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St. John, St. Thomas, St. Croix

Sunday Fun Day at the Pool

We had high hopes for a sail day today, but they winds were pretty light and coming in from the wrong direction.  We were only able to put up a little canvas for part of the journey and it was just the jib – but we did make Josh crank her in.  We decided to drop them off at Red Hook (where they left their car) and agreed to meet in a few hours on Megan’s Bay where Josh would pick us up and take us to their house.  Matt and I brought the big boat over which took all of 90 minutes, found a great anchorage, packed a small bag and headed to shore.  They had rented a beautiful home at the top of a mountain that overlooked Megan’s Bay and the ocean.  By the time we arrived, they had pork tenderloin on the grill, cold beverages in hand, a load of laundry going, and were lounging by the infinity edge pool.  Yes, they had kindly agreed to help me with several loads of laundry – the best guests ever!  Talk about a fabulous change of pace, chillaxin by the pool.  The great conversation went on into the wee hours of the night, but I would not know as I passed out before sailor’s midnight.

Monday, we met up at the beach on Megan’s Bay – this is where Matt and I got married almost 12 years ago!  We had not been back since then and it was a little surreal.  Still as beautiful as it was back then!  We found a cozy spot on the beach and hung out until the sun went down.  It was sad to part with our friends, but alas they had to leave STT to go back to work.  Thank you for hanging on Sugar Shack!

Enjoying cool water, warm breezes and cold beverages over sunset.

Enjoying cool water, warm breezes and cold beverages over sunset.

Matt thought it would be super cool to take a sit on a life guard stand and as I came around to take his photo a lifeguard came up and said “Ya, document that!  He is not supposed to be up there.”  So, I walked around to the other sign and read it out loud capturing Matt realizing the error of his ways (read #7 on the sign).

Matt being a rebel and sitting on a life guard stand.

Matt being a rebel and sitting on a life guard stand.

Why are my shorts red?

Our friends from Austin, Josh and Sara and their neighbors Greg and Tiffany, rented a house in Megan’s Bay, St. Thomas and had arrived a few days ago.  We met them at Duffy’s Love Shack in Red Hook Bay which is an easy place for us to anchor and a short 20-minute drive for them.

Monkey Business with "No Evil"

Monkey Business with “No Evil”

After a few pain killers, fireballs, and three little monkeys we formulated a plan to meet the next day to take them sailing.   We said a silent prayer that we would get some wind in the morning as the weather forecast showed 5 knots.  The next day, after loading everyone into Sugar Shack, we headed to Jost Van Dyke.  There are two bays side by side White Bay and Great Harbor.  We decided to try to grab a mooring ball in White Bay as Le Mischief was here.  Matt and Josh had to take the long dinghy ride over to Great Harbor to clear everyone in – no biggie or so we thought.  Josh got to see the “joy” of clearing into a new country.  Every country has its own particular process, requirements, and rules that you are supposed to know and follow.  We don’t always get it right, but Matt is so courteous that when we get it wrong he can usually get away with it.  This time, we got it wrong.  Evidently, they don’t like when you anchor in one bay and dinghy over to the other.  They threatened Matt with a $10,000 fine and had to call a supervisor several times.  Luckily, they were able to kowtow our way out of it with a warning.  While the boys were pissing off the local government, Greg, Tiff, Sara and I were enjoying a cool dip in the ocean, floating on noodles, cold beverages, and good music – we should feel bad about their experience, but didn’t 😊

With the boys back on board, we served up Blueberry Sprtiz’s and snacks. Now that the crew was fed and enjoyed a few libations it was time to head to Soggy Dollar Bar.  SDB is the original creator of the “pain killer” so of course that was ordered.

Soggy Dollar Bar - SDB!

Soggy Dollar Bar – SDB!

Pretty View from Soggy Dollar Bar.

Pretty View from Soggy Dollar Bar.

Tiff had learned that you can send people a link to a SDB website where they can buy you drinks so the first round was on one of her friends – sweet. I wish I had known this earlier, I would have sent it out on Facebook (hee hee, kidding, sort of, kind of).

Sara, Josh, Matt, Me, Greg, and Tiff at SDB.

Sara, Josh, Matt, Me, Greg, and Tiff at SDB.

We did a little souvenir shopping, drank a few rounds, kept our souvenir cups and headed back to the boat.  After a quick shower, and some pork chops, we dressed for the evening.  Some how, Josh ended up in the water (Wayne is not the only one) and he happened to rub up against our bottom paint causing his new shorts to have a red tone all over.  Oh jeesh.

Josh and Sara presented Matt and the crew with celebratory 50th birthday shirts – they were so awesome!  Sporting our new shirts, we headed in to Foxy’s where they had a live band.

