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Atlantic Crossing

Day four of an offshore passage seems to be the day when time and distance finally drift to the background. The journey becomes the focus not the landfall. During the first few days of a passage, I am constantly thinking about boat speed, distance covered, and the number of days still required to achieve the destination. This obsession takes me away from the enjoyment of the activities and observations of the passage itself. By the fourth day of a passage, the body has acclimated to the motion of the sea. Sleep patterns have been established, adjusting to the disruption of the three hour night watch that breaks into the peace of uninterrupted sleep that we enjoy while in port. I am finally settling into the journey and becoming reflective of the present. I am living in the moment. Listening to the whispers of the boat in harmony with the environment. Watching the sea and the sails.

A beautiful day for a sail in the middle of the Atlantic in June

Like many similar undertakings, preparing and getting underway for an offshore passage seems like an endless task in itself. We make lists of tasks that need to be completed. I often realize half way through the day that I am doing things that are necessary but not even on the list! The list seems never complete. Other lists highlight supplies that we need to find locally or order from afar. We often describe the efforts to find unique items locally in foreign ports as “easter egg hunts”. This is especially true for marine parts or specialty hardware items. As the departure date approaches, the window to order parts from afar quickly closes and the “easter egg hunts” become even more urgent.

As departure date approaches, the sense of inertia begins to build. “Will we ever get this boat moving again” becomes the sentiment. Anxiety seems to creep into decision making and conversations become more terse and strained. Are we prepared; will we see bad weather; will we have gear failures. These thoughts contribute to the building anxiety.

Finally, it is time to go. There will be a few things on the list undone. A standing joke among sailors is that there are always people who feel they need to finish just “one more spice rack” before the boat is ready. These people never seem to leave port and if they do, they don’t get very far before “the list” drives them back into port. There will always be tasks on the list to complete. Only safety related and critical repairs should keep the vessel in port.

Raising the anchor breaks the inertia and the passage begins. Anxieties remain for the first few hours until the boat is finally at sea and sails are set and trimmed for the sea conditions. The self-steering is engaged so the boat is sailing herself. It is time to settle into the passage, get in tune with the sea – ride the boat. When conditions are perfect, it is easy to feel like a passenger. The boat and the wind are in command.

Pre-departure anxieties have faded but new concerns become the focus of planning and thinking. Wind strength and direction, sea state, squalls, and currents dominate our thoughts. We have multiple ways to learn about weather. Before departure when we still have wifi, we download forecast data from the internet into our favorite applications. My latest favorite is Predict Wind Offshore. I download new grib files every 12 hours or so and study the wind and gust images for time windows out to 14 days. It is surprising how much the images change every few days. The forecasts are based on complex models developed and maintained by US and European governments. The model accuracy fades quickly too far into the future. This dense, pre-departure data helps determine a departure day but is only available at sea for those with expensive satellite data systems. Our other primary source for both pre-departure and post-departure information is the SSB radio broadcasts with our weather service provider, Chris Parker. Chris provides forecast overviews as well as custom forecasts for a boats position, course, speed, and destination. While at sea we attempt to talk with Chris each evening to obtain a forecast for the immediate and near-term future.

Radio schedules are events that add routine to life offshore. We typically participate in three types of radio nets. There is the Chris Parker weather net in both the morning and evenings. Sometimes we just listen to other boats conversations with Chris. Other times since we are a “subscribing vessel” we speak with Chris Parker directly. We give him our position and he provides a custom forecast for our experience over the next few days. We have found that other cruisers sometimes track our progress via these discussions. Several years ago we made an unscheduled stop in Ile-a-Vache Haiti. A cruiser anchored there welcomed us and said that he had been expecting us based on our radio discussions with Chris!

The other radio nets that we enjoy are position reporting and social nets. These tend to blend together. Both the Ocean Cruising Club and the Seven Seas Cruising Association organize position reporting nets for vessels in the Caribbean and Atlantic waters. During our recent passage between USVI-Bermuda-Azores, we participated in a seasonal net hosted by the SSCA entitled The Transatlantic Safety and Security Net. We checked-in each day at 2130 UTC and reported our position. We enjoyed hearing about the positions of other vessels also crossing the Atlantic with us. We were a group of 9 boats spanning 500 miles of ocean all heading to the Azores. Once we arrived in Horta we were already old friends.

Meals and snacking also adds routine to the passage. The evening meal seems to be the best time for the crew to gather in the cockpit for some together time. The weather often dictates the complexity of the meal. During rough weather meals are more simple and easier to prepare for the cook. During settled weather, cravings tend to inspire us to prepare more elaborate meals. Snacking also becomes an event. For me, I enjoy preparing a special snack for my night watch. It becomes a ritual that I look forward to and helps wake me up and settle into my duties through the night. Everyone aboard seems to have their own version of “comfort food”. It is important to make sure this is part of provisioning.

In this time of low cost satellite-based communication devices, it is possible to keep in touch with loved-ones and friends while offshore. We use a Garmin inReach device as our primary link to folks ashore as well as those afloat. The unlimited texting feature allows us to have casual communication with friends and family while also providing the security of emergency SOS contact. We often banter with friends and family throughout our passages. Folks ashore find the messages that also contain latitude and longitude position as a way to join us vicariously on our passage. We find that many other cruising vessels also have inReach type devices so we also communicate to these friends without wondering if they are in port or at sea because no cell service is required for them to receive our messages.

As the days pass on an offshore passage. The calendar is forgotten, and life is in sync with the rhythms of day and night and of course the weather. Days seem to pass quickly as the routines of the day seem to click off – cooking, eating, napping, reading, sail handling, maintenance, and more napping. The night time watch becomes something to look forward to instead of a burden. Since we do a one-man watch, this is the time for solitude and star gazing.

