting video and that will tell the truth. Which is that the stern line didn't quite reach the mooring ball unless I could pull the boat's stern closer. And the only thing I had to pull with was the little outboard on the dinghy. And as it turns out, the dinghy doesn't tow things very well.

As I pulled, the dinghy would inevitably wind up spinning a circle at some point, which had the comic effect of nearly drawing and quartering me several times as I struggled to keep one hand on the mooring ball, one hand on the stern line, and the other hand controlling the outboard. Hopefully the video will tell the tale, I'm sure it was very amusing. But I conquered in the end, and managed to secure a stern line.

Then I went up front to take a look at the primary mooring line, and noticed a large knot of sorts under the water. I pulled it up and found an unintelligible mess of knots. Through the algae and other marine life growing on it it appeared that a knot had been tied between to lines with eye splices in them. Since I couldn't recognize the knot, I didn't trust it. So I ran another bow line to connect to the line below the knot with another sheetbend.

Back on the boat, we weren't completely confident of our mooring, obviously this was not the way to secure the boat. But the cove was beautiful, and so we decided to just stay briefly. To make sure the boat was safe, my wife stayed on board while I took the dinghy to the beach for a few quick pictures. The cruising guide Conch gave us listed this as a picturesque stop in settled conditions, I'll have to ask them if the moorings have been fixed on our next trip, because I'd like to spend a couple hours exploring here.

Beach landing a dinghy in the surf - especially on a deserted Caribbean isle - makes one feel an awful lot like a conquistador. The trick is to watch the coral and rocks carefully so you don't hit the prop on them, and time the surf so you can throttle the dinghy just in time to catch an inbound wave, then while you surf in, hurry and shut the outboard off and swing it up so the propeller doesn't hit the coral and so the impeller doesn't suck up any sand. Very exciting.

I tied her off to a large rock and started climbing up the rocks along the s
hore. I carried the camera in a Ziploc bag, and when I turned to look at the cove, I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. It was like a screen saver. I took several pictures, vowing to return on our next trip with some more lines that could be used to run lines to the rocks on shore to better secure the boat when anchored in this cove.

Getting the dinghy back into the water was much simpler, I could see the bottom more clearly and found a small channel, just wide enough for the dinghy. I pushed it to ride on an outbound wave, hopped aboard, put the outboard in the water and fired her up. The dinghy is a Tohatsu, same make as the outboard on our Catalina 25. Great little engines.

Our plan had been to visit the Baths in the morning, then head to Jost Van Dyke by evening. That was clearly not going to happen now. We either had to head for Jost and skip the Baths, or revise our plans. We had heard so much about the Baths, we decided we better not miss them. So we motored over to the Baths and waited about 20 minutes for a mooring to open up. None did.

We then headed up to Yacht Harbor and Spanishtown to do some laundry and decided we will get up at 5am tomorrow to be first at the Baths. That sounds early, but its light so early here it really doesn't seem like its early in the morning (it gets dark early too, so we are usually going to bed by 9.)

Yacht Harbor is not a very touristy destination. It feels too much like a serious marina. There are lots of services ashore, you can get anything you need. There's a large haulout and dry storage business here, which makes me wish I were buying a boat to keep here.

Winds are supposed to shift to easterly tomorrow, and then back to northeasterly by Friday. This is good news for a run to Jost Van Dyke. We should be running down the channel tomorrow and then beam reaching up to Jost in the afternoon.

It seems like we've been close hauled or most of our sailing on this trip. No complaints, the Beneteau really points well and high, but I'd like an excuse to let the sails out and not have to tend the trimming so closely. When I'm close hauled, I always feel like I have to stay as tight to the wind as I can, making 1-2 degree corrections as necessary to sail as high as I can reasonably keep good speed.

One note on the lazy jacks on this boat. The top of the jacks are run through holes in the spreaders about 12 inches out from the mast. This gives a little more room for the main to be raised without the battens catching in the lazy jacks. Nice setup.

Its very humid here. The first part of the trip the humidity was not this high, but some system has settled in, and I feel like showering 3 times a day. And short of plugging an IV in, there's just no possible way to drink enough water.

Speaking of water, we are adding 2-3 bags of ice each day. 2 for the fridge and one for the cooler. Ice making is definitely the business to invest in down here. Although, I am a little concerned that with all the ice the charter boats melt through down here, the Caribbean might actually end up being desalinated within a year or two.

20 April 2010

North Sound to Marina Cay and Trellis Bay, BVI Day 5/10

This morning we took the Dinghy over to Bitter End Yacht Club and Saba Rock to pick up yacht burgees from each place. We've decided to start collecting them from the places we go. As we prepared to leave we were waiting for the fuel dock to clear so we could top off the diesel. There were 3 boats in front of us, so we decided to make for Yacht Harbor on the southern end of Virgin Gorda and refuel there.

