It’s June

The Flower Moon has passed with no additional Engine Spirits materializing and so has our time in Grenada. When the Strawberry Moon rises, we will be in Trinidad.  Why each full moon is named I have no idea. As technology advances, it seems more people search for meanings in the natural rhythms of the planets and discard the cold technologic explanations. How else can one explain the devotion and reverence one pays to a iPhone, while being quite skeptical or knowledgeable of the physical science behind such an instrument? Ironically, many of the mems and “truths” gleaned from such devices rely on the very technology and science that is questioned. Don’t trust anyone over 30, shouted the hippies of the 60’s. Today, that idea has blossomed as people of all ages lose trust, not just in other people, but also in institutions, governments, businesses. They rely on the persuasive theatrics of profession “very important people” they happen to agree with. The monthly full moon is named with aspirations of meaning beyond the “Cold hearted orb that rules the night. Removes the colours from our sight. Red is grey and yellow – white. But we decide which is right, And which is an illusion”. (Graeme Edge, Peter Knight)

The University Club

Our time was well spent in Grenada, an island we haven’t been to in 7 years. This season’s voyage (#15) was long on port stays, and short on preferable sailing weather. That was ok, as hanging out in the Caribbean is mostly what we prefer now. Antigua, Martinique, St Lucia, Bequia and Grenada were the places where we spent most of our time. In each port we managed to meet up with new and old cruising friends, which made our neighborhood quite active. In Grenada, we anchored off the University Club, a bit rolly at times, but with good transportation options to other areas. I did manage to find bars of Jouvay Grenadian chocolate here. I think it is the best of the Caribbean chocolates. It is apparently in short supply ever since last year’s hurricane Beryl took out many of the cocoa trees. We also got to visit St. Augustine’s Medical Service, a private hospital when my stomach acted up. Some x-rays, blood/urine tests, exam and some antibiotics took care of the issue although my rum consumption took a hit. Probably for the better.

La Phare Bleu
Mark, Cathy, Bill, Maureen at the Tree House

Lunches at La Phare Bleu, One Love, and the Container Park where we sampled local dishes was great. On Wednesday nights we went over to hear the Cool Jazz Band in Secret Habor, a very good local band. Revisiting the rest of the island will have to wait until we return. We ended our stay, in Grenada, by seeing Sabrina Francis with cruising friends Mark and Cathy (s/v NANCY LU). Sabrina is a talented professional local singer, who performs all around Grenada and in the Tree House. The Tree House is way up in the mountains in St. David. This small and coxy venue does not have a PA system. Each audience member wears earphones and hears exceptionally clear performers and other sound effects. A lovely evening in the mountains with drinks and Hors d’Oeuvres was marvelous. I loved it as I didn’t need my hearing aids! A  video of the performance we attended is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33inNjVRN6k. The back of my head is seen in the wide stage shots (bottom right corner).

The overnight sail down to Trinidad was lumpy with strong currents, and close-reach sailing, but no squalls. At times the current was against the wind which made the seas more than lumpy. But we made it after dawn with about 7 other boats, all taking advantage of the “best” weather window. It was one of those sailings that you just grit your teeth and do it. Our hat is off to our friend ,Bob on PANDORA, who is off to the Med via Bermuda, and the Azores. We believe our long distant voyages are over and the few nights we sail are more than enough for us. But to those who voyage on, safe sailing!

When we arrived, in Trinidad there were no moorings available. Trinidad, as most places have seen, an increase of cruisers since the pandemic. The boats are bigger, the anchorages are more popular and so what else is new? A growing population spreads widely.  We anchored for one night but the next day a mooring opened up and we jumped on it. We believe taking a mooring in Chaguaramas is preferable to anchoring in the small area available. In four days, we haul out and be on the hard. The only problem is that our car’s engine, i.e. the dinghy’s outboard engine, refuses to start. In Grenada, on the last island of this season’s voyage, on the last dinghy ride to shore, it decided to quit.

As we mentioned many times, the dinghy is our “car” to get ashore. Fortunately, we know a few boats here that can give us a lift to shore for the days we are on the mooring. Thanks to Mike on EXODUS and Mark on LIAHONA for their help! Mark uses the small skiff of Power Boats to get us to shore. Add “outboard motor repair” to the to-do list here in Trinidad.

The Jumbo HL ship Fairplayer

Chaguaramas, as we have mentioned is a combination of large commercial ships for the oil rigs, Venezuelan and local fishing boats and worldwide cruisers. An eclectic mix in an eclectic country. No one talks of the Strawberry Moons. Instead, they keep an eye on the weather and the inner workings of their watercrafts. They move big things, catch what swims by and Lime with abandon.

Kalunamoo will spend the next few months here, undergoing some M&R as we fly north to see family and friends. We will be up there to see the Buck Moon, the Sturgeon Moon and of course the Corn Moon. It’s that monthly excitement which I can’t wait to see.

Poltergeist and the Flower Moon

It was the night of the Flower Moon but was it a poltergeist? Strange things transpire when planets, spirits, tides, paranoia, winds and politicians align or misalign with the unknown forces of the Universe. So, it was aboard Kalunamoo on the night of Monday, May 12, 2025.

We arrived in Prickly Bay, Grenada on Friday the 9th. Kalunamoo hasn’t been here since 2018. Anchored off the University Club in 5 fathoms, we felt secure. “It’s a little deep but ok” I said. Since last here, a few mooring balls were placed and there were boats closer to the shoreline. I would also have liked to be close in to be protected by the reef south of us. Prickly Bay is known to be rolly, but the reef does provide some protection. Fortunately, it was not rolly when we first anchored but when the wind has any south in it, the low swells travel up the entire bay. A few days after anchoring we had stage 3 rolls and a few to 4.

