Up early, on the move when you can just about see. Off the ball and we are on our way to Grenada. The wind forecast shows that we’ll be beating all the way there. And a beating we will take

A beat is when you sail into the wind. Since you can’t actually sail directly into the wind you have to sail as close as you can and for us that means about 40 degrees toward the wind. The other side effect is that the waves are also coming from the same direction as the wind. So yup you guessed it, crash boom bah over every wave.

Dinner was good, tho for some reason the bouncing around that early in the morning no one felt 100%.

Everyone was up and helped raise the sails after we cleared the island. I talked Christine into putting on a patch cause it was gonna be a long day of bouncing around. Wayne lasted for a while then took a nap for 1/2 of the trip.

At the 1/2 way mark, 45 miles from either coast a little red boat appears with 4 guys in it. I see the on minute then they disappear in the trough of the next wave. I see the helmsman working the waves to keep from launching over the waves but ate still headed towards us. With the stories of pirates and civil unrest in Trinidad and this 20foot boat this far from land, I wasn’t sure what to think. Well they only came close enough to give us a hand signal to fall off to the port. So I can only assume they didn’t want us to run over some fishing gear or something. After we fell off 20 degrees they just turned around.

Speaking of fishing we drug those lines for 90 + miles today and no fish to show for it. The one lure did have several new teeth marks on it, but no fish bit the hook.

Our track and the wind probably show when we gave up, dropped canvas, turned on the engines, and Wayne got to play trawler captain. The wind was coming out of where we wanted to go and our course was taking us in the general direction. But we were getting further and further from the island. When our course was putting us 13 miles off track our long day was getting exponentially longer. Hence the crash bang boom into the waves to get here after 15+ hours of getting covered in salt.

Chicken and pasta concoction came together put all right even while holding both pots on the stove as we bounced over the waves.

Prickly bay is a crowded little place but since we were coming in after dark with out a moon. We came to a place we had at least been before. One of he sailors rules is never enter an unknown anchorage at night. This one has a couple of channels so we thought that might help. Of course they are not lit. Finding enough space to allow for swing room was a challenge as this bay is deep so you need lots of room and judging distances in the dark is not easy. We found a spot. Must have scared the boat behind us cause he came out and sat on his bow while we anchored. We have 50 meters of chain out in 10 meters of water,they call that 5 to 1 scope. Normally 7to 1 is what we shoot for.

It’s all good a cold beverage and a shower and some free Internet in paradise. I’ll clear us into the country in the morning.

No. But it sure is comfortable after a day in the sun. The electrician stopped by to check on the inverter. As we suspected we let all the good smoke out of the box and there is no way to put it back in the box. Oh well it’s a B.O.A.T. Which stands for Break Out Another Thousand

So we got some recommendations for dinner in the area from James from surepower and had a nice dinner ashore at the restaurant at Peaks called Zanzibar and finished off the last of our rum. Good thing we are on the move to Grenada in the wee hours tomorrow. The have rum factories there where they still use water wheels to squeeze the nectar out of the sugar cane.

Long day coming up tomorrow. Hopefully the wind cooperates.