I was a little worried about our fuel supply because we had run the engine for several hours on the trip, but based on what Conch's checkout person said during the briefing, we should have plenty of fuel in reserve. And in a 36 foot boat, I could always sail to the destination, then harness the dinghy up behind the boat to p
ower it into a fuel dock if we ran out at the last minute.

We cleared the North Sound and headed west around the end of the island. The winds had all shifted now, the weather report said they'd come from the southeast, but these were coming from the southwest. The previous day as we sailed around the north end of Virgin Gorda I'd noticed that the winds shifted several times as they came around the hills and different islands, so I hoped the wind would improve. Here is a map of the trip created with my Spot Satellite Messenger. You can turn on labels and zoom in/out to reference the island names.

I assumed I must be in a wind shadow of Virgin Gorda, so I let the sails out a little and decided to head out to Seal Dog Islands before pointing into the wind and heading up to Yacht Harbor. Unfortunately, the wind was straight out of the southwest, coming directly out of Yacht Harbor. This meant a very long day of tacking into the wind, which would be made longer by Virgin Gorda's wind shadow. Or, a plan B.

I ran down to look at the charts, and decided to make for Marina Cay and Trellis Bay, saving the Baths and Yacht Harbor for another day. Marina Cay was several miles ahead, but I could almost get there on my current point of sail. So we tightened up the sails and ran as upwind as we could.

There were two more boats headed in the same general direction - an Island Packet 40+ and a Moorings charter boat. The charter boat tried tacking upwind too early and showed very poor sail trim. The Island Packet was a private boat, and was skippered flawlessly.

Once we got all the way over to the bay north of Scrub Island, it was time to start tacking upwind to get around to Marina Cay. The Island Packet was two tacks ahead of me, and we'd passed the Moorings boat (a 40 footer) several miles back. The Moorings boat again tacked too early, and floundered a little in the lee of the Dogs.

Just then I thought I remembered there was another entrance to Marina Cay from the North. So I set the autopilot and ran do to look at the charts. One of the cruising guides described the cut between Camanoe and Scrub Island, mentioning that it was possible to motor through. So we decided to head into the bay and over to the cut. This would save us an hour or more of tacking. I was a little worried heading into the bay because I could not see the cut. But soon two boats came in directly from the north and into the cut.

At Deadman's Point we dropped sails and raised the iron genny. I was a little nervous about seeing the reefs through the cut, because the cruising guide said to do the passage in good visibility. Turned out I had nothing to worry about, the passage was fairly easy to see, and the reefs were clearly visible outside the channel.

When we dropped sails, we also set the docking lines and fenders for the fuel dock on Marina Cay. Arriving in the mooring field, a boat was just leaving the fuel dock, so we were able to get right in. We'd used 20 gallons of water, and only FIVE gallons of diesel! I was really surprised it was so little diesel. Even around the fueling dock, the water was a gorgeous, translucent blue. After fueling we stood on the dock and looked in the water, seeing straight to the bottom in 15 feet of water. There were dozens of little fish swimming all around.

Marina Cay looked like a nice place to stay, but we decided to head over to Trellis Bay because I was worried that the southe
rly winds might make Marina Cay a little rolly. And I had read about the shops and interesting local culture on the shores at Trellis Bay and wanted to check it out. So we motored across the channel to Trellis Bay.

Trellis Bay is a very peac
eful anchorage with many, many moorings around. Several of the boats had 'For Sale' signs on them. I always have to remind myself that I do not have enough PTO at work to make a boat down here a worthwhile investment. Well, that and the fact that I can't afford one. But it feels better to blame it on paltry vacation time.

The sun was out, and the water so clear you could see straight to the bottom in about 12 feet of water. We slipped past the moored boats and found a mooring ball closer to the beach, so we'd have shorter trips in the dinghy. As soon as we were secured, I grabbed my mask and fins and dove overboard for a short snorkeling trip. I was a little disappointed by the amount of trash I saw on the bottom. It was definitely still a marine environment (I chased a puffer fish for a while), and the water was clear, but there were a number of beer cans, etc. on the bottom. Cleaning the bottom of Trellis Bay would be a great Eagle Scout service project.

We went in to shore and tied up the dinghy at de Loose Mongoose's dinghy dock. De Loose Mongoose is a beachside bar and restaurant. Great tplace to unwind for the evening. We ate in the screened-in porch of the little restaurant, the food was simple and good. The Mongoose was introduced to the islands to rid it of snakes (good move). We saw several mongoose diving into their tunnels as we walked along the trees by the shore.