Gettin Naughti at Foxy's

Gettin Naughti at Foxy’s

Yep, we had a good time! Me, Sara, and Tiff!

Yep, we had a good time! Me, Sara, and Tiff!

It is a rare moment when Matt dances and tonight was one of them.  In his Vintage Vessel shirt, he went to the stage where they had called all Bday people (total of 4 males).  The singer sang happy birthday and did a little grove with each of them.  It was certainly a sight to behold.

Sometime after, I got a text from our friend Richard Rincon (who we know from Corpus Christi) and was delivering a boat to St. Thomas.  His crew had gone to bed so Matt and I went to get him in our dinghy.  All was good, until we were about 10’ from the dinghy dock and the outboard dies and would not start – so we got the paddles out, hit the dock, and unloaded Richard and Matt.  As the boys went in for a drink, I trolled the dinghy dock looking for a dinghy with a jerry can or some nice person who could sell me some fuel.  Yes, I know we use a combination of fuel and oil, but at this point, I will take straight up fuel-beggars can’t be choosers, right?  After talking to a few locals about other options: walking to SDB then swimming back to the boat from shore (not a good idea with people who are 3 sheets in), paddling (which was over 5 miles away) or buying fuel.  Ugh….what to do.  Somehow the angels smiled upon me and a young lady dropped off a to-go carton to a dinghy with a spare jerry can.  So I rushed over there, told her my story and she took me to her captain (as this is a huge dink – we are talking 15+ with center counsel). The guys were great, grabbed the can, filled Sweet N Low up, started it on the first pull and wouldn’t take any money!  I insisted on buying them drinks which they took with a huge smile on their face.  I love my sailing community!  We were able to return Richard to his boat and our crew safely to Sugar Shack for a good night’s rest.

Richard, Matt and I catching up in the Virgin Islands.

Richard, Matt and I catching up in the Virgin Islands.

The next day we were moving a little more slowly, I made some banana pancakes and we made a plan to go to St. John.   The wind had picked up slightly, and I mean ever so slightly so we were able to sail Big Bertha for a short while. Josh loved couldn’t believe how peaceful it was with the sound of the waves pushing us along and no engines.  Perfect opportunity to showcase off our beautiful sailboat!  We arrived St. John’s and quickly jumped in the water as it was a bit toasty outside.  Matt made pasta with sausage and we enjoyed the night show under the sea.  Matt put out the green light and we saw the most gorgeous spotted ray swimming across the top of the water.  Then several smaller rays played with the large tarpin in the green light.  Pretty cool show.

A little over exposed - both Matt and I and the photo.

A little over exposed – both Matt and I and the photo.

Matt! Always goofing around and making me laugh!

Matt! Always goofing around and making me laugh!

$HIT HAPPENS

Matt and I have fallen into a pretty good routine of chores and duties on the boat.  Matt cooks and handles most of the maintenance (engines, electrical, plumbing, you name it – he can do it).  He also likes to work the lines which means I sit at the helm a lot when we are under sail.  However, when we anchor, Matt is at the helm and I am working the windlass (Wendy) and the spade (Davey) our anchor.  When we anchor, we typically let out a 10 to 1 scope (meaning for every meter of water, we have 10 meters of chain).  So, if we are in 6 meters of water, we have out 60 meters of chain.  After that, we put on the bridle which is about another 8-10 meters and then I will let out between 20-30 meters of kellet (chain that sits on the ground after the bridle to prevent the boat from moving around too much-just an added protection.  Probably a bit overkill but it has served us well in the past.

On this bright and beautiful morning, the sun was shining, the water was crystal clear, and the breeze was soft.  I looked down and saw all of my beautiful chain and thought that is a pretty picture.  Until that is, the windlass stopped bringing up the chain.  Hmmm…bent over the seagull striker, looked down, and thought oh no!  My chain is wrapped around a rock or something.

My anchor chain fouled on an old mooring.

My anchor chain fouled on an old mooring.

Keep in mind, we are in 7 meters of water (21’), I cannot hold my breath that long so, down went Matt.  After a beat or two, he came up and said, it’s fouled on an old mooring and we need the hookah. Great.  So, we got all the gear out, connected it to the stern engine battery and Matt went back down – except the hookah cable did not reach. It had to travel 50’ from stern to bow and then 21’ down to the mooring.  So, we got the spare battery out, brought everything to the bow and back down he went.  After an eternity (or actually 7-8 minutes) he came up with the line clear.

Hooka Round II trying to reach the mooring.

Hooka Round II trying to reach the mooring.

Matt under the tramp attempting to unfoul the anchor chain.

Matt under the tramp attempting to unfoul the anchor chain.

Matt 3 meters under water fixing our anchor chain

Matt 3 meters under water fixing our anchor chain.

All in all the entire adventure took about an hour, but once everything was stowed, we went on our merry way.