That House is owned by the owner of Massey

The Bay hasn’t changed much in seven years, but new houses have sprung up along the shore and up the slopes. Some of them are quite large, testifying to the attractiveness of Grenada and the inducements the government offers to those who can afford it. New businesses dot the roads and older establishments still exist.

Taxi vans and bus routes are as busy and as friendly as ever, as are the multiple anchorages for visiting cruisers. Each anchorage has its enclave of devoted cruisers with an active social agenda. A few notable locals and cruisers have passed away since we have been here but, all in all, Grenada remains a very welcoming island to the cruising community. A number of cruisers we know are here including a few waiting to sail south to Trinidad. We will head that way next month.

The full moon, the Flower Moon of May, was in the east when we retired for the night. Stage 3 roll is not uncomfortable and doesn’t affect sleeping at all. The winds out of the east were gentle, and the back cabin hatch was open as no showers were expected. At midnight, I was deep in a dream state somewhere walking in a mall.

The mall was interrupted by the sound of an engine starting. Odd. Then I realized I was half awake and the engine of Kalunamoo had started. Maureen immediately jumped up as I did! Half groggy, I ran up to the cockpit expecting to see another boat crashing into us or us crashing into the rocky shoreline. Having a big boat banging against us in the middle of the night is something we experienced last year in Dominica. Not again! No boat alongside. No crashing shoreline. We were safely secured in the exact position we have been all along. But the engine was running!

The ignition switch was in the OFF position but I turned it to the STOP position and the engine stopped. By this time, adrenaline kicked in and I was wide awake with no clue as to what had happened.

Maureen, on her way to the cockpit, was on the lookout for a pirate border. I didn’t think of that but was that a possibility? There was no indication of anyone around and in hindsight, doubt that anyone would start the engine to steal the boat that way. In any case, a quick survey of the engine room, and wiring I didn’t show anything amiss. I turned the engine start battery off and went back to sleep.

Since then, another check of the wiring and start system was done. The three components: ignition switch, relay, and high amp relay (solenoid) were looked at with no apparent reason to suspect a fault. The motor starts and stops normally and hasn’t spontaneously started again. It never did in the past and no one ever wrote or report one that did.

We could get a mechanic or electrician out to look into this but since then I decided to dig further when we are in Trinidad in a few weeks. Of course, if it happens again…

So that leaves only two conclusions: Poltergeist or Flower Moon. Or a combination of both. Clearly in today’s world trusting institutional experts, with obvious monetary biases, can’t be trusted anymore. They will talk me into buying something. I’m going for the Flower Moon explanation. The fact that the companion way hatch was open to the rays of that moon at zenith at midnight caused the engine to start. Poltergeist do have the ability to do action at a distance. But why would they start a sailboat engine in Grenada? That doesn’t make sense. The Flower Moon however does not have an alibi, probably wanted me to see it, and had the opportunity to act. Show me the research that disproves that.  

The Crew

We spent three weeks in Bequia including a couple of days in the Tobago Cays. The Grenadines are one of our favorite areas that never disappoint. The only thing is we usually come down late in the season when things start closing down. The Easter Regatta in Bequia marks the beginning of the slowdown. The lobster season also ends at the end of April. Nonetheless, we enjoyed our stay and the beautiful Princess Margaret Beach, one of the best in the Caribbean, and meeting up with cruisers who were passing through.

Princess margaret Beach

On our voyage from Bequia to Carriacou, we flew in two AB’s* to stand the 8-12 bow watch. The area we transited was notorious for whales, dolphins and flying fish. Just the other day, the whalers on Bequia rowed out and harvested a 50’ Humpback. With that in mind, we wanted another set of eyes watching out for these hazards to navigation. I recommend them to anyone who is seeking keen-eyed and responsible crew. Mork and Mindy were great, never complained although Mork was a little unsteady on his feet at times. We made the passage without incident as I think Mork may have scared off some flying fish. All’s well that ends well.  (*AB’s, actual birds).

Mork and Mindy

I bring this up as we caught up with our good cruiser friend, Bob (PANDORA) and his crew member Ken in Bequia when they were bringing Pandora up from Trinidad to St. Martin. We crossed paths, we going south, they going north. Bob will get more crew and sail to Bermuda, the Azores and then Spain. His wife, Brenda, will join him in various ports and in Europe. We may not see them again for a few years. It’s an ambitious plan and we wish them safe voyages. Hopefully we will see them back in the Caribbean on their return voyage.

Having crew to help with different legs on a voyage is not unusual. There are web sites and organizations almost like dating sites, to match up crew and boats. Many rely on word of mouth or “delivery skippers” to fill positions of what they need. Most of these positions are an unpaid volunteer/friend basis. There are legal issues if payments are made as then you stray into running a business and all that entails.

There is a certain stress with only two aboard (not to mention solo sailing). Although most cruising boats can be single handed, the problems come when there are problems. As our other good friend, Mark has said many times, everything on the boat is broken, you just don’t know it yet.

When you do know it, it is usually at the most inconvenient time. Besides dealing with a boat problem the boat must continue to sail. If that other crew member is out of commission for any reason, then things can get dicey. Therefore, many cruisers have a total of three or four aboard to cover any eventualities.

