Friday, December 30, 2011
|Departing The Saintes|
Unable to lower the dingy due to the roll, I tried to make myself happy, missing the snorkeling over at the Park, by scrubbing the waterline and parts of the hull. Ugh. Fish feeding frenzy -- soooo much green stuff, like long whiskers and then the red and white barnacles all along the hull. What seemed like hundreds of fish hung out all around me, sniffing and eating the stuff I scraped off. I was always hoping that those fish didn’t entice a BIG one! Turtles abound here at this anchorage - more than I ever saw at Tobago Cay and that’s a turtle preserve!
|Yachts getting bigger and bigger!|
|So many turtles everywhere I looked!|
|Coming into Deshaies anchorage|
|My escargot, right out of the oven|
We pulled out of Pigeon Island in the late morning of the 31st, tired of the rocking and rolling there, making our way a few hours northward to Deshaies (Day Hay). Dropping the anchor and the dingy quickly, we set off to explore this tiny town of two streets, about 3 blocks long each and while doing so, met another American couple, Steve and Cathy. Four makes a party, so later than evening we celebrated New Year’s Eve aboard Finally Fun (that big aft deck again usually makes us the Host Boat!). In celebration of the big evening IN a French town, I made escargot, dripping with butter and garlic to go with the cheese and crackers and the toasty French bread to sop up the sauce. Fingers greasy, we tried to hold onto our wine glasses as the wind and current rocked us about, sliding our food and drink back and forth across the table.
|Sharon, Cathy & Steve headed off to snorkel at that point behind us.|
|What IS this face in downtown Deshaies|
The wind howls continuously down the mountain through a vent in the mountains above, keeping us swinging on the hook. When the boat turns a bit sideways, the wind rushes into the boat through the side doors, blowing everything around -- book pages flutter with a flapping sound, anything not weighted down or with some weight of its own, flies across the cabin. Every day it rains in squalls for a short period, forcing us to shut our cabin doors and mop up, then it clears. Fifteen minutes later, the process starts over. Gives me something to do.......
|Finally Fun off in the distance|
|This guy look like he is guarding the dingy dock!|
|Andy enjoying lunch off the boat|
|Great meal of grilled whole snapper sitting over the water|
|Wine is sold in 1/4 bottles & small glasses|
We are trying to make headway up the island chain, but are losing a lot of time now due to the weather and Christmas winds. By about 8 PM tonight, the wild winds ceased. The little harbor is now flat, with narry a ripple! No breeze at all. What a difference! We plan to depart in the AM (Wednesday, Jan. 3) for Antigua, about 5 hours away. We expect 6 foot waves but 10 seconds apart. Hopefully, if that holds we won’t pound ourselves to death. We shall see!