The businesses along the shore of Trellis Bay are not the refined business we saw in other bays. These have a definite local flair and charm to them. Lots of old boats in various states of disrepair were interspersed through the trees. As we passed each one I wondered about the arrival of each on shore. Who owned her? What plans and hopes were tied up in her? And was anyone really crazy enough to take these out on the open water?

Aragorn, a local artist, has had his hand in so many interesting things along the shores. Giant metal balls that are filled with firewood and lit during the monthly full moon parties, huge brightly colored hammocks that would fit 10 people in them, tables built around and through the trees, and several quaint buildings selling his pottery, painting, and sculptures. There were several dogs and roosters running around, and lots of local kids who belong to the store owners and employees.

Trellis Bay is next to the Beef Island airport, and is within easy walking distance. If I ever had to pick up a guest arriving late, I would have them walk to Trellis Bay from the airport. What a great introduction to island life! Walk out of the airport, turn west and walk along a little road for a couple hundred yards to the ocean.

As we walked along the shore
, we could see a few stingrays gliding by in a couple of inches of water. Rays are very graceful, and look very fragile as they silently skim along.

A storm blew over while we were getting in the dinghy, and it was raining pretty hard by the time we got back to the boat. We hurried and closed any of the open ports, and then stood in the cabin under the bimini watching the rain fall. Enough rain fell that the salt was washed off the top of the boat, so it saved me some work!

After the rain, I noticed one of the nearby boats deploying their air scoops above the hatches. The air scoop is a large nylon tunnel that catches more of the breeze and sends it into the boat through the hatches. I had never seen this kind, and wasn't sure how it worked. But after watching the neighbor, it all made sense.

We wanted to go and look at Pusser's store over at Marina Cay, and didn't feel like a trip across the channel in the dinghy. So we called over there and found out there was a free shuttle. We took the shuttle over and looked around the store and the island. We also asked about mooring there, but they had all been taken. Pusser's store had a good selection of souvenirs, most of which were pirate-themed or nautically-themed. Pusser's is right next to the fuel dock and Marina Cay mooring field.

Marina cay is a nice stop. There's snorkeling south of the cay, and full services on the island (fuel, water, ice, laundry, restaurants). There's also a telephone booth on the fuel dock with a webcam that snaps a picture every 15 seconds. If you go online to Pusser's website, you can see the pictures taken. You can also call home from the phone booth, and let them see you standing there while you talk.

19 April 2010

Sailing from Tortola to Bitter End Yacht Club, Day 4/10

My wife was really sunburned yesterday, so we decided to delay visiting the Baths. Instead we set out early for the Bitter End Yacht Club in the North Sound of Virgin Gorda. Winds were 15-20 mph this morning, so we motored out of Maya Cove, and when we were about a half mile out from the tip of Beef island, we raised sails.

Northeast winds meant we could sail close-hauled all the way up the gangway to Virgin Gorda's Mountain Point. There were only a few other boats out this morning because we got an early start. (I had set my alarm for 6:20am, but was awake earlier.) We decided to put off breakfast until we arrived. It was a very exciting sail, we were frequently doing over 7 knots and occasionally putting the rail under.

I have to admit, I was a little envious of the catamarans we saw out there, that weren't heeled over with their crews hanging on for safety's sake. It was good though, I think I can talk my wife into the ASA Catamaran course now. I'm going to ask at Conch whether the course is necessary though. It seems like sailing a 40' catamaran really wouldn't be that different from a monohull. Maybe there's something I'm missing.

I raced a large trimaran much of the way up the sound. He was motoring under bare poles towards the Baths or Yacht Harbor on Virgin Gorda. With our full sheets to the wind he was barely out racing us. I want to get a video camera on the portholes along the hull in the main salon so people can see what its like to be sailing along when the portholes dunk under the waves occasionally. It's beautiful when the boat is in about 40 feet of water because you can see the reefs and fish down below. I can see it from the cockpit and its quite impressive. Of course, when the boat is heeled over that much, I don't have much time to come down and mess around with the camera.

My wife slept must of the way up the gangway, with one arm threaded around the bimini frame to keep from sliding off the cockpit bench. She wanted to go sleep down below, however that would leave me single-handing, and if I were to fall off no one would be able to rescue me, and no one would wake her up before running full steam into Virgin Gorda.

Christopher Columbus named this island Virgin Gorda (literally, "fat lady") because they thought its outline looked like a fat lady lying the sea. Noel and I agreed we couldn't see the resemblance, however to a ship full of guys sailing all the way from Spain, I suppose things looked very different.

