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Anthem Adrift
Picture Postcard
05/07/2009, Cane Garden Bay

Arundel Distillery

May 7

Just erased entire message. No recovery. Golly gee whiz or words to that effect. Perhaps this will teach a lesson about saving work... nahhh!

Anegada not happening today. Weather OK, just not inspired. Siren song of the "Drowned Island" apparently didn't get this far as Night Hawks still here, too. Dinked ashore to beautiful little place, Myett's Garden Inn and Grille, for breakfast. Palm framed, postcard view over pristine sand beach to a mast-filled lagoon with Jost van Dyke in the background. Thought to go somewhere in Sir Francis Drake Channel to stage for the shindig tomorrow or just stay here.

Waitress placed coffee on wrong side, then apologized when it was moved, like she should read minds. Could have explained that what I'm thinking is a secret to me, too.

Flagged down Ray & Jenna as they walked along the shore and we sat long enough to have lunch. Watched a troupe of medium-bodied, short-legged dogs cavorting up and down the shore like Shriner's at a convention without the tiny motorcycles. Said mean things about power and bare-boaters. Complimented our own superior natures. 'Just stay here' alternative slowly lost it's optional status.

Later, walked to small rum distillery that probably looked the same a hundred years ago. Have picures and some product. The dark rum is a half step above MD 20/20; pineapple wine not as good.

Cane Garden Bay new favorite place on earth. Hate to depart (O dark hundred to assure anchor spot in Trellis Bay for party), but must go on to bigger, better? and possibly more imprudent adventures.

Jack

Locusts
05/06/2009, Cane Garden Bay, Tortola

May 6

Backwinded boats were floating all around anchors and moorings this morning, so bailed out early. Vacillating breeze soon made up it's mind, making beat toward next anchorage an escapade. Apparent wind 18 gusting 28. Double-reefed main, staysail and a bit of yankee kept the lee rail above water, but cost a knot from hull speed.

Arrived Cane Garden Bay early enough that overnighters were just leaving and new group had yet to arrive. Beautiful location. White beaches fronting palm trees and cool bars. It's not called paradise for nothing. Spent day working on web site and reading. Late afternoon explored the several beach bars, diet coke in hand, and bought cereal and lemons. Bar band will entertain (or aggravate) on the boat tonight. Night Hawk thinking to go Anegada tomorrow before Trellis Bay Friday. May do likewise if forecast amenable. Four hour trip out and three back if wind stays south of east.

If charter business slow, hate to be here when not - bareboaters like locusts. Many crewed boats, too.

After diving on anchor yesterday (for the landlocked, this is to confirm a good set), used drywall knife without gloves to scrape more shells from hull. Bad idea. Barnacle cuts tend to fester (not to be confused with character on Gunsmoke) and can't stay dry on a boat. Let that be a lesson... Nahhhhh!

Jack

The Weight of Command
05/05/2009, White Bay, Jost van Dyke

May 5

Despite dreadful forecast, woke to brilliant clear sky. Expectation for later, however, precluded either remaining Coral Bay for second seriously rocky, rolly night or passage to St Croix, so departed mid-morning for check-in to BVI at West End, Soper's Hole. Blanche Duboi-like reliance on strangers provided tow to Customs and Immigration dock, then to Pusser's Bar, other side of bay, for shepherds pie and iced tea lunch when outboard sputtered to an abrupt and ignominious halt. Fuel line connection discovered as culprit. Motor happy. Jack happy.

Sailed on to catamaran choked White Bay, Jost van Dyke for overnight. Found anchor spot at most protected east end. Remarkably well attended for out-of-the way location. Obligation to check out all three bars was rewarded by best rum punch on the planet at One Love Bar and best Painkiller at Soggy Dollar Bar. Met interesting folks, from south Georgia, on 76' crewed cat at third bar (they bought me two rum punches which would have been rude to refuse), who promised to meet me, later, at Foxy's, a relatively short dinghy ride away in Great Harbour.

Four crew plus cook on humongous cat was, Wayne (dentist in Valdosta) said, 27k dollars for 5 days. Dang! Anybody want to rent Anthem for 5 days? I could eke by on $20k. Sailing neophytes from catamaran showed too late at Foxy's, so just said hi then departed for floating home.

Could go to Cane Garden Bay Wednesday, then White Bay, Guana Cay (not to be confused with the one on Jost van Dyke), before Trellis Bay on Friday for Full Moon Party. Could do almost anything else. It is likely that suspense has increased some reader's risk of cardiovascular events, so all heart attacks between now and July may, of course, be attributed to me. If so, contact via email at: biteme@notfreakinglikely.com. I love each and every one of you like a brother or a sister.

