We have a lot of miles to cover today making our way north, so we drop the lines and head out early. It is quite gusty and we see at least 38 knots of wind a the northern tip of St. Vincent – an area known for wind as the trade winds wrap around the tip of the island.
Lots of launching off of waves and spraying.
I re-learn the fact that parts of my face start flapping in winds over 34 knots. Seems to me that the number used to be 38 knots and I wonder if that’s a symptom of aging? Someday, will my face flap at 20 knots?
Some of the spray hitting me at the helm is like getting hit by a salty fire hose jet. I’m pretty sure about 2 gallons of salt water has been jetted up my nose. This would please my mother. She’s into those Netay pots where you snort salt water to ward off colds and infections. I’ve surely snorted enough to make me invincible for a few months.
The salt spray is also quite hard on the eyes, even with sunglasses on. I’ve had to put on my diving mask before, but today we get by with periodically washing our eyes with fresh water.
We seem to make good progress in the right direction, but as we approach St. Lucia it becomes apparent that we are almost 10 miles west of where we want to be. I think this is because of an east-west current of 2 knots and the fact that Ginger has a lot of windage and probably is being blown sideways at at least 1 knot. Combined, that’s around 3 knts per hour of westerly movement.
At any rate, when we are west of St. Lucia, we start the engine and motor the rest of the way to Marigot Bay. I’m keen to get there before dark, since it’s a narrow bay and I’ve never anchored there before.
We make it in the nick of time, right at sunset. This is a big base for The Moorings, which is a big charter boat company (we used them in Greece). A boat boy tells us we can rent one of their vacant moorings, so we grab one rather than straining our brains to develop an anchoring strategy.
Marigot Bay is known as one of the best protected “hurricane holes” in the caribbean. The reason is that it’s a very narrow and long slot that is cut into the island with steep/protected sides.
The place is loaded with nice boats, especially cats and I’d love to spend a day or two just staring at boats.
This is where we drop Sheven for her trip home. She’ll take a taxi on the narrow winding roads to the airport at the south end of the island. We decide we had better do things properly, so we’ll need to wait for Customs to open in the morning to clear the boat into and out of St. Lucia.