The sea offers opportunities to experience wildlife like no other setting. On our recent passage from Bermuda to the Azores, we spotted whales on two occasions. We watched for whales spouting, whales basking, and were rewarded with several breaching whales. Birds were also constant companions. Shearwaters are common in mid-ocean. They can be seen during calms as well as gales as if weather is not relevant to their comfort. And then of course there are the dolphins. At sea we frequently are befriended by pods of dolphin who visit us throughout the day. They dash in directly to the boat, swim under our bow for a few minutes and then dash off as quickly as they arrived.

 

 

Sperm whales greet us as we approach Horta

Weather becomes an event to add variety to the days at sea. Brisk wind drives the boat faster and the speed and motion makes cooking, sleeping, and moving about more challenging. It is also exhilarating to spend time in the cockpit enjoying the spectacle of the waves and the way the boat moves in harmony in this new terrain. Settled weather always follows the rough weather. These more settled days are welcome and offer a chance to catch up on sleep, dry out wet clothing and prepare meals in a quiet galley. Trade wind sailing is wonderful for its consistency, but there is also something nice about the variety of rough weather and calms that are found in the higher latitudes. Weather is not to be feared but understood. Without the weather, there would be no journey to experience.

 

Sunset over a calm sea in the middle of the Atlantic

 

Raising the Q flag

 

Boats line the wall in Horta, Azores

Arrival at the end of a successful passage is a triumphant event! It marks the achievement of a unique experience that is becoming increasingly rare in our world of technology, connectivity, and refined comforts. Sailing small boats long distances has never been safer with the equipment, navigation, and communication available to sailors today. The offshore passage, however, is still a unique adventure where a person is able to step into an environment unchanged for thousands of years and experience the sea in much the same way as the sailors from the past. The journey is the experience, not just the destination.

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Meeting Liz

Liz

Prepping for sailing across the Atlantic seemed daunting. Was Alembic ready? Were we ready? You can have adverse weather or boat problems in any harbor or sea, but we wanted to be ready to be completely self sufficient for a month, even though the longest passage, Bermuda to Açores would probably only take fifteen days. One concern was that we may need a third person if either Bill or I were to become fatigued, injured, or seasick.
After many emails and Skype visits, we decided that Liz seemed the best fit. We invited her to sail with us for a week to try it out. She would fly into St Martin and depart from St Thomas, giving her a chance to experience Alembic at sea as well as in harbors.
When Liz arrived, we barely gave her a chance to get to know us or Alembic before leaving the calm lagoon and sailing two hours to Anguilla. Here we anchored in a very rolly anchorage for ten hours and tried to sleep before a 3am departure for the Virgin Islands. Knowing that the trip would take about 14 hours, we left early enough to ensure a daylight arrival. This was quite a test for Liz. The wind was perfect but we had a huge swell coming from storms well to our north. Even though this was a rough ride, Liz remained eager to continue. First test: Passed!

Sweet Bonnie came for dinner too

Johnny always has words of wisdom

Coming around Virgin Gorda was a sweet ending to our tiring day. Here we found calm water and Planet Waves! A few minutes after anchoring, we invited Johnny and Shelley to join us on Alembic for a dinner. Of course, Bonnie was invited as well.

Helen climbing at the Baths

Marina Cay under reconstruction

Mt Abram Love at Foxy’s

More New England visitors at Foxy’s

A church needing mending

Soper’s Hole

Pusser’s is about to reopen

The famous Willy T

The rest of Liz’s week was much calmer as we sailed around the BVI’s, visiting places we all had enjoyed previously with our families. First we sailed to Spanish Town to clear into customs, then on to the Baths, Marina Cay, Scrub Cay, Jost Van Dyke, Soper’s Hole, Nanny Cay, Cow Bay, Normans, Maho, Caneel, and Red Hook. Saddened by the constant evidence of devastation from Hurricane Irma, we managed to have a lot of fun and were grateful to these communities who are working hard to rebuild. Patronizing the shops and restaurants is what they need most right now, so we did just that!

Liz enjoys the snorkeling at Normans

The sunsets are still as gorgeous as ever

Cruz Bay with Liz

Another fun outing with Johnny and Shelley of Planet Waves

Liz headed for the airport eager to return in a month for a much bigger adventure!

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Projects in Saint Martin

We had a few days between Cay and George’s departure and Liz’s arrival. While we at times felt overwhelmed with the projects we wanted to do on Alembic, surveying our neighbors’ vessels put everything into perspective. We were doing preventative maintenance and boat improvements, while so many other folks were facing far larger tasks.

We removed the wedges, off to the right, and poured Spar Tite to keep the mast steady

Rudder Post looks great

Spreader Boots on the Mizzen Mast

Bill and I had heavy hearts when we dinghied around the lagoon and witnessed the devastation of so many boats and land structures. People had thought this landlocked lagoon would provide protection from the storms, but Hurricane Irma could not to be tamed by mountains or seawalls. Winds of almost 200 miles per hour slammed the island and in the next two weeks Hurricanes Jose and Maria dumped heavy rains on all the damage. Many people are still waiting to see what insurance is available. Huge amounts of debris, on land and in the lagoon, still sits untouched.

Mud and barnacle encrusted boat

Ironic names: Silent Dream and Wild Woman

Half Gone

Schooner pile up

More sad situations

Mega Yachts are not immune to tragedy

All roofs and masts are gone

Lost Dreams

Hearing the stories of the locals was moving. Everyone was affected. Neighbors were helping neighbors, schools had resumed, businesses were being rebuilt. But some folks were simply giving up. Those with money could walk away and start again here or elsewhere, leaving their ruined properties where they lay.
One woman, Leandra, lost her family restaurant and found out that the insurance didn’t exist after all. With her husband, two year old, and baby on the way, she made the best of it and started a wonderful business selling food and drinks on the beach! Leandra was full of positivity and hope for her beloved island.

Leandra is starting over on the beach

Alembic sits among the destruction and we are so very grateful for all we have.

Alembic sits in the lagoon, ready for anything.