Jack


Actively Listless
05/04/2009, White Bay, Jost van Dyke

May 4

Rained with thunder, but no wind, all night and all day filling dinghy to its scuppers (if it had any). Got into do-nothing mode and filled the day with it. Inferred from SSB weather router that, as weather would deteriorate over next few days, only a moron would venture into open water until at least the weekend. Fortunately, in this case, stupidity coincides with hard work postponing perusal of St. Croix for the nonce.

Around 1630, returned to Skinny Legs with Night Hawk's for a slider and beers. Again enjoyed a Star Wars bar of colorful characters including Pirate Bill who, upon seeing my Irish Kevin's T-shirt from that place on Duval St., wanted to talk about Key West, his home in the 70's. Looked to be a hundred and twenty with long flowing white beard. Parrot was probably back guarding the doubloons. Returned to boat under starry, cloudless sky.

Lack of wind and sun makes battery recharge by Westerbeast inevitable without relief. Good news, bad news - trades forecast for return tomorrow with heavier squalls.

Depending on Oh, I don't know... stuff, may head to Soper's Hole, West End Tortolla tomorrow to check into the BVI. After a day of lethargy it's hard to be decisive. Ultimate goal in life is currently Full Moon Party on the 8th. Due to exhaustion from demanding day will now retire to the boudoir.

Jack


Ocho de Mayo
05/03/2009, Coral Bay, St. John

May 3

Planned Lameshure Bay for tonight, but beating against a 12 knot breeze and adverse current in easy seas was so pleasant that Coral Bay, further east and better angled for St. Croix, seemed like a more suitable idea. It was. Now new favorite place on the planet. Harbor is full of classic looking boats and the odd derelict. Hard to find this place; not on the usual tourist trail. Think Key West of the USVI. Upon return from pounding down a Presidente or two and dolphin sandwich at Skinny Legs, "A Pretty OK Place", with what is euphemistically referred to as an eclectic clientele, discovered Night Hawk anchored nearby. After boarding for good conversation was forced to down another cerveza. It would have been rude to refuse.

While still underway around 1500 saw six sails apparently en route from Road Town to The Bight at Norman. Probably bare-boaters headed to typical first night anchorage. Willie T (floating boat bar) will be smokin' tonight. Seems odd to observe a place cruised frequently from the vantage of one never been. Expect to be in Trellis Bay, BVI for full moon party on the 8th to meet "Sea Devil" couple who finally got in touch. Should be a hoot.

Was already considering another night here to explore, so with arrival of Ray & Jenna, will definitely wait until Tuesday for close reach to Christainsted. DO NOT, however, want to miss the Friday party. Wonder if St. Croix observes Cinqo de Mayo? So much fun; so little time.

Jack


Buckets and Barnacles
05/02/2009, Solomon Bay, St. John

May 2

Red Hook status tumbles after rocky night in outer bay and dunking of Treo PDA during egress at dinghy dock. Disassembled, soaked in distilled water and dried pricey electronics in warm oven, probably to little avail (haven't tried crank-up yet), so purchased cheapest replacement unit.

Coral World Marine Park and Aquarium, just OK. Worth a look, but don't put it on your bucket list. Dollar ride for phone and fish on local's safari bus was most interesting part of day.

Accomplished afternoon motor across narrow channel to Solomon Bay on St. John for second rocky evening, but wanted to visit nearby Cruz Bay, another great little spot worth return visit. Indeed, may do so tomorrow for breakfast before searching out a calm (he said hopefully) anchorage, probably either Francis or Leinster Bay. Never found friends from Rum Cay, Richard and Terry on "Sea Wolf", moving crewed charter operation on their cat from Bahamas to Red Hook.

Maximum engine RPM is low due, most likely, to crustacea adhering to prop. Restorative dive tomorrow before eggs and bacon a possibility. The few malefactors befouling forward hull will also be 'whacked'. CIA doesn't know what real 'wet work' is.

Jack


How Much Fun Can It Be?
05/01/2009, Red Hook, St. Thomas

May 1

Re-pulleyed alternator and Clorox (yes, sweetheart, I bought some) in hand, proceeded to fantastic looking yacht (Oh, that's right, it's mine) for purpose of departure from Long Bay to experience new adventures. Charlotte Amalie exceeded expectations, but it's time to go. Would enjoy encore sometime.