Maureen and I only made one voyage (New York to Bermuda) with one other crew member – our son-in-law Dave. It was our first true blue water voyage, and we appreciated the company. No problems arose and Dave flew home from Bermuda. It was only a 5-day passage and we handled it just fine. Our 12-14 day voyages to the Caribbean were done without crew. At times we could have used another crew but, all in all, we never had any severe problems. Maureen has said that the care and feeding of the crew may not be worth the effort! I wonder if mutinies were the result of such thinking? In any case, it is hard to start a mutiny revolt by yourself.

OTOH, we have heard strange stories of strange crews. Many crew members come aboard by recommendation or a verified CV. That may not be enough to ensure that an ad-hoc pick-up crew will be as dedicated as Mork and Mindy were. The strange tale of a couple who were sailing to the Caribbean comes to mind.

It was a few years ago and the captain and wife were eager to sail to the Caribbean and had a third crew member aboard, which they knew, to sail with them. A few days after leaving the coast, the boat had to divert to Bermuda as the rudder either fell off or was inoperable. They did manage to get to Bermuda and were able to repair the rudder to continue their voyage to the BVI’s. But the repair is not the story.

Their crew member was on a schedule and could not wait in Bermuda for the repairs to be completed (it took weeks). That member flew off leaving the couple to find another. If anyone remembers seeing the sailing documentary Captain Ron, you may recall, a similar situation. However, they did find a crew member. A highly recommended man who had the experience and knowledge they required. He was an ex-US Marine, and bare boated many boats in his career. Sailing a week south would be a piece of cake. He was just what they wanted.

The three of them set off from Bermuda and headed south. They split the watches evenly so they could enjoy the sail. The Marine seemed fine at first but on his first night watch he put the engine on to boost speed. The captain knew the winds were light, but they were sailing along fine. He let him motor along. The next day the Marine again started the engine. “What are you doing, this is a sailboat!” exclaimed the captain. “We need to make time, that storm over there will catch us”, replied the Marine, in an anxious tone.”

No storm was seen, no storm was forecast. “We can’t motor all the way, not enough fuel!” The Marine didn’t pay any attention, he refused even to throttle back to save fuel. The captain was becoming concerned as every time the Marine was on watch he revved up the engine to push on. The Marine declared that when he was on watch he would decide how to run the boat. No interference from the off watch!  Threats were exchanged as the captain swore the Marine had dementia.

By the fourth, day tempers were high but the captain knew he could not out fight the Marine. He was thinking of weapons. The details remain a mystery but by the time they pulled into Jos Van Dyke, it was a miracle that the captain and Marine were still alive, the engine running on fumes, and the rudder hadn’t fallen off.

The captain immediately ran to the Customs office and demanded that the Marine be arrested. He told the officer the sorry details of his deranged crewmember and expected him to be led away in handcuffs. Sorry, the officer said, all we can do is get him off the boat. He will have to find his own way off the island. Well, said the captain, at least I didn’t kill him.

The captain and his wife had a pleasant time in the islands after the Bermuda and Marine debacle. However, not long after they arrived, a mosquito blessed them with dengue fever. But was it a mosquito or something the Marine brought aboard?  Is there a storm brewing on the horizon or in the crew’s quarters?  Sometimes, you just can’t tell.

So that’s one story of sailing with a crew. Maybe Maureen is right, it just isn’t worth it. Mork and Mindy flew home when we approached Carriacou and we bid them fond farewell for a job well done. We continued on to Grenada and will sail to Trinidad sans crew.

Adverse Currents

The Powers Clan

We were in St. Lucia for all of March and half of April. During that time, we did fly to the States for eight days to attend a gathering of Maureen’s siblings in Arlington VA. We gathered together to remember Michael Powers, Maureen’s younger brother, who passed away ten years ago. Ten years ago, we flew from Guadeloupe for his funeral although it doesn’t seem that long ago. It was a wonderful way to remember a very missed family member.

St. Lucia is our usual mid-season “break” when our daily routine of life aboard changes to include dentist appointments, maintenance or repair issues, and some time docked in a marina. In that respect, we consider St. Lucia an “easy island”. That was no different this time, as our last post described the thru hull issue. Besides crossing paths with cruisers we knew, we always meet new ones. So, our time there always includes many social gatherings, including the ubiquitous Mexican Train Dominoes, and a few beach BBQ’s and dinners. We finally left in Mid-April for the sail to Bequia.

That brings me to the topic of Adverse Currents. The sail south from Rodney Bay to Bequia is about 75 miles. For us, that is about a 12-hour run. We leave St. Lucia very early in the morning to ensure an arrival before sunset. So, at 4 am we set off going south. The weather window was good, with little chance of squalls and moderate winds of 17-20 knots from the east. Motoring the lee side of the islands is usually very calm as the strong winds only occur at the ends of the islands and provide good sailing between them.

We were surprised when going south from Rodney Bay, that in the lee of the island there was a bit of a lumpy sea. Not a short wind chop nor a long swell. I have not seen that before, but it was not that concerning. By sunrise we were past the Pitons and started crossing the St. Vincent Channel. As expected, the winds kicked in, at 20 plus knots due to the end of the island wind compression zone and we were off sailing. Well, actually motor sailing, as the winds were too far forward and there seemed to be a head current.

Sure enough, the current for the next three hours was at least 3 knots on the nose. Wind was on the port beam and seas were moderate. Boat speed through the water was almost a constant 8 knots while over ground speed was only 5. This is known as an Adverse Current!

The East Caribbean islands, the Lesser Antilles, running north and south lie mostly in the path of the westward flowing Equatorial current. This means that this northwest flowing current, which eventually feeds the Gulf Stream current off the U.S. East Coat, must pass between the islands. It is stronger the further south toward Trinidad. The strongest current is usually between Trinidad and Grenada and also between St. Lucia and St. Vincent. It can be locally stronger elsewhere as well. This told me that a head current should be expected. Bequia is the first island of the Grenadines just south of St. Vincent. I was surprised, however, at the strength and duration of the current. As we have crossed this many times, I had to figure out why it was different this time.