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Mast Chocks – Traditional vs Technical

Like many construction features on a sailboat, there is more than one way to support a keel stepped mast at the deck collar and seal this opening from rain or seawater. In the past 6 months we have chocked our mast 2 different times with two different techniques. First we used the more traditional approach using hardwood wedges for chocking and a mast boot to seal out water. Most recently we used the Spartite polymer “cast in place” mast chock and sealing ring.

Our boat is a 1981 Whitby 42 center cockpit ketch. The main mast is keel stepped passing through a robust fiberglass deck collar on the cabin top. We sailed over 10,000 miles with the hardwood wedges that were in place when we purchased the boat. They were likely quite old as many of them were splintered on the ends from being hammered into place over many years of mast installation and removal. Since the boat was based in Maine, this was done each winter for storage on the hard.

Last Spring, near the end of a particularly lively 3 day passage from Belize to Florida, I noticed a creaking noise coming from the area of the mast collar. Unfortunately, our mast passes through the deck into a box shielding the mast from the interior. A quick inspection of the mast chocks is not possible because the top of the chocks are covered by a mast boot that is not easily removed and the bottom side is inside the mast box. There is a floor to ceiling panel of the mast box that can be opened by removing about a dozen screws. To better troubleshoot the creaking sound at the mast, I opened this panel and discovered that one of the hardwood wedge mast chocks had fallen through the opening allowing all the other chocks to loosen and the mast was beginning to move within the mast collar. As you can imagine, this condition could be particularly dicey on a long offshore passage. As a quick remedy, I reinstalled the mast chock that had fallen out of place and tightened all the chocks with a rubber mallet. I re-used the mast boot that was in place but noted that the water tightness was likely compromised.

Before departing Maine in the Fall of 2017 for our trip to the Eastern Caribbean, I rebuilt the mast chock to assure that it would be robust for our planned offshore passage. I was able to purchase a half dozen new hardwood wedges from the Landing Wooden Boat School in Rockland, Maine. I also needed to replace the sealing material used for the mast boot. When we purchased the boat, the mast boot was a two piece construction. The inner layer was a soft, sticky black membrane material similar to ice and water shield used in home construction. This material was reusable to a degree but after years of manipulation, had developed a few holes. This layer was wrapped around the mast and secured top and bottom with giant hose clamps. The outer layer was a vinyl covering that wrapped around the mast and deck collar and was closed with Velcro. I could not find the exact membrane material but I realized from my construction experience that Vicor window and door flashing was very similar and likely a fraction of the cost.

Traditional wood wedges supporting the mast

Grace Vicor window flashing makes a great sealing barrier for a mast boot. A white vinyl boot covers this for aesthetics.

With the new materials in hand, I disassembled the mast chock in Rockland Harbor and reassembled with the new wedges and sealing material. Overall, I was pleased with the outcome but not fully convinced all our problems would be solved. The new sealing material looked great so I was not concerned with leaks. The bigger issue with the wedges I used is that they could still fall down into the deck collar if they loosened up over time. A better arrangement with wooden mast chocks is to cut them in a way that the top of the wedge has a lip that will stop the wedge from falling too far down into the collar. This requires custom cutting each wedge after measuring the gap between the mast and collar. The wedge must be cut so that it wedges in firmly without bottoming out on the lip at the head of the chock. I did not have the time or the resources to custom cut wedges so I buttoned up the project with the less than optimal wedges and headed south.

At the Annapolis boat show, I revisited the project by chatting with the many riggers with booths at the boat show. After several good discussions I decided that a Spartite mast chock was a great alternative to traditional wooden chocking. The Spartite Mast Wedge Replacement System comes in two sizes, small and large. For our mast, I purchased the large kit. I did not get a chance to install the Spartite mast chock before heading south, so the kit stayed in storage until we found a good spot to complete the project. One of the things recommended for installation is that you have a calm anchorage so that the mast is not swinging with wakes and surge. We found just the spot in the lagoon in St Martin.

The first step in the process is to remove all of the existing chocks. I was worried that my mast might move within the deck collar when I did this. I was pleasantly surprised that my mast moved less than 2mm when I removed all of the chocks. I left all the rigging tight in spite of the recommendation in the instructions to loosen rigging.

The Spartite kit includes all items required to complete the project except for standard masking tape. The Spartite mast chock is cast in place using a 2 part polymer compound. To create the form to pour the liquid into, you need to first create a dam within the deck collar to form the bottom of the chock. At the top you also create a circular form of masking tape to create the top lip of the chock. The Spartite kit includes foam insulation and modeling clay to pack between the mast and the deck collar to form the bottom dam. Standard 2” masking tape is used for the top form. Once the forms are complete a very important step is to apply the Vasaline supplied to the inside of the deck collar. The Vasaline is used as a mold release so that the polyurethane chock does not bond to the inside of the deck collar. It is absolutely necessary to have this mold release so that when the mast is removed at a later date, the polymer chock comes out of the deck collar. As an option, it is also recommended to coat the mast so that the polymer chock may be slide up the mast after the mast is removed. Once the forms are in place and the Vasaline applied, the last step is easy. The kit includes 2 mixing buckets and pre-measured cans of the 2 part polyurethane compound. You simply mix the two parts together and then pour the liquid into the form around the mast. The material hardens quickly and within a few hours it is firm although the center remains curing for a couple of days. The instructions recommend not sailing for a couple of days to assure the material is fully hardened.

Based on our experience, we would strongly recommend the Spartite solution. It is simple to complete and the result is a mast chock that will not loosen in rough conditions. It is also completely watertight. No mast boot is required for sealing purposes. We fabricated a canvas mast boot for cosmetic purposes.

Masking tape creates the top of the form with modeling clay sealing the bottom

 

Modeling clay between deck collar and mast creates a seal so that polymer can be poured in from above

Cured polymer creates a one piece solid mast support replacing wedges

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March With Cay and George

Cay and George

March 1 was our turn around day. Time to leave our beloved Dominica and begin our slow march northwest. Cay and George were due to arrive in Antigua within a week, and we wanted to make a few stops before arriving there. Besides, the winds were picking up, which would make this anchorage untenable.