Shortly after weighing anchor (remains approximately 45 pounds) experienced an amazing event. Those white fabric things located in various locations above deck can actually create forward motion, precluding operation of noisy diesel thing. Who knew? Somebody should patent the concept. They'd make a mint.

Sailed most of distance from Long Bay to Red Hook, east end of St. Thomas, new favorite place on the planet - beautiful view, clear water and great bars. The wine better be superb in St. Martin or I'm coming back here.

Considering staying one more day (having nothing to do with great bars) to visit nearby Coral World Marine Park before bidding fond farewell to St. Thomas.

Hate to admit actual over-indulgence, but 'tonight's the night' (ask Pat about that story). Had great time with new best friends in more than one bar, so am not in most coherent condition. Ambulation early tomorrow could be more challenging than normal, so may delay breakfast at Molly Malone's until late, mid-morning (ish).

Hope everyone is having as much fun as me (without morning after, of course).

Jack


J'ouvert
04/30/2009, Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas

April 30

J'ouvert (jouvay) (a drunken morning, starting at 0400, of parading around Charlotte Amalie in support of really loud bands) tossed sand into the gears of commerce, cutting off path from dinghy dock to alternator shop which was closed and closing other establishments. Some things re-opened afternoon including most important machine shop. Initially couldn't get to my project until Saturday, but persistence and pitiful puppy-dog look paid off.

Had planned to piss and moan about thwarting of grand scheme for departing St. Thomas Harbour, but new alternator is working, old alternator to be retrieved on May Fool's Day and, anyway, my attention span isn't that long.

Had dinner with fellow who originally varnished Anthem's teak in Tierra Verde two years ago, recognized me having breakfast at Crown Bay and is now running crewed charters on his 47 Beneteau. Business, a tad slow right now.

Long day. Early night. Ta.

Jack


Wasted
04/29/2009, Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas

April 29

The Liz induced two week relief from boat maintenance has come to an unpleasant, but typical end. Simple project became labyrinth of Minotaurs. Homer might not be impressed, but hey, he's dead, Theseus was probably a wimp and this project, like many, has turned into an interminable Odyssey. Simple switch of alternator reveals that promised "exact replacement" was slightly errant. (The expression "liar, liar pants on fire" is inappropriate for a high toned weblog such as this) Will not expound sleep-inducing details, but stud size (not what some of you think, Amy), jury rigged wiring and a machine shop are involved.

Retreated from field of battle about 1830 to feed the army of one a fantastic grouper dinner at Hook, Line and Sinker in Frenchtown (notwithstanding, pretty sure everyone spoke a version of English) and to abuse a number of rum punches (bartender at said establishment, a fine human being, supplied one such concoction gratis). Met a vociferous former Navy/American Airline/corporate pilot who contributed to wasted, but interesting evening.

Will make some effort to arise before noon to locate previously implied technician for creation of alternator adjuster part to make previously mentioned equipment more useful than as ballast.

Jack

PS In the interest of clarity, not normally a high priority, if any above is too abstruse (e.g. mixing of ancient legend and literature), please contact with suggestion to be considered while uninfluenced by previously mentioned imbibation (

Grisly Business
04/28/2009, Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas

St. Thomas Harbour

April 28

Fruitlessly struggled to give someone, anyone a large amount of money to rent a car. Instead paid for a tour of the island with two other couples - diverse, fun group. Driver Dennis made tour guide noises and returned us to starting point unscathed by the thousand other tours clogging roads around hot locations. Magnificent views from 1547' peak to Puerto Rico, west and Tortola, east. St. Thomas Harbour view was postcard perfect, even including three absolutely identical thousand foot Carnival ships, nose to tail, Freedom, Liberty and Glory. Missed Justice.

A large black pirate-ship-looking schooner is anchored off the Charlotte Amalie quay that looks to be for charter. "Hello, my name is Jack and I'll be flogging you today. Roger will be handling keel-hauling and Maurice has plank duty. Grog and wenching promptly at 1930 in the orlop."

Relocated Anthem farther out this afternoon to move 100 dB, 2 AM music from forward deck back to shore. Nice background when not shivering timbers and rattling ratlines.

With Liz leaving tomorrow, will again plunge into the grisly business of boat maintenance. Removed, after a luscious meal of every leftover in frig. and customary masterful salad, the old, temporarily fixed alternator. Plan to rebuild, swap double pulley to new unit and install that, using old for spare. Shop in town opens at 0700. Owner promises completion tomorrow before renouncing work for duration of Carnival. Hope to return from airport, 1445 flight, before renunciation commences.

Jack


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