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Galveston was a celebration

It was certainly an interesting show watching Matt get used to driving in a car, going over 10 miles per hour, in traffic.  He is normally the calm, cool, collected one, but in this instance he had a few choice words for fellow drivers.  We both needed a drink once we arrived at the hotel where the festivities were to being immediately upon arrival.  We were here to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of our good friends Donald and Ruth.  Yep, you read that right – 50 years together!  What’s equally amazing is that Ruth’s sister will be celebrating her 50th wedding anniversary in a few months, another couple had their 50th anniversary a few months ago, and another couple is going on 54 years.  It is such a blessing to see that type of love is still thriving in so many couples.  It gives you hope that your love can endure despite so many people throwing in the towel.  Donald and Ruth certainly set an amazing example of how it is done and they are an inspiration to us.   I just did the math, Matt and I will be 88/89 respectively when that time comes around for us so we are going to need to ensure we stay healthy!

Upon arrival, we checked in, dropped our bags and bee lined to Shrimp N Stuff, one of Donald’s favorites, where we met the happy couple and Ruth’s brother Gene and Annette.  Early Friday morning Matt and I headed out to run some errands to buy some “boat stuff”.  But first, we had to make a stop at Chick-Fil-A, my favorite and boy was it beyond scrumptious.


Afterwards, we hit Bed, Bath, and Beyond to pick up some kitchen supplies and a mattress topper (we’ve been sleeping on egg cushions on top of a typical boat mattress and although its fine for a few weeks, it is a little hard on the back after a few months).  Then we hit Target and Super Cuts where Matt got his lovely locks cut off by a sweet girl who fresh out of cosmotology school, complete with purple hair and nose ring.  We headed back to the hotel where we met Donald and Ruth in their room and shared stories as I went through our stash they so delightfully brought to us, which included some sundry articles easier found on amazon than in the islands.  I sent over 40 items ranging from courtesy flags, dry bags, ditch bag & medical bag replacements, new windlass remote, essential oils (from my sister) and of course tons and tons of mail from our mail center.  It was like Christmas in April.  Now I just needed to repack it all, in addition to our new purchases in such a way that we can check it all on to the plane.  Friday night a huge group of us headed over to Olympia for dinner which was a precursor to the fun we were to have next night.

Saturday we woke up to a day of fun.  Our hosts had a room blocked for breakfast and then snacks throughout the day.  After breakfast, Matt and I wandered around the historic downtown seaport area.  There are tons of shops, eateries and galleries.  After about an hour of walking we ran into Donald and decided to go to the Children’s fair which had just about every type of activity a kid could want – including Big Bird.  So our resident “Child” waited patiently for her turn in line.

Is Big Bird giving the camera the bird?

After the fair, we headed over to the Texas Seaport Museum (Maritime Museum).  What an interesting museum with information on Elissa the magnificent sailing vessel that we saw during Navy Days in Corpus Christi, to the history of Texas immigrants and more.  It was wonderful.

Matt and I dressing up as arriving immigrants.


Afterwards, lunch, Matt and Charlie headed to the Ocean Stars Offshore Oil Drilling and Rig museum.  Then Matt and I had to learn how to play dress up again, using a blow dryer, full make-up, panties, and heels.  Oh dear, I hope I don’t make a fool of myself in these things.  Everyone looked so gorgeous and happy as we entered cocktail hour. I designated myself the photographer (and sure wished we brought the nice camera) of the weekend and occupied myself by floating in and out of conversations, snapping photos and enjoying a refreshing cocktail.  Kathy and Kerri, Donald’ and Ruth’s daughters gave beautiful heart warming speeches that made everyone laugh and then put on a slide show reviewing Donald and Ruth’s life.  It was so uplifting and beautiful.  Of course, many guests chimed in with their stories and good times were had by all.