Iles Des Saintes, a group of islands at the southern end of Guadeloupe, just 20 miles north, was a special place for us and our first planned stop. Our arrival port from the US, a magnificently beautiful harbor, delicious French food, and a relaxed community all called us to stop one more time. Unfortunately, other sailors also love this port, and they had managed to pick up every mooring available in all of the Saintes. Anchoring was an option, but trying to dinghy to shore in the wild winds from the remote designated anchoring areas would be crazy, so we sailed on by, sadly.

At sundown and twenty miles further north, we found a sweet cove, Petite Anse, to drop the anchor for the night. The next morning, we sailed the remaining five miles to Pigeon Island. Here, we tried to clear customs, into Guadeloupe, but there was no office to do so. Searching for the customs office, we found a great grocery store, Carrefour, and loaded up with 6 bags of French delights. With our pantries full, we dinghied over to the Nature Reserve which is always teeming with fish, to fill our hearts with one last excellent snorkel experience.

Early the next morning we set off to sail 50 miles north to Antigua. The wild winds had died, forcing us to motor the whole way. Alembic has proven to be an excellent motor sailor, I’m ashamed to admit. Arriving in Falmouth harbor felt so familiar, except it was filled with huge yachts at the dock. We anchored in the exact spot we had found the first time, too shallow for many boats, giving us a bit more privacy for swimming and bathing off the back deck.

Overhauling the head-just in case…

Snorkeling into another world

A few days of projects, hiking, and snorkeling the harbor entrance, went quickly and greeting Cay and George was a welcome sight. I had looked forward to exploring new places with these two adventure seekers! This was their third year of visiting us, and their time aboard Alembic always guaranteed continuous play and learning, rather than projects! Geologists by degree, both had high hopes for exploring the volcanic islands of Montserrat, Nevis, Saint Kitts, Eustatius, Saba, and St Barthelemy before finally arriving at St Martin for their return flights in two weeks.

Rowing in this across the Atlantic?

This seems too tiny

Cay and George getting heat exhaustion after leaving the cold Maine storms

Bill is used to this heat

Gorgeous cactus all over the cliffs

English Harbor Antigua

Bill’s birthday turned out to be an excellent start for our visit. Skat, a huge megayacht from Germany extended an invitation to the entire anchorage and town for a dance party on the dock. Free beer in kiddie pools of ice water, rum punch fountains cascading down ice sculptures, endless food, and a DJ encouraging dancing and ruckus all contributed to quite a wild venue. Regrettably, we were failures with costume, which was supposed to be Hippy 70’s, but the entertainment value of others’ efforts was high! Honestly though, I think I appreciated the beautiful cake Dave, a fellow cruiser, made for Bill, even more than the party!

Skat

We tried our best to dress up

Dave’s cake was delicious

After a brief overnight stop in Five Islands, Antigua, we set off for Monserrat with perfect wind conditions, hoping for a nice downwind sail. Ironically, the nor’easter that Cay and George ducked out of as they drove to the airport in Maine, chased them down here, and now the residual swell for us was huge. This was the fourth nor’easter from New England this month. Kenny, back in Maine, had been appreciating the surfing, and kept warning us: “watch out Mom and Dad, the swell is coming your way!”

Off we go

Cay, enjoying the breeze

Swells cause several problems for boaters: a roller coaster ride while sailing, seasickness, and rolly anchorages. We experienced all of these! Monserrat was crossed off the itinerary when we heard that even the large ferry from Antigua turned around, abandoning the landing due to steep swells. Our new destination was Nevis.

This rainforest is hot!

Roots provide stairs

An Iphone was accurrate at 2550 feet

At the top, 3300 feet!

Back at Charleston Nevis

The hike to the rainforest peak on Mt Nevis was challenging and lush. Luckily, the skies cooperated, moving the clinging clouds so we could experience a fabulous view. Looking for a less rolly anchorage, we tucked into Oualie Beach for the night, which proved to be slightly better than our night in Charlestown.

An adorable puppy

The puppy and the monkey frolicked endlessly

Hoping to anchor at St Kitts the next day didn’t pan out. The entire west side of the island was plagued with huge swells. Needing to clear customs, to leave Nevis/St Kitts before arriving into the next country, posed a problem that could only be solved by ducking into a working dock at the Marine Works. This involved steering through a narrow opening in a breakwater with giant swells threatening to toss Alembic on the rocks. Then a quick tie at a cement pier. Luckily, the customs office was right on site, open, and quick, all three of which are rare in our experience. How we managed to get in and out of there without damage still haunts me.

Trying to keep Alembic off the cement pier

Searching for a place to drop our anchor was challenging. Eustatius, which was 12 miles north? Carry on into the night to St Barts, which was 35 miles north? Eustatius won; I didn’t want to arrive anywhere new in the dark with these conditions. Oranji Baai, with its tiny breakwater, provided almost zero protection from the wind or swells, so we endured another loud and rolly night here. Too rough to launch the dinghy, we couldn’t come ashore to clear customs or to explore the Dutch National Park and the Quill volcano and deep crater.

Cay, hoping to climb those volcanic mountains

Sailing was nice

Eustatius was not exactly beautiful from this vantage point

With heavy hearts, missing so many excellent hikes on these ancient islands, we set off again, seeking a quiet anchorage. Gustavia, St Barts was a zoo when we arrived. The Bucket Races were about to begin, unbeknownst to us, filling the anchorage much over capacity! We picked up a mooring, illegally, in order to dinghy to shore to clear customs. Before Cay and I made it back to Alembic from Customs, Bill and George had left the mooring and were circling the inner harbor, waiting for us, also an illegal maneuver! Evaluating this crowded rolly anchorage, we dropped our anchor in a very tight spot and Bill dinghied back to customs to clear out! Thankfully, they allowed us to stay at St Barts for a few days in the remote anchorages, even after clearing out of the country.