Once we reached Mountain Point, I decided to drop sails and motor up to Mosquito Rock. I needed a few minutes to duck below and check the charts for the North Sound Passage past Colquohoon Reef, and I couldn't do that safely under full sails.

uito Island is actually Moskito Island, named for the Indians of the same name. On that note, we really haven't seen any bug problems down here, which is very nice. We do see bugs ashore, but only rarely, and they are usually bees or otherwise predisposed with the flowers.

As we neared Moskito Rock (a small rock outcropping north of Moskito Island), I saw a large cruise ship coming up behind us. I thought he might be heading into the North Sound, so I fell off and made a couple of big circles in the water outside of the passage so he'd know my intention of waiting for him. He passed in front of the opening to the sound, leaving every sailboat in the channel very confused. The boats scattered to either side of the channel, and then finally the cruise ship just dropped anchor outside the channel.

So we continued into the North Sound, headed for either Saba Rock or the Bitter End Yacht Club. There were more moorings available at the Bitter End, so we headed into the mooring field and picked up mooring #2 close to shore, out of the wind. By this time, we were exhausted after a long sail, no breakfast, and hanging onto the heeling boat all morning. It was about 10am, and we'd been on the boat and in the water non-stop since Saturday morning. So we took showers aboard, put on our best smelling clothes, and dinghied over to the Yacht Club.

The Bitter End Yacht Club is gorgeous. It's like walking around a Disney Land set for Pirates of the Caribbean, only this is the real thing. There are palm trees everywhere, the little huts along the beach house a quartermaster's store, a couple of gift shops, and a few restaurants. We picked up some supplies (aloe vera for the sunburn and some SPF 50 Million for the rest of the trip. Then we went over and ate the buffet lunch. It was way overpriced, but hey, its all about the location.

The fare was very light foods - vegetables and seafood. Excellent for a hot day. Crab salad, mahi mahi, cheeses, tropical fruit, lots and lots of glasses of cold ice water. We strolled up the waterfront and spent a half an hour crashed in a hammock at the edge of the water, watching Mes Anges swing peacefully on her mooring. We stopped by the Quarter Deck on the way back to pick up a couple bags of ice for our fridge and the cooler, then dinghied back to the boat.

The wind is slight this close to the island, so we're running the fans for the first time this trip. Most of the time the temperature is perfect. When the temperature hits mid 80's in the afternoon, we just open the hatches to let the breeze blow through. Most of the hatches open forward, and the boats swings bow-to-wind on anchor. The hatches then scoop a fair amount of breeze through the boat all night long. I'm ready to go snorkeling in Eustacia Sound, but I think it will be a while before Noel's sunburn is up to that!

A few years ago I wondered why anyone would want to sail across an ocean. Then about a year ago I thought I could understand that desire. Now, after three days of constant sailing, I realize that the only way I could pull that off would be on something b
igger and more stable than a 36 footer. Its an easy size to sail, but if I were to spend days heeled over through the trades, I'd sure like a bigger boat or a catamaran.

The last two times I went to drop the main, I had to go up to the mast and pull her down the last 15 feet by hand. There is no downhaul for the main, so I am going to see if the onboard toolkit has some dry lubricant I can spray on the sail slugs before I forget.

For dinner, we took the dinghy over to Saba Rock. There's something very nautical about a restaurant that is only accessible to sailors in their dinghies. We got a table out along the dinghy dock, and enjoyed the view as the sun set and night fell. At night, there are several underwater spotlights along the dinghy dock that attract fish. The show is incredible, as large fish (2-3 feet long) swim by the lights, looking for smaller fish to eat.
Saba Rock was my favorite place to eat on this trip. We arrived at dusk, ordered dinner, and relaxed as night fell over North Sound.

With a forest of masts out in the mooring fields around Saba Rock and Bitter End yacht Club, the view is really magical with all the mast lights lighting the sky like stars. Looking across to Bitter End Yacht Club, we could see the lighted palm trees and hear a band playing at the restaurant along the shore. I'd like to spend more time here, maybe two full days next time.

Because of the sunburn we didn't get to go snorkeling in Eustacia Sound, around the corner from Saba Rock. There is a place there where old pirate canons are encrusted in the reef in about 10 feet of water. I'd really like to see those.

Above Bitter End Yacht Club is a point with visibility out to Anegada. Anegada is Spanish for "drowned", a reference to the hundreds of ships wrecked there over the centuries. Anegada is surrounded by difficult-to-navigate reefs (especially in a square rigger without a gps), so the pirates would sit on the hill where Bitter End Yacht Club now stands, and watch for cargo-laden merchant ships to run aground near Anegada, then head over at their leisure to pick up the booty.