East Caribbean Ocean Currents

Ocean currents are long term conditions and don’t change quickly. There are eddies and fluctuations on the order of weeks and seasonal variations. Tidal currents, on the other hand, are daily, usually twice a day. They can add or subtract from the underlying ocean currents. These two currents are very evident in places like the Caribbean Islands. In addition, local weather conditions can also affect the surface conditions. Longer term trends may even play a part (salinity and density play a part in driving ocean currents).

It just so happened, that the full moon was only a day before our passage from St. Lucia. Also, there were consistent eastly trade winds for days. Full moons produce higher tides that “run” toward the moon. As we know, the full moon sets at sunrise which means the tidal current flows west and enhances the west flowing equatorial current. These three conditions and others must have  combined to result in the strong current we experienced. Three quarters of the way across to St. Vincent the current relented and we were doing 8 knots through the water and ground without the iron genny! We made up the time and made it to Bequia in under 12 hours. On talking to other sailors here in Bequia, they too noticed the strong current while sailing south.

Adverse currents certainly affect sailors. But aren’t we all, at one time or another, affected by adverse currents in our lives? The graphic of the ocean currents by Copernicus in the Windy weather site looks much like the Vincent Van Gogh painting The Starry Night. The swirls, twists, turns, and the unexpected of life flow through our lives much like the painting and the graphic. “Go with the flow”, so they say, when you can neither tell where it will lead, nor fathom the mystery director’s course. Van Gogh may have had a clue to sense this as an integral part of all our lives. Certainly, in the political world, adverse currents have surfaced and posed questions of where they lead and who will be affected. A loved one passes, circumstances change, the ocean moves mysteriously. Wouldn’t it be great to have a graphic? Or maybe an artist has already painted a picture for us that we just need to understand and appreciate?     

The Bronze Age

Woody Allen once said “You think God is dead? Try calling a plumber on the weekend.”

He was, of course, talking about people living on land, not on a boat. On land, at least during weekdays, you can call a plumber and probably your home wouldn’t sink and be underwater from basement to attic. On a boat, not so much.

That’s the thing about living on a boat, especially when the boat is not in a marina, tied securely to land with electricity, fresh water or professional help just a phone call (911?) away. Yes, with modern technology like StarLink and Sat Phones you can call anyone from anywhere in the world, including in the middle of the ocean. The issue though is that it is still impossible for the plumber to come and help you. Until Elon perfects teleportation, even he will have a long wait to get a plumber to his new home on Mars.

I bring this up as sailors generally know, that once untethered from land, they rely on their own devices for survival. Nobody is an expert in all the required subjects to survive on a boat at sea – navigation, electronics, seamanship, weather, health, first aid, invasive surgery, fish poisoning, interpersonal relations in confined spaces, firefighting, diesel-gasoline engine mechanics – to mention a few. Metallurgy is probably not on a list many would mention but is just as important, especially when sailing in salt water.

This brings me back to about 3500 BC when the Bronze Age was popular. Bronze statues and implements were all the rage. I guess it was like having an iPad at the time. As we all know, the upheaval around1000 BC drove the price of tin through the thatched roof of the Mediterranean smelters and by necessity the Iron Age sprang forth as a cheaper substitute for bronze. The rest, of course, is history.

But bronze never died out. Sailors worldwide, always on the trailing edge of technology, always had a thing for bronze and its flashier brother brass. Shiney brass is still found on the big oligarchs’ mega yachts as a cheap imitation of gold fittings.

I mention all this as we had a problem with one of our two dozen bronze fittings that, if gone unchecked, would have sunk Kalunamoo. Bronze is used to make and cast thru-hull fittings that allow controlled sea water to enter the vessel. The operative word is control. Uncontrolled sea water entry is also known as sinking – almost like Elon’s “premature disassembly by premature expansion of fuel”. This controlled salty sea water is used in a variety of ways. Toilets use it for obvious reasons. Engines use it for cooling, galleys use it to clean dishes, refrigerators use it to make things cold, and it is even possible to filter out the salt and use as drinking water. On Kalunamoo, there are actually 25 separate fittings to let sea water in or out of the hull for these reasons. They all have bronze fittings and valves to control the flow.

The Old Thru Hiull

The other day, while checking the basement of Kalunamoo – called the bilge – I saw water where there should be none. Working back “up stream” I found it’s source at the top of a brass valve, actually the 90 degree brass elbow on the top of the valve, that seemed to have a lot of crusty corrosion on it. Wiping away the crusty stuff released a steady stream of seawater that sprouted forth. Not a good thing to see. It wasn’t a tremendous flood of water but it could not go unchecked. Close the valve and it should stop the flow. It didn’t. The valve handle moved in the right direction, but the internal ball didn’t. “Rescue Tape” was immediately applied to stop the flow, which by now was more than just a trickle. I also put a wooden plug in to stop the flow.

Long story short (too late), our cruiser friend Jason came over with his scuba tank, dived under the boat and plugged the intake from the outside with a wooden plug. We could not figure out how to fix it in the water. It became apparent that the whole thru hull had to be replaced which meant we had to be hauled out of the water to do that.

The Plug

Fortunately, we were in Rodney Bay, St. Lucia which has a marina and good haul out facility. The only one on the island. A good marine chandlery, Island Water World, is there where new parts were had. The next day, after some delay we were hauled, and four hours later the new thru hull, valve and elbow were installed. The boat spent that night on the hard while we went to Bay Haven Hotel for the night. The next day, after some more delays, we splashed and sailed back to anchor in the bay. All’s well that ends well. No leaks with the new bronze fittings.