Cay and Helen going in to clear customs

George and Cay with the very crowded anchorage behind

Tall sailing yachts for the Bucket Races

Handling sails on these raceboats takes many hands

Anse de Colombier, three miles north, was blissfully calm. Finally! A quiet night of sleep, a great snorkel spot, and access to a 4 mile hike to town. This anchorage, as well as Ile Fourchue, were perfect for watching the races and enjoying time together for a few days.

Hikiing to town

Overlooking our harbor

the closer harbor here was untenable

Enjoying a nice cold one

Goats were everywhere on our return hike

Cay the Geologist was enjoying the rocks

J Boat rounding the cliffs

Spectacular Spinnaker

Feeling we were overstaying our legal checkout grace period, we reluctantly sailed 12 miles west to St Martin. Another rolly anchorage in Simpson Baai!! This seemed to be the permanent option for us. So tired of being tired, we headed into the lagoon, to Nettle Cove on the French side of the island. Certain to have a quiet night at this spot, we put the dinghy in the water and explored the town. Next to Dominica, this was the worst we have seen of the destruction of hurricanes Irma and Maria. Resorts were closed, condos were mostly abandoned, cars were left everywhere with smashed windows, and debris littered every street. We finally found one restaurant open and went in to give them business. The few open places have almost no visitors in this ghost town. Somberly, we slalomed around the sunken boats to get back to Alembic for the night.

We were guided into the lagoon by a gentleman holding a green circle!

Wrecks

Land and sea damage

One lovely restaurant was fixed up and reopened

Determined to find a place to play more, we headed out of the lagoon early the next morning, into Marigot Bay. Here we anchored, again in swells, but left Alembic immediately to clear customs, and buy a few groceries. Back on the boat, we sailed ten miles around the north end of the island to a sweet spot, Ilet Pinel. George’s references assured us of excellent snorkeling and we were not disappointed. Here, three restaurants were destroyed in Irma and two were given permission to rebuild. One was recently reopened with the second not far behind. Progress was evident and beautiful here. A quick sail over to Ile Tintamarre the next morning offered us one more glorious snorkel and beach hike before returning into the Lagoon.

Spotted Eagle Ray

Our last day was an exploration of the island by car. Here, we discovered a hike ending at a natural jacuzzi, a beach bar making a comeback after Irma, and a wilderness restaurant with tree houses, ziplines, lounge chairs by the pool, and upbeat locals.

George didn’t like the cliff’s edge hike

The hike was well worth it at the end!

Leaving the pool, reluctantly

They are running a restaurant on the beach even though their building, electricity, and water is gone

Treehouses

Two weeks with Cay and George was packed with every emotion: catching up with dear friends’ busy lives, sharing our love and challenges of cruising, witnessing the destruction of hurricanes, and the pure joy of experiencing Caribbean offerings. We are once again grateful for each day aboard Alembic, especially when we share this experience with others.

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Dominica Has Captured My Heart

The PAYS office

Nothing prepared Bill or me for the devastation we would witness on Dominica. And nothing could have prepared us for the love and tenacity we would see bubble out of the community members on this beautiful tropical paradise.

Leveled homes and businesses were everywhere

December 5 was the arrival date in Dominica set up by Bill Balme on Toodle-oo! for the Salty Dawg members to begin their post hurricane relief efforts. Bill had arranged many meetings before we departed Norfolk VA and I expected a large group of boats to arrive. Arriving a day early, when the winds were slightly calmer, we found only two other boats in the huge harbor of Portsmouth. True to the Dominican reputation, we were greeted by a friendly PAYS (Portsmouth Association of Yacht Services) man in a colorful wooden skiff. Anthony guided us in to a perfect anchoring spot just off the PAYS dock. He offered one of the few moorings, but we assured him that our anchor was reliable and that we would save those moorings for the many boats arriving soon.

Evidence that USAID had visited

One of the other boats at anchor was a local blue steel sailboat that seemed like it could go no further, and the second was a small sailboat named Gandalf. The young French captain of Gandalf dinghied to Alembic asking for help getting his load of fifty cases of beans and noodles, donated by a food supply business in Martinique, ashore. Bill, not understanding any French, caught on to my end of the conversation and quickly jumped in our dinghy to assist Seb and Anthony with the substantial task of transporting this huge load ashore. Between Gandalf and Alembic’s dinghies and Anthony’s larger skiff, the food arrived safely on the beach to be transported by van into the hurricane ravaged mountainous regions.

This was in the center of town. Loved the women reference

Soon after our arrival, Cranstackie and Toodle-oo! arrived to anchor near us, and Northern Star arrived the next day. We had met Alastair, of Cranstackie, a few days prior, in Martinique. He and his wife were eager to assist Dominica and had already stocked up on many useful items to donate. Our group of four boats seemed small, but we managed to accomplish a long list of tasks in the next few days.

Boi and Bill getting the wall started

Bill Balme had concluded that if we help PAYS get their moorings, dock, and pavilion in shape, more boats would arrive, and more dollars would flood into this struggling community. From their emails, Jeffrey Frank, the President of PAYS, was ready for our visit and had lined up workers and materials to add to our offerings.

Small but very busy dock. Fixed.

Simultaneously, work began with snorkeling missions to assess the existing blocks, repairing the dock, and building a concrete bar in the pavilion. Locals with very specific skill sets merged seamlessly with the boaters; you would have thought we were a well organized team, trained by a skilled leader.

Jeffrey had a generator, pallets of cement blocks, bags of cement, piles of random pieces of wood and rebar, shovels, buckets, and a wheelbarrow. We brought a circular saw, hand saws, boxes of nails, levels, string, trowels, and hammers.