The weather had been absolutely perfect since we arrived, but it had to come to an end on the day we were leaving. I think Texas was just sad to see Matt and I leave 🙂  We were expecting a huge storm, with possible tornadoes so we got up early Sunday morning to ensure we made it to the airport in time.  We had to feed and return the car, hop on the shuttle and check all of our baggage.  We had plenty of time to spare.  We loaded onto the plane thinking we made it before the storm.  Pulled away from the jet bridge and sat….the weather had turned and we waited to depart for over 45 minutes.  Normally not a problem as AA had the individual TV screens and I was in the middle of a great movie, but we only had a 60 minute layover in MIA so it looked like we were going to miss our connection.  We landed in MIA 40 minutes late, sprinted to the gate (luckily it was in the same terminal, but the opposite end) and boarded on last call.  What are the chances our luggage made it?  We landed in SXM with no problems, and so did our luggage.  We grabbed everything, hailed a cab and met Contrary Mary folks at the SMYC for some late sun downers, would that be called moon uppers?  It was a whirlwind trip, but so worth it to be side by side with our friends as they celebrated such a beautiful milestone.

Galveston was a celebration of friends and extended family.   Celebrating the commitment and longevity that seems to be hard to come by these day.  Over the years we have learned tons from Donald and Ruth. Recipes, Sailing, Communication, Respect, and of course the Texas history as they knew growing up in Texas for so many years.  We were luck to be included as part of the extended family in their 50 years celebration.. Which is longer than either of has been kicking ourselves.  Inspiring and amazing.

In search of the Oracle

Dropped our stinky trash, raised anchor, and opened up the jib in search of the oracle of goats. Down wind for a short 3 mile run to a “new to us” island, Ile Fourchue. We scored the last mooring. The goats were the last inhabitants of this private island, they ate themselves all the vegetation, which is only now starting to come back, but it was a delightful place to stop. Away from everything, not even cell service was abound and the boats that were there too were spaced out and well behaved.  well most of them. Some of the day charter boats come in and are loud and pick up the moorings like they own the place. At least in here and in Columbier we did see dive crews working/inspecting the moorings and anytime a 60+ footer picked up a mooring they would remind them that they were too big and asked them to move off the mooring ball. Snorkeled a bit on the suggested dive sites, was a bit silty with the wave directions and not a whole lot to see, but we tried a couple of places. Friends were more successful spotting a nurse shark under a ledge, but another relaxing day – tho the mountains were calling.

I got this

Entertainment was watching the “Moorings” boats come in, as it is the first stop  to try and to find a comfortable place to anchor or stop for the evening. The charter boats do not have marks on the anchor chain, so you don’t know how much chain you have out, or how well it will hold. Most charters are not normally used to anchoring out either so its always entertaining. One particularly good show was a moorings boat number 1 came in, with a pretty good crew with the understanding of trying to count the chain as it goes down, select a nice spot and get a good hook. Then a hour later another moorings boat comes in number 2 and anchors on top of  number 1. Number 1 lets it ride till it starts to get late and realizes number 2 is staying. Number 1 picks up and moves, this time takes 3 times to get a comfortable hook for them. Then number 2 decides to move as well, and moves into the spot where number 1 had been all along. Oh well. The best show was when an almost 50 foot monohull comes in just before dark, and tried to anchor but doesn’t get the anchor to go down, and gets “looks” and “bitch arms” (you know when you put your hands on your hips and get in the fighting stance) from already moored boats as they were too close. I was one of the ones who thought they were too close. They tried over 3 times to anchor before they decided to try to pick up a mooring ball.  I kept an eye on them for a while watching as they attempted 6 times to pick up the last remaining mooring ball in the anchorage. I thought, did Moorings checked out the captain’s credentials? Oh well, dropped the dinghy and went over to help them in, just barked orders as to what they needed to do and was able to get them safely on the ball for the night.

Sun rise over the ravines

Squalls at night and we spun around our mooring a few times, and some gusty winds in the valleys between the peaks a good reason to have the boats spread out in that anchorage.

We were up early and had saw another boat dinghy to shore and find a trail to hike on, so we had breakfast and followed along.   They were from Canada and made it to the center valley and we wanted to make it to the peak.


Known for stickers and rocks we actually took shoes on this hike. Some thing really strange about wearing shoes for the first time in months, but definitely came in handy on some slippery rocks.

We hiked to one of the tallest points, using both hands and feets to get over some of the slippery vertical sections. Rewarded with some good views and serious gusts of wind we were still hanging on or sitting down when on the top of the peak. Made it back down and over a few more peaks for fun, took a few pictures and it was about time to head back to Saint Marten. Not sure where we were heading we heard from our fiends on the VHF that the southside was a bit rolly and they were heading the french side – we opted for an around the north side of the island run which was a downwind, in just enough breeze to run on the jib alone for what turned out to be an 18 mile run. We had some decent sun on the solar so we were also making water and just taking an slow run to somewhere.