I mentioned metallurgy as an important subject for sailors. Bronze, being an alloy, mostly of the element of copper with small amounts of tin, zinc, aluminum, and nickel is a fascinating subject to those so inclined. And I’m sure electrolysis, noble metals, electrolytic properties of salt water, stray electric currents and other arcane subjects would surface in any sailor’s discussion of this incident.  All play a part, but I will not go into the details or controversies here. The essential lesson learned was what our friend Mark has taught: “Everything on the boat is broken, you just don’t know it yet”. He might have added, “But you will eventually”. 

The New Thru Hull

This has kept us busy for a few days, allowed us to unload some “excess” funds, to give thanks to friends who helped, and to the luck we had finding that above mentioned “eventually” before a negative buoyancy issue put a damper on our home. The Age of Bronze lives on. 

On Turning 77

By this time, I thought, I would have had the answers. Given enough time, and 77 years seems long enough, not only for the answers but the persuasive abilities to convince others. The knowledge and experience, layered upon circumstances, endlessly repeated, should have given me the ability to judge the proper course that should be set. And yet the world moves on, regardless of what I think or do. 

“The spiritual meaning of the number 77 holds a profound significance in our lives, inviting us to delve deeper into self-awareness, introspection, and personal growth. By embracing this energy and incorporating it into our daily routines, we can unlock new dimensions of understanding and wisdom.”

Easy for them to say. The physical body, far from personal growth, seems to lose functionality at an alarming rate. Self-awareness and introspection, combined with hard of hearing, and short-term memory loss, renders such efforts ineffective in even finding the car keys (oh, I forgot, I don’t have a car).

“In Christian tradition, the number 7 represents completion or perfection. The number 77 may symbolize an important turning point or moment of spiritual awakening in one’s life journey.”

Sister Mary Slap-on-the-Wrist did her best when I was 7. At 77 it only now kicks in? I hope I was not sleepwalking for the last 70 years.

“Judaism and Islam place significant importance on the number 7 as well, particularly in their sacred texts. The number 77 could represent a call to deeper understanding or connection with spiritual truths. In Chinese culture, the number 7 is considered lucky due to its resemblance to the word for “life” in Mandarin. Similarly, in Hinduism and Buddhism, the number 7 is associated with chakras – energy centers within the body – suggesting that the number 77 may be linked to our spiritual growth and development.”

Well that is a little more positive. I could use a little more of the “energy centers within the body”. Especially after a big lunch and a few rhums. I fear I am becoming a Mexican with a love of siesta

But answers to life’s questions, if one believes life asks them, are as elusive as ever. It seems we must look inside one’s self to find any answers. Now they tell me! Socrates was right all along. It is not the answers we seek, but only the questions we ask that are important.

 So, what questions do I have after kicking around for 77 years? I know why the sky is blue, why ego causes war, why man is the only animal that blushes, or needs to (thanks Mark Twain). I know that

77  Sunset Strip was a TV show 1958-1964, that 77 is the only number that can be expressed as the sum of the first eight prime numbers: 2 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 11 + 13 + 17 + 19; that James Bond climbing the Hills of Genoa could be called 0077.

What Agnes Collard called, “untimely questions”, should I ask? Questions that are difficult to answer because they rely on our own experiences to frame. Songwriters Lymon, Santiago and Merchant asked “Why do fools fall in love”. We all fall in love with people, places or things, so I guess we are all fools at some point in our lives. What is the answer to that?

So, we are in St. Lucia (ala- looking for a shaker of salt?) and asking questions with infrequent, conflicting, reflexive and sometimes perplexing answers. And yet the world goes on, despite our explicit opinions and advice. Well, at least the weather is warm and sunny, but where are those dam car keys?

How’s the Parking?

We spent three weeks in Martinique. Maureen and I managed to remember a few words in French which didn’t carry us much beyond “Good day”, or “2 chocolate croissants”.  Our friends Polda and Nada, staying at an Airbnb in St. Anne, graciously drove us to the Pottery Village (last blog), the Decathlon for some sporting goods and a few restaurants. We also spent time with other cruisers we knew who passed thru St. Anne including two jam sessions aboard Kalunamoo. One thing about staying in one place for an extended period is that eventually cruisers that you know will stop by and say hello.

Just don’t stop and stare, say hello in there, Hello”. Thanks John Prine, we’re almost at that age.

By the end of February, we were ready to move south. “February made me shiver, with every forecast I predicted…” Thanks Don Mclean.

The weather, since the end of January through most of February was not the best for island passages. The Trade winds were roaring almost constantly, and rain squalls were a virtual daily occurrence. Wind 25 knots plus with higher gusts in squalls and seas over 10 feet kept us in port. We recorded 30 knot gusts at anchor in St Anne. The total rainfall we measured (yes, we have a rain gauge) for February was 5.46 inches. For comparison, the average February rainfall in Martinique is 2.17 inches. The average wettest month in Martinique is October with a total of 9.4 inches. Their yearly total is 81 inches. No need for a water maker last month!

The weather window on the last day of February was predicted to be fair to sail south. St Lucia is only a 4-hour sail, and conditions were good until the north end of the island. Of course, as luck would have it, just as the compressed winds at the end of the island kick in and boost winds 5-10 knots, a squall was also coming off the island. Rain, wind and waves made the last hour into Rodney Bay “salty” but all ended well in the calm water of the bay. We dropped the hook, lowered the dink, went ashore, entered Customs and had and wonderful lunch at Sea Salt.