Monty making us lunch

Lunch: Jeffrey, Anthony, Bill, Alvin, Eddison, Roosevelt, Boi, Monty

The guys take a break while I do light work of leveling with the trowel

Carl and Ardys of Northern Star making old boards useable again

Leaders sprung up for every task. Daniel was the cement mixer, Boi was the mason, Roosevelt was the carpenter, Monty was the chef, and Anthony was the strong guy who was willing to do anything. This work crew supported the pavilion work, while Eddison organized van excursions, Paul was our driver, and Alvin was our tour guide up the river, along with his famous father, Albert. Other locals hung around too, offering to help with the many details. Sharing a meal with them made it all feel like family.

Gathering the donations from all the boats

Behan donated these gorgeous art supplies

Dancing with the school kids

Alastair and Alita at the hospital

Rough Shape

One day, while Bill continued with construction, Alastair from Cranstackie, Ardys from Northern Star, and I visited a local school and a hospital to bring some of the supplies we had collected. Here we learned about more of the challenges of the community. Neither had any internet yet, two and a half months after hurricane Maria, and both still had not repaired structural and equipment damages. Dr Jeffrey, head of the hospital reiterated that they have received many offerings of small items: water, bandages, meds, and sheets, but no one is helping them replace some bigger ticket items. Thinking that maybe we could procure some items when we return to the US, I asked what they needed. An EKG machine and nebulizers were tops on her list. Dubious of any substantial help from a traveling sailor, Dr. Jeffrey gave us that common gracious thank you that so many suffering souls offer. You could hear her saying “we appreciate anything, yet expect nothing”.

Northern Star, Toodle-oo!, and Alembic enjoy a River tour with Albert and Alvin.

Note the fisherman’s prosthetic on the dock. Albert just lost his lower leg too.

A Circus Man built a home many years ago…

Leaving Dominica was difficult. Locals had welcomed us, shared their stories of trauma and their joys of rebuilding. Kindhearted folks filled our days on this beautiful island. But it was time to head north; we had a flight to catch from Antigua to the US in less than a week.

Two months in the States was a whirlwind. Visiting my brother Rick in DC, driving with Mom from DC to Connecticut, enjoying Christmas at our ski camp with our three kids and their significant others as well as Marie, our French daughter, working at Sunday River, and heading to Connecticut many times to visit my parents, all filled our hearts with home, friends, and family.

A wonderful organization serving the world

Surprisingly, we did manage to acquire those hospital items Dr Jeffries had requested. Marie Keller, of Partners for World Health in Portland Maine, helped us to procure an EKG machine, four nebulizers, and all the tubing, leads, paper, and connections to keep them going for a long time. Friends lent us rolling suitcases to protect these items on the trip south, and with the help of many others, we managed to get everything aboard Alembic when we returned to Antigua on February 21.

Our old truck filled with our friends’ wheelie bags of medical supplies

Bill’s seat has been to Saudi Arabia with Lisa Wendler!

Thank you Peter and Angie!

After a lovely four day visit with Peter and Angie Arndt, who took good care of Alembic during the two months we were back home in the states, we sailed off for an overnight sail to Dominica. Coming out to Alembic as we entered the harbor, Alvin greeted us with a very warm welcome. It felt like coming home.

Except there were so many boats!!! What a feast for the eyes to see: the harbor was full of about 75 sailboats. Yachtie Appreciation Week was just finishing, and clearly, word got out that this was a welcoming harbor!

Making sure the equipment survived the plane rides and inspections

The French Nurses join us for the delivery

Dr Jeffrey and her staff were thrilled!

After clearing in through customs, we were eager to deliver our goods. Two nurses, cruising on a sailboat from France, joined us on our delivery to the hospital. Dr Jeffrey and her staff were certainly surprised to see the items she had asked for. Hopefully they will serve the community well.

Daniel helped make a few things for Alembic and gave us the donated goods

Donated items for Trafalgar Falls

A full range of ages at Trafalgar Falls School

Our next delivery, much lower in dollar value, but just as important for us to complete, was six bags of random items given to us by Daniel in Antigua. He had received these items from a passing yacht, and was looking for another yacht to take them to Dominica. Since Daniel was from Trafalgar Falls, Dominica, we were determined to deliver the items there. So we sought the help of Eddison again, and had Paul drive us up there. The family on Solan, with children Hans (14) and Anna (9) joined us for this tour into the rainforest.

The family on Solan joined us for the hike

These falls were much bigger than this picture conveys!!

Paul found a school in Trafalgar Falls for us to deliver the treasures to. Once again, the community gleefully welcomed us into their space and were exceptionally grateful for the offerings. Paul then proceeded to drive us up into the glorious Trafalgar Falls, where we enjoyed a hike and a swim in the sparkling falls. Returning back to our boats, Paul drove us through many towns with varying amounts of hurricane damage. Some were so broken, with no sign of power or other services, but full of locals who were determined to stay in their homes, no matter how broken. As we entered Portsmouth at last, the sun was setting and Paul stopped the van just in time to see the Green Flash. This really made me realize that life marches on beautifully. And this island will recover. Dominica is full of riches that are immeasurable.

Fort Shirley

Amazing old stonework

Moroccan Resort ceased construction years ago

The lush greenery is coming back

With our chores done, our deliveries made, Bill and I took some time to explore the hikes surrounding the harbor. From up on the hill, where Fort Shirley was built, starting in 1765, you could see down into the bay on the north side of the peninsula, as well as down to Portsmouth harbor on the south side, where Alembic sat quietly. It was interesting to note that one mega resort was in full swing construction on the north side, while another, in the south, had ceased construction well before the hurricane, and the glamorous hopeful billboards surrounding the resort were a testament to the impermanence of promises and plans.

Coming to Dominica opened my eyes to poor communities. From a quick glance, I saw the destruction from storms, projects deserted soon after starting, untenable homes, and people living on the streets or under tarps. I thought their food was probably unsafe for me to eat, their skills not substantial enough for organizing construction projects, and their hopes dashed. All of my observations were replaced within a week of arriving. Albert explained how the island has been struck by many hurricanes and the downed trees allow sunlight to penetrate the lower levels, helping many new plants and animals to thrive. Foreign contractors waltz in to build their dreams, and often leave unfinished, but these dreams were never the locals’ wishes. Homes do get rebuilt, and families unite while helping each other. Their food is excellent, and delicious!! Their skills are endless as they grow up realizing that if something needs to get done, you need to do it. And lastly, their hopes remain high. Forever grateful for each day, for each meal, for each new child born, they carry on living and loving on this beautiful island that many rich Americans only dream about.

