Underway at Last…Deltaville, Here We Come!
It’s Tuesday afternoon and we have been underway since 10:00 this morning. After two days in a marina with the AC running, I have to say that it is hot. Try 90 degrees down below.
As we have to keep Pandora buttoned up to avoid having the occasional wave find it’s way down below, it really doesn’t cool down much in the cabin. As the engine is under the galley, all the heat from that mass of iron radiates into the cabin for hours after it’s turned off.
Eventually, it cools off a bit but then we have to run the engine again to charge the batteries and the cycle starts all over again. Hopefully, once I have a new battery bank and a wind generator, I will not have to run the engine quite as much. Of course, all this assumes that there is wind.
And there is, wind that is, about 15 kts on the beam. A lovely point of sail. The sea state is reasonable and Pandora is tracking well at about 8 kts, a a respectable turn of speed.
I tried to set up the wind vane steering today and gave up after a while. I guess I am out of practice. Perhaps tomorrow. It is a good way to cut down on electrical consumption compared to using the electronic autopilot, so I don’t have to recharge quite as often.
I am always amazed about how much has to be done to get ready to head offshore. Moving from island to island means that we have to put everything away that might come loose and break or crash around down below. However, at sea for days at a time, there are so many unknowns that we have to prepare for just about everything. Big waves, rough conditions, high winds, you name it…
While I don’t put the dink on deck when we are moving between islands, offshore I deflate it and put it up on deck, securely lashed to the cabin top. The engine is put in it’s holder on the stern pulpit and the sailcover is securely lashed out of the way to avoid any sort of chafing.
Between that, changing the engine oil and filters along with checking for loose fittings and belts that might be worn, and grocery shopping for two weeks of meals at sea, it takes a full two days to get everything in order.
And, of course, ultimately it’s about the weather. In preparation for the departure of the rally, about 20 boats strong, Chris Parker spent about an hour last night and Sunday going over what we should expect to encounter along the way.
I won’t go into a lot of detail except to say that we are currently heading due north and not directly to the Chesapeake to avoid a very nasty line of thunderstorms that are directly in our path. By heading north for a few days and then bearing off to the northwest, we will hopefully avoid the front and then have a better angle of wind to head the rest of the way.
That isn’t much out of our way and I am hopeful that we will have a straight shot to the Chesapeake after perhaps Thursday.
With all of this in mind, and if the wind holds for most of the trip, we should arrive at the mouth of the Chesapeake sometime next Wednesday.
That would be a pretty good passage of about 1,400 miles.
So, all is well and soon I’ll begin getting dinner ready. A rotisserie chicken, chilled, over greens. A good first-day-at-sea dinner.
More tomorrow about how it’s going.



In preparation for our run north, beginning tomorrow, Tuesday, we decided to head to a marina in Red Hook, on St Thomas. It’s a lot easier to prepare, getting the dink up on deck and getting provisions from a marina.
The marina is part of the IGY family of marinas, the same company that runs the one in St Lucia that we stayed at in Rodney Bay. Their rates tend to be a bit more reasonable than others. Plenty of services nearby.
The view of nearby St John this morning as the sun came up, was pretty nice.
Under the category of “it takes all types” how about this boat near us in the marina. A great party platform, to be sure.
Being in a marina for a few days was a good idea. A bit of luxury, complete with AC, is a good way to begin a long journey.
As we make our way north, conditions continue to be good with favorable winds, and you can see that the nasty low has moved out of the area. We will continue to have wind aft of the beam, and hopefully it will be strong enough to keep us moving at a good speed.
Finally, as we approach the US east coast, there is a bit of uncertainty with a weak low forecasted to exit the coast. Again, Chris feels a high degree of confidence that it will not amount to much. Fingers crossed that it will be long gone by the time we cross the gulf stream off of Cape Hatteras and arrive at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay.
All and all, it looks like the wind will be favorable for the entire trip if perhaps a bit light at times. Light wind isn’t a huge problem as I have plenty of fuel, so bring it on.
On this trip I decided to ask what it would cost to tie up on the dock in the inner harbor. I was shocked to learn that it was surprisingly cheap, something like $30/day. Perhaps it’s because it is late in the season as I know that it’s impossible to get in here during the holidays.
Anyway, she’s riding well now. To say that we are close to “town” doesn’t begin to describe it.
Just behind the dock is main street Gustavia, lined with every imaginable high end boutiques.
French cheeses and wines are abundant and fairly reasonably priced. The fresh produce in the market, literally 20 steps from our transom, is amazing.
And an endless number of high end restaurants, along with a few for those of us that “have to ask what it costs”, like me.
Here’s a closeup of where she is, the last boat on the string, near all the dinks.