That brings me to the topic of this blog. Among the many concerns cruisers have when discussing ports and sailing are two that are ubiquitous. The first is the question of how rolly the anchorage is in the chosen port. I wrote about this before and quantified the answer in Kalunamoo’s 7 Stage Roll Guide. From 1, which is “Calm as a lake” to 7 which is “WTF? We’re out of here”. We have experienced all seven stages over the last number of years. Of course, conditions are not static and so all anchorages could experience different stages at any time. Hence the question of “How’s the Parking” is germane to specific time and place.

Going ashore in Normandy

The second concern asks the question of “How’s the Parking” in regard to the anchorage and also to the vessel’s car, (i.e – the dinghy). This entails wanting to know the location, condition, size, safety, and popularity of the “parking spot” for the car when going ashore. It is true that most dinghies can be landed ashore on a beach. Provided that is where you want to be, maybe to go swimming or have a brie on the beach, and that is fine. You do have to consider the surf conditions at the shoreline as most dinghys and passengers prefer to stay dry while aboard the craft and expect to walk off on dry land. It is rather embarrassing to land on a beach after a wave fills it with sand and water because your timing was off, judging the surf. Remember pictures of the Normandy landing? For those who have never experienced this type of adventure, they haven’t cruised enough. We have cruised enough.

The other option is to park the car at a specified “dingy dock”. I’m not too sure if that term is meant to describe the dock itself or the craft it is meant to serve. We have seen, and used, many that must refer to the former as one can almost experience the Normandy Beach Landing on such “dinghy docks”.

Two of the above described “docks” come to mind. The floating pontoon dock at Pirates Beach, St Anne and the “walk the plank” dock in English Harbor. I can accept the Pirates Beach situation more than the English Harbor one (which is literally in the shadow of the mega-yachts there). There are others which I will not mention, that fit the same bill. All I can say is that good coordination and balance is required when using these docks or proper swimsuits are recommended. (Note to self – get pictures of these!)

Leap of Faith, Jones!

As mentioned above, finding a suitable place to park one’s car (see cruiser’s definitions above) extends to other concerns. Many docks are specific to businesses that maintain them (like a parking lot for their customers). These don’t always mean they are maintained as well as their shore based parking lots. The one for Budget Marine in Falmouth Harbor, Antigua requires a certain agility and a “leap of Faith”. Some require rock climbing experience, especially at low tide (I’m thinking of you, St. Anne, Martinique). Some require expertise in short distance sprints when ocean swells gush up from under your feet if you’re not fast enough to outrun them (I’m thinking of you Deshaies, Guadeloupe).

To be fair there are some very good docks to be found: Jolly Harbor Marina, and the Falmouth town dinghy dock in Antigua. Bequia, Le Marin, and others, if sometimes too small are really good. (I’m thinking of the very small one at Marina Bas-du-Fort, Guadeloupe). Most marinas have decent dinghy docks although some restrict who can use them to go ashore outside the marina.

Rodney Bay Marina Dinghy Dock

Other issues concern the safety of leaving your car and expecting it be there when you return to it. I guess it is like a convertible car ashore with the top down. It is easy to get in and hot wire it away. Our defense against such occurrences relies onheavy chain. Notice too, in the picture, how tight the parking is. The car is just one big rubber inflatable fender. No worries about door dings from cars parked too close together. On the other hand, it is common curtsey not to tie up tight to the dock. This way others can squeeze in, something the driver on the right doesn’t understand. Also, the dock itself could be classified as a “porcupine” dock. Nails, spikes, and other implements of dinghy destruction are embedded into the dock ready to deflate the unaware. Don’t ask why I know this.

St Anne, Martinique
Falmouth Town Dinghy Dock
Portsmouth PAYS dock, which has since been repaired
Deshaies, Guadeloupe
Le Marin, Martinique

Well, I suppose a whole guidebook could be written about dinghy docks, where they are, their condition and usefulness and maybe someday there will be one. It is a subject that deserves some consideration. Of course, the business owners or authorities that construct and maintain these, seem to have little interest in the subject. Maybe if the customers, who need them and help support those businesses came into their stores in soaking wet bathing suits because that was the only way to get there, they might reconsider. Or maybe not.

The Voyage South and Neg Marons

This from the Captain’s Log

“It is the second week of the second month and as I last penned in this sea journal, the Windman Cometh had cometh and has yet to depart. In the clutches of this adversary, we make our plans. This captain and his mate resolve to sail south with full knowledge of the prevailing conditions bestowed upon the winds and seas, trusting their stout vessel will see and carry them thru.  “Set course and make for way to Ilet a Kahouanne”. That little speck of rock northwest off the rugged Guadeloupe coast was our north star. From there, head downwind to Pte. Du Gros Morne and Anse Deshaies. That deep water harbor will shelter us for the night, out of the eastly swell and winds. But it is well known that the little harbor serves up some might gusts flowing down the valley and out to all vessels hooked into its deep seabed. Dragging their anchors in the gusty nights is a most common occurrence to those luckless sailors in that lovely harbor, one that this captain is well aware of.  We set sail with reefed main and flew only the Yankee stay and made good our southerly course. The seas were up but not overpowering as we sailed into the early afternoon. We fetched up and dropped the hook in 5 fathoms. It set well, but the anchorage was full and our swing took our vessel uncomfortably close to a nearby sloop. In less than an hour, orders we given to weigh anchor and to make for Malendure before dark.”

The open roadstead at Malendure has ample space to anchor. Being half way down the west coast of the big island, it is immune, mostly, of any swell but the dreaded northerlies. None were forecast, and so it was the safe harbor that we sought. 