Half way up the hill

Atop Pikes Peak of Ile Fourche

 

How small we look from up here

 

Previous hikers left a heart in the valley that screamed of a photo op…

Sunset at Ile Fourche

Closer to the Sun

Somewhere turned out to be Anse Marcel – another new stop for us.

Heiney-Ken Regatta

Folks have asked, why are you still there? Why are you still in Saint Maarten, you can go anywhere you like but you spent months there already. Its be cause of the parties of course. First it was the Cruisers Party from CruisersOutpost.com – had a great time last year and again this year, then the ultimate Beer Can Regatta – aka, the Heineken party disguised as a boat race was shortly to follow.

Fun times at the 2017 Heineken Regatta held in St. Maarten this year!  We were planning on anchoring around the same area we were last year (right by the start/finish line), but the weather was not cooperating and the seas would have beaten us up.   The Gill’s Commodore’s Cup, the first race on Thursday, Matt and I decided to take Sweet N Low, our dinghy out to the start which sounds all fine and dandy until you get lost in the 1-2 meter seas (for the American followers that is 3-6′) which is HUGE when you are in a dinghy.  But, we braved the waves, the seas, the swamp a$$ in order to be front and center of the race which was truly spectacular.  We lasted a little over an hour before it got “uncomfortable” and headed back to the boat to prepare for the first regatta party at Port de Plaisance (PDP) marina which was loads of fun ($1 beer and $2 vodka drinks), dj, dancing, and ran into some new friends


Emily and Tim from “Play”, the Ogre and Princess from Contrary Mary, and Sugar Shack


Then the ladies had some fun at a photo booth (Princess, Emily, and the Easter bunny)


Hank and Cathy Schmit from Avocation (who run Offshore Passage Opportunities)


On Friday, the first official race day of the Heinken Regatta the boats are to sail around the island and we decided to take the big boat out as the dinghy was just too small for the weather conditions.  We loaded our friends from Contrary Mary, several coolers of cold beverages and took Sugar Shack out into the middle of the race!  Matt expertly navigated out the way of the racers while maintaining a great position to see the start of each of the different races.  Once most were across the start line we headed to the first marker (by Rue Baile Longue) to watch the boats jockey for position to make the best tack.  Just as we were approaching the marker, we heard on the live broadcast and caught a glimpse of the 40′ Nautitech catamaran that t-boned a small 30′ monohull, Solstice.  Luckily nobody was hurt, but Solstice had to “retire” from the race but they were able to race again the next.  Super exciting to be anchored at such a pivotal  point in the race.

These two photos were taken by Tim Wright Photoaction.com and found on the St. Maarten Heineken Regatta Instagram account – he captured the collision and impact on Solstice.



And another unfortunate event, the Green Dragon was de masted. Boats are pushed to their limits during this competitive race and it doesn’t always work out for the best.

Before, on the way out

After the carbon decided it had enough

Spinnaker on the loose

Racing action.


Friday nights part was in Philipsburg  which is a long bus ride so we opted out of these festivities and stayed in Simpson Bay instead.  Here is the official Heineken Regatta’s Facebook page with tons of photos from the parties and races.

Sugar Shack outpacing the racers with our twin Volvo 50 engines

This is one of the gunboats–either Flow or Momentum

And this beauty is Morticia, first time racing and she won her class!!


Saturday, race day 2, we hosted 6 friends (Contrary Mary and 4 friends from Toe Jam).  We took Sugar Shack out to the start and bobbed around watching the windward/leeward races between all the different classes.  Matt of course jockeying to stay out of the race course while trying to get the best vantage point.  Of course we had to be the first boat to cross the finish – even if we were not entered into the race 🙂  We feasted like kings and queens with the Ogre’s mouth watering ribs, smoke salmon and cream cheese pinwheel crepes, bruschetta and fresh baked cookies.  Our intention was to head to Kimsha Beach to attend the regatta party, but we ended up staying on our boat, enjoying spritzers, beer, and fabulous stories!


Sunday, the final day of the race was a “recovery” day and we watched the boat races from our anchorage which is far enough away to be comfortable on the boat, but close enough to see them finishing.

All in all the Heineken Regatta 2017 was exhilarating!  It is always a spectacular site to behold!