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Guadeloupe and Martinique

 

Our first adventure away from the large community of Salty Dawgs was to Guadeloupe. Six hours of sailing, and arriving in Deshaies at 5 as the sun began to set, was delightful. Finding a free mooring in the wildly windy harbor was challenging. Where did all this wind come from? Outside the harbor was a perfect bluebird breezy day and now, in this amphitheater of cliffs, the wind howled in irregular bursts of fury. As we circled the harbor, we found all of the moorings occupied. Like a dog looking for a place to lie down, we whirled about looking for the largest space to drop our anchor that wasn’t too deep. With only 150 feet of anchor chain, we prefer to stay in less than 25 feet of water, so we don’t have to let out all that chain and rely on the connecting nylon rode. Finally we chose a spot far out in the harbor; a long dinghy ride, but no bumper boats for the night.

Cemetery on the hill

Clearing customs was a snap. The tiny retail clothing shop had a small computer set up in the corner where you typed in your info, hit print, and went to the cashier and gave her about 4 Euro. Why is it that some countries require so many formalities, others require hundreds of dollars, and here is so cheap and simple?

Honoring young and old

Another positive aspect of Guadeloupe was obvious from the harbor. Families here honor their loved ones after death. A huge cemetery, seen from the harbor and town, is full of dramatic as well as simple memorials. I’m not sure what they do when they start running out of space for more family members. Church also is a central part of the community. Many locals lingered after the service was finished. A teenager, wanting to practice her English with us, told us about her upcoming trip to New York with a school group. She, and her very shy friend, were selling fresh baked goods to raise money for the trip. What a common worldwide experience: selling baked goods to fund an adventure. Of course we enjoyed the treats we purchased!

A First Communion?

 

Service Flowers

A dinner party on Alembic, the second night in the harbor, was interesting. I wish we had taken photos. One couple was Canadian, and the other was Swedish. The Canadians had been cruising for many years in their old Whitby, a sister ship to Alembic, and the Swedes were on a gorgeous new Halberg Rassey. The Canadians were “getting out of the Caribbean as soon as possible” because they felt it was unsafe. They lock their boat up tightly at night, so the “intruders” can’t come in. It was so sad to hear them talk of locals so negatively, when our experience, and the experiences of all the other cruisers we have met, find the exact opposite. And the Swedes were leaving soon too, for a different reason. Marie simply misses home terribly, so she will be flying home this May, while Mats will sail their boat back with crew aboard. Usually our dinner parties are more uplifting, as most cruisers we meet are exceptionally grateful for this opportunity and are working on continuing the lifestyle indefinitely!

Another beautiful sunset

 

Greedy Koi

Patient Parrots

Bizarre Roots

Theatrical Flamingoes

Each banana plant grows one flower and one bunch.  Then they cut it down.

Ginger

A new day dawned the next morning and we took in the spectacular Botanical Gardens, just a mile walk up a very steep hill from the dinghy dock. Lush is a word that describes this beautiful island of Guadeloupe. With plentiful sunshine as well as rain, the gardens were exploding with color. The Koi must be used to tourists feeding them; they greedily climbed over each other with gaping open mouths. The parrots also flew to your hand, expecting you to have a shot glass of smoothie. They were kinder than the koi, taking turns sharing the offered beverage. Indulging on breathtaking colors, we tried to capture the sights of this amazing venue. Bizarre trees, pink flamingos, banana plants, and ginger flowers were just a tiny portion of the vast selection of offerings.

Magnificent Organ

30 foot murals were everywhere

Slave Museum

A four dollar bus ride into Point a Pitre the following day was a huge culture shift. The big city was dirty, crowded, and bustling. You could find whatever you wanted here, if you had the patience to practice your French, climb through stinky muddy streets, and make a lot of wrong turns. With no purchasing needs, we meandered through the city, taking in the vibe. A simple lunch and the slave museum were our only diversions. I highly recommend the slave museum; I learned about the history of these beautiful caribbean islands and the people who have been coming here throughout the past few centuries.

Another party on Planet Waves

After a 24 hour sail, we arrived at the south end of Martinique, another French island. We dropped our anchor right behind dear friends Shelley and John on Planet Waves. Who needs sleep? As quick as we could drop the dinghy in the water, we scooted over to their boat for a scrumptious meal of BBQ chicken (ok, so, distracted, he cooked it a bit too long…) and baked beets with plenty of other treats as well. Our entertainment aboard Planet Waves was watching a pair of rickety boats, rafted together, drag down onto a round-the-world cruiser from South Africa who was anchored right next to Planet Waves. Much swearing and finagling ensued and finally one of the old battered boats managed to rev up enough horsepower to limp away and drop anchor out of reach of us. We invited the South African man to join us on Planet Waves and he shared many stories of his travels. Then it was off to town to enjoy live music from liveaboard cruisers as well as dancers who are part of a traveling circus. Never a dull moment!

The French love to sing in St Anne

A few more quick anchorage stops in St Anne and St Pierre before we headed back north again were noteworthy. In St Anne, we met Alastair on Cranstackie who would later join us in Dominica for hurricane relief work, and the Giffords on Totem who has sailed around the world with their three children. Behan and Jamie Gifford have an online business answering questions about how to make cruising work for families. I was honored to answer some of her questions online a few months ago regarding cruising in the Western Caribbean.

A rolly but tranquil anchorage

St Pierre was a rolly anchorage beside an ancient city. Arriving on a Sunday meant we missed all of the weekday activities of retail and restaurant bustle. Instead, we enjoyed a quiet walk through a sleepy village, trying to imagine the stories created here. Leaving at dawn the next morning, we never saw this town wake up.