Le Rocher de Malendure

Arriving near sunset we dropped the hook close to shore. A few light showers passed by, but the evening grew still, and a restful night lay ahead without the concern of dragging anchors.

We stayed another day and lunched at the headland restaurant Le Rocher de Malendure. A very pleasant eatery. Before retiring for another peaceful night, we contacted a fellow cruiser, s/v BeBe anchored in the next Anse south, Bouillante. Bouillante is known for its geothermal power plant. The hot springs supply the energy for the town and surrounding area. The discharge of the warm water supplies a hot tub experience in the bay.

Arrangements were made to play Mexican Train Dominoes the next afternoon, which we did, and then made plans to sail to Le Saints at sunrise. That evening, the population of Bouillante, held a celebration ashore. It must have been a warmup to the French Carnaval in Forte de France. Drums boomed, voices in the night, a cacophony of competing bands echoed in the anchorage. Fortunately by 2100, they closed down and peace prevailed.

At Anchore in The Saints

The sail to the Le Saints was not as difficult as anticipated. Despite strong winds and moderate seas, we crossed over from Vieux Fort without too much discomfort. Arriving in the Saints by noon, all moorings were occupied, and so we dropped the hook off Tete Rouge. This would only be an overnight stay, so no shore leave was granted. The next day we were off to Dominica. We were on a mission to get to Martinique before the winds and seas kicked up again. The sail to Dominica was not terrible and again spent one night in Portsmouth before continuing south to Martinique.

It is at the ends of these islands that the winds and seas build above the prevailing conditions that makes passages “sporty”. This is due to the “compression zone” where the easterly winds whip around the ends of the island, think of the amusement park ride – the Whip. Sailing off the southern tip of Dominica we were faced with 25 kts and short steep waves. Ugh! But an hour or so later, thrashing thru it all, the seas settled down somewhat for the remainder of the sail to St. Pierre in Martinique.

It would be another overnight in St. Pierre and then the final leg to St. Anne. The last 10 miles of that leg is a bear.

St Anne is ten miles due east of Diamond Rock. We got to Diamond Rock with favorable current but that meant it was wind against current. This builds short steep seas. Rounding Diamond was a challenge and passing close by nerve racking. Then we faced ten miles directly up wind to St Anne. The other option was to continue past Diamond and sail halfway to St Lucia and then tack back to Martinique. We opted to motor sail, close hauled, directly to St Anne.

St. Anne

By afternoon we dropped the hook in 3 fathoms in the Mouillage de Ste Anne. I made sure our hook was well dug into the sandy bottom and declared our 200 mile trek from Antigua was completed. The anchorage is choppy but not rolly and as expected, the Trade Winds are up again for another week. We will be here for a while! Time to enjoy French cuisine and a bit of “out and about” excursions. The first of which was to Le Village de la Poterie.

Ex-cruising friends , Nada and Polde(s/v NADA) are in St Anne for a month and they invited us to go with them to the Pottery Village near Trois Islets. Nada drove and despite some misdirection and a long traffic delay because of road repair, we had a lovely time and a great lunch at Le Jardin des Envies.

Le Village was a late 1600’s Jesuit cite and then a building materials facility in the 1700’s. Terracotta bricks are still made there. But today it is mostly an enclave for local artists, craftsmen, cafes, restaurants and yes, t-shirt vendors, including a go-cart track! I believe it is also home of The Men of Clay.

We have seen these “claymen” in the Fort de France carnival a few times. They paint  themselves in terracotta like makeup and parade in the carnival. They then freeze in the posture of clay statues in the style of the Neg Marons (runaway slaves and freemen of the Caribbean). It is really something to see.

We’ll be here for a few weeks before heading south to St. Lucia and hope the winds and seas become more amendable to moving about. Are we the Neg Maron’s escaping the clutches of the weather? Until then, viva la France!

The Windman Cometh

When I was younger (not all that long ago), I used to windsurf or sailboard. That was before kiteboarding and wing foiling came around. It was fun and didn’t require too much equipment, although carbon fiber masts and multiple sails could always be added to my inventory. Sailboarding wasn’t particularly difficult and didn’t require extraordinary strength. It was like learning to ride a bicycle. It required a good ability to balance, and a good ability to swim! But the most important thing was that you had to learn to be “one with the wind”.

When the wind was “up”, up came the board, the sail was rigged and off I was scooting around the marina. To be “one with the wind” meant that you had to feel the wind pressure on the sail thru your arms, the minute wind angle changes thru the hair on your back, and shifting your body posture to capture the energy to propel you forward.

This is also true while sailing small boats. But the larger the boat the less you have that connection. When you get to heavy cruising boats like Kalunamoo, these subtle wind changes have little effect and the sense of being with the wind almost vanishes. But not totally.

Living on a boat always involves “being one with the wind and weather”. I write this as we are anchored in Falmouth Harbor, Antigua and the start of a week or two of strong trade winds. It will be quite different than the last few weeks of gentle, if not calm, winds.

This was fortunate as our daughter Melanie and son-in-law Dave flew down and stayed with us for a week. The winds were very calm for a few days which made for an easy ride up to Nonsuch Bay and Green Island. This is usually a slog upwind with large seas and not something to look forward to. But the wind cooperated, and we had a great time behind the reefs. Snorkeling and swimming were very pleasant in those conditions.

In fact, the wind really didn’t pick up much for the entire week, so sailing was not really in the cards The downwind run back to Falmouth was another motor sail but at least we caught a barracuda to make an interesting run.