We also spied the St Barts Yellow Submarine, a glass bottom boat that you can go out on to view the local reefs. I wonder where it was made. It looks like fun.
Once we were up at the lighthouse, we could look down toward the island airport and watch the crazy approach that planes have to make to land on what appears to be a remarkably short runway.
They zip overhead, so close you feel like you could reach up and touch them.
After clearing the ridge, or mountain, at the western end of the runway, they dive down the other side to land. The planes fly at treetop level over the ridge and then go into a steep dive. Yes, it’s that steep. Actually worse than this photo suggests.
And then, in seconds, are on the ground.
From up on the hill you can peek into the amazing homes that ring the harbor. How about this spot, with “his and hers” pools.
I looked in a real-estate office and, as expected, homes were listed for tens of millions. As you can imagine, the Russian Oligarchs are well represented here, or were before they had to flee due to sanctions.
Being here for a few days, tied up on the dock, so close to town and all the sights, has been a real treat. Hope that Brenda and I will be able to visit here sometime in the future.
Fast forward a week and it’s still unpleasant with a major low heading east off of the coast. It is this sort of pattern that is the norm until things settle down in the late spring, think late May, early June. Sure, the wind direction NE of the Bahamas isn’t all that strong but it’s right out of the north. Not good at all for heading to the Chesapeake.
Sure, these two snapshots of the coming weather don’t tell the whole story but it’s clear that it’s way to early to try to “get there from here”.
It was awesome to be aboard such a spectacular yacht for three days of racing. The wind was forecast to be breezy and that’s exactly what we got.
Each day we had different colored shirts, including those donated by Carib beer. I love that brand and to have a bright yellow shirt and hat to match was great fun.
What a thrill to be aboard and underway.
The “crew” from Carib beer.
The crew thought nothing of climbing, no make that scampering, up the mast to untangle whatever.
To sail on Columbia in “sporty” conditions is nothing short of spectacular! Blasting along in 25-30kts of wind made for a pretty wet ride. At the end of this short video, watch someone be swept down the deck by a boarding wave. My primary job was to tail the port foremast runner. Split second timing was needed to secure the line during a tack. It took three of us to manage the lines. The next three images compliments of Ed Gifford, a great guy, who was onboard as one of the photographers.
This is what happens if you get the timing off, heading to the leeward rail too early. When we were preparing to tack, the three of us would get into position just before the tack. The captain would bear off a bit to gain speed and nd blue water piled up over the rail. I was swept off of my feet once before I learned better. Sometimes, it wasn’t possible to stay out of the maelstrom.
One of the other visiting crew was swept down the side of the boat and while he stayed aboard, his pants came down, underwear and all, to his ankles. Good thing that he was able to keep them from being swept over the side. I doubt that he had a spare pair of shorts handy. “Excuse me, do you have a spare pair of drawers? Mine went over the side. I’d really rather you didn’t stare, or laugh, thankyou very much.”
When I saw these waves sweep the decks, I could only imagine what it must have been like to be in the North Atlantic in the winter fishing for cod when boats like Columbia were the norm. These waves were pretty big and it was just a lovely day for sailing. Imagine a storm…
With my birthday coming up soon, Brenda insisted that I get one too. This photo is probably the coolest that I will ever look. As much as I try, I am just not a particularly cool guy.
It is a really spectacular piece.
The regatta was put on by the Antigua Yacht Club. They are very supportive of the Salty Dawg Rally and are the center of the sailing community in Antigua.
Of course, where there is Carib beer, there are Carib girls.
And a lot of spectacular yachts including Aquijo. She is huge, at nearly 300′ long and billed as the world’s largest performance sailing yacht.
Columbia is less than half of her length and is still a really huge yacht herself. Yes, I realize it’s tough to see so here’s a closeup.
Everything about her is enormous. Note the size of the main boom with a member of the crew walking along the top
And, she is as shiny as she is huge.
Of course, what would a visit to Antigua be without spending time with our friends at the Antigua and Barbuda Royal Naval Tot Club, and we did just that. Of course, we had some “Tots” on the lawn in Nelson’s Dockyard.
And even a Tot aboard the lovely 110′ schooner Aschanti IV.
Members of the Tot Club, including the owner of Ashanti IV, can fly the official burgee of the club, the White Pennant.
I have been saying for years that Antigua is the best place to begin and end the cruising season and being back here, our last stop before I begin running Pandora north and home. We decided to treat ourselves to a few days on the docks in Nelson’s Dockyard, a wonderful end to a great season of sailing in the Caribbean.
So, here I am, finishing up on what is likely my last post before heading home to the US until I return in a few weeks to begin my run home.