Time to head to Dominica. Bill Balme, on Toodle-oo! had arranged for the Salty Dawgs to arrive in this hurricane stricken island and begin helping them. Off we went to join this group!

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Providing Shelter for Feathered Friends

It is impossible not to feel exposed and vulnerable when sailing on a small boat far from land and sheltered harbors. Mother Nature is clearly in command of the seas and the weather. We venture offshore prepared as best as possible. We gather the most complete forecast available. We avoid sailing in the stormy seasons. Still, we are vulnerable.

One reaction to experiencing this vulnerability is a stronger appreciation for smaller, even more vulnerable creatures that cross our paths while cruising. Protecting God’s creatures seems to be an easy way to build a balance of positive karma and keep us in Mother Nature’s good graces. I find myself even reluctant to kill certain insects. Butterflies and honeybees are top of the list to be protected! Biting flies and cockroaches are not regarded with the same respect, however.

We have been fortunate to have the opportunity to render assistance to several other more interesting creatures in our travels. On one passage from Mexico to Florida, we realized that we were sailing along a migratory route for small birds. Each evening of the four day passage we were visited by small swallows exhausted by their travels. On the first night, a swallow boldly flew in and out of the cabin to the point we lost track of him. To my surprise, I awoke at dawn in my sea berth and found the little bird just waking up in the book shelf beside me. Off he flew well rested to continue on his journey north. On the second night, once again, a small exhausted swallow found a suitable nest on the screen of a partially opened deck hatch.

Swallows looking for a quiet place to spend the night

The big event was on the 3rd night out when a flock of 20 or more swallows swooped into the cockpit just as the sun was setting. Surprisingly, these bold little birds showed no fear of us. They would climb on a finger or wooden handle of a spoon as we tried to move them to safe spots under the dodger. Our attempt to create order for a night at sea did not appear to be successful as the birds continued to flutter around showing particular interest in perching on the wheel that as moving back and forth under control of the autopilot. Finally when darkness fell, the birds seemed to drop into a deep sleep. We were able to scoop them up and place them in a safe place without causing them to stir in the least! As the sun rose at dawn, the spell of sleep was broken. The birds would awake, ruffle their feathers and then take off in groups of 2 and 3 at a time. Sadly, one seemed to linger until we realized that he had expired in the night. The trip must have been too much for his meager reserves. Hopefully, the rest of the flock was refreshed enough from a good night’s sleep to complete their long seasonal journey.

Our feathered friends seem to enjoy the perch on the steering wheel

 

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Antigua

“We are sailing straight to Grenada” was Bill’s response when a friend asked us what our plans were a few days after arriving in Antigua. This shocked the friend, and me! We had just traveled so far to get here, and Bill is already ready to head 300 miles south?! With flights out of Antigua to Maine 4 weeks away, Bill was hoping to see as much down the island chain as possible, so he thought we should sail to the southern end, and leisurely sail back to Antigua, stopping at as many islands as possible for a day or two each. I struggled with the idea of leaving so soon. There’s always a fight going on in my head when we arrive somewhere new: stay put to get to know locals or keep moving to see as much as possible. We both love to sail, so moving is always a welcome idea.

Sara is part fish

Friends Allen and Shiera on Gemeaux

Kevin from Pas de Deux

saying good bye to Kevin

We compromised by staying in Antigua a few more days, with a plan to sail south to visit Guadeloupe, Martinique, and Dominica before returning to Antigua for our flights home. This is about half the mileage we would have covered if we went to Grenada. Sara still had a few days aboard Alembic, so we made the most of our time, exploring by day and continuing with Salty Dawg festivities at night.

A fancy night out with the Salty Dawgs. Suzie Too Rally folks reunited!

With a rental car, we explored the whole island.

North Sound boat yard had just taken in a fleet of wrecked boats from Irma and Maria. They were fixing some and scrapping others

Devil’s Bridge was not as exciting as I had hoped, and the city of St John needed more than our allotted one hour to wander through.

A beautiful cathedral under restoration

But our hike in the rain forest

Amazing root system

Don’t try to climb this

Silly Sara

was fantastic, topped off with delicious fruit juice and black pineapple from Pineapple Elaine at the foot of the trail.

Pineapple Elaine

St Barnabas Anglican Church was built with the famous green local rock

Snorkeling again at the mouth of the harbor proved to be a new experience each time. Tradewinds kept the surface rolly, but the life below was used to these conditions. Turtles seem unfazed by our presence and the octopus even came out of his den for a look at us.

Friendly turtle

Octopus den with his patio filled with shells

A snorkeler’s view of the anchorage


Our last day in Antigua set Bill and I on the same page. Sara had flown home, and the mega yachts were coming in.

Beautiful yachts

We are much more at home among simpler folks

Time to leave.

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Cruising Karma – Our Brilliant Green Stowaway

On a recent spring passage from Norfolk to Block Island, we discovered a small tree frog that was an unfortunate stow away. He must have snuck aboard when we were tied to the wall of the Great Bridge Lock on the Intracoastal Waterway outside of Norfolk, Virginia. Early on the second morning at sea, I discovered our friend hiding behind a cockpit cushion. It was early in the spring and nights were getting quite cool as we ventured north to Block Island. We made a terrarium out of a large can. We placed a moist sponge and greens in the can to keep the frog comfortable. We were able to feed our guest small flies that also seem to frequent these waters. He seemed to be handling the passage in good health but we needed to get him to a suitable place to release him. We were heading to Maine and it seemed likely to be too cold for a frog from Virginia.

Brilliant Green Stowaway on Cockpit Coaming

When we reached Boston, we stopped for a brief visit with our daughter who volunteered to take over our care for the frog and find a suitable home. Much to our surprise we received a photo of our frog two weeks later in an exhibit in a natural science museum in Western Massachusetts! Karma was preserved!

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