Dinners aboard and ashore were wonderful, fresh lobsters and French cuisine despite some pirate activity.

But weather changes, and it looks like the “Christmas Winds” came late this year as strong trade winds are forecast until the end of the month. Melanie and Dave departed, a day of cloudy rainy weather arrived, and the Windman Cometh.

Winds out of the east at 25 knots plus, gusts to near 30 for two weeks will build seas to 10 feet between islands. In other words, we will hunker down here for the duration. Falmouth is well protected so there is no danger, but we will have to get used to the wind whistling in the rigging again. There is enough to do here in Falmouth so that is not a problem. We could also go around to the west side of the island: Jolly Harbor or Deep Bay if we want.

The technical explanation for this weather pattern is complex but can be simplified. The relatively light winds were the result of cold fronts coming down from the States to around Puerto Rico. They eliminated the pressure differential between the tropics and the central Atlantic that powers the eastly trade winds. That pattern persisted for a few weeks. That pattern has changed and so typical pressures return and strong winter trades blow!

When the cold fronts come to the States, the winds react in the Caribbean. Fires rage in the west, the new President huddles indoors for his inauguration, kids play in the snow while we hear the rigging blow. When the Windman Cometh, we are one with the wind but with the realization that we can only acquiesce to its effects. It is a reality check. Is that a similarity with those delusional characters and their eventual reality check, Eugene O’Neill wrote about in the play, The Iceman Cometh? Some could say that the flow of Caribbean rum and the perception of living in paradise makes the comparison valid. When the character Hickey arrived on the stage, the parties began, reality faded. But by the end of the play, O’Neill wrote that reality catches up to all.

KORU has arrived here. The impressive, although not that pretty KORU, sits in Falmouth Harbor. Jeff Bezos’s 417 foot mega yacht shares the waters we both float in. That yacht itself can be considered a delusional idea of reality. A constant party in Paradise. Who lives on such a thing?

Yes, in the end we become one with the wind, and reality does catch up with all of us when the Windman Cometh. We acquiesce to its dictates and wait for calmer seas. Reality will not be

refused.

And Just Like That it Became 2025

Bang! Boom! Flash! Really? In the middle of the night? “Oh, its only New Year’s midnight, go back too sleep” And just like that it became 2025.

Buried in a plastic storage bin in our daughter’s house is a 1968 reel to reel audio tape I recorded in my parent’s Brooklyn home. It was New Year’s Eve. Mom, dad, brother, sister (with her year and half old daughter) and I were watching Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians play Auld Lang Syne on live TV from the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York City. It was another typical New Year’s Eve at home. “House parties”, banging on pots and pans at midnight, making eggnog, wearing silly hats and of course, watching the ball drop in Times Square was a yearly ritual. Actually, for many that has not changed much.

Guy Lombardo, Dick Clark, Brian Seaquest, and countless other performers I have no clue of, filled and continues to fill the airways on this one night a year event. Airways, however, are now complemented with cell towers, WiFi, and direct satellite transmissions. Emails, video messages, text’s, Tik Tok, X, explode with greetings from all over the world at the stroke of midnight. Influencers, pundits, historians, commentators, sober or not, each give their considered opinion on the past year and the coming year. I write sober or not as professional drinkers may shun the night but I think it is still the number one day for alcohol sales and use. Some things never change.

The New Year of 1969 was a turning point for me. I graduated from college that June, started sailing in the merchant marine and became serious with Maureen. Turning 21 three months after new year’s was the start of a new life. Maybe that is why I turned that recorder on that night. It was a night and a time, that I could never repeat but only remember.

Maureen and I flew back to Antigua and Kalunamoo on this New Year’s Eve, had dinner on the waterfront and retired well before midnight. And just like that, it became a new year as I drifted back to sleep hearing Auld Lang Syne off in the distance while fireworks exploded over the palm trees of the Caribbean. Just another night in paradise. Nothing wrong with that.

Well, does that sound like the same old same old? We have been in the Lesser Antilles for 12 years now, island hoping with jaunts back to the “old country”. The people we meet who travel the same way are literal float in and out acquaintances. It is true that we have the capability of sailing to distance shores as that seems to be the main motivating force in most of the cruisers we meet. “Going across the pond”, “Will walk the trail of Ulysses”, “Made canal reservation, down-wind to Tahiti”, “Loved our time in Singapore”, “Cape Town is a must”.

Yes, we heard them all. As Jimmy Buffet sang, many have heard mother ocean call. Maybe if we were 15 years younger, when our bones didn’t creak as much, when being carefree didn’t have as many restrictions as it does now, we too could move on to distance shores. I’ll admit to being a little jealous at times, but we always send them off with good wishes and hopes that we will see them again.

There is good reason to believe that the world is at a turning point that will test our understanding, or even our acceptance, of it. Someone just caught a fish and sold it in Japan for 1.3 million dollars. A guy in New York hasn’t cut his hair in 50 years (its not me). Drones may fill the sky and blot out the stars while information continues to spread like wildfire. Soldiers will continue to be sent off to war, as if that solves anything. I read that a Rabbi has used AI to write a sermon.    

So what will this new year bring us?  We hope for warm breezes and sunshine; clear waters and fine wine; sweet rhums and better puns; good news and infrequent blues. We’ll sail when the time seems right and even travel by air when the time is tight. We are still open for new adventures, large or small, and hope our body parts accept them all.

Island hopping will continue, maybe at a slower pace. As we watch the weather, and asses the seas, trim the sails and stop the leaks, repair what fails and watch for whales, and just like that, another year will pass, AAGWWP (Always Afloat, God Willing, Weather Permitting).