As I write this I am getting Pandora ready for her run north to CT and I am hopeful that a few days after my crew arrives we will be able to head out for the run north.

They say say that bad things sometimes come in threes and that was my experience in St Pierre, Martinique when my friend Craig and I visited a few weeks ago with Pandora.

For those of us that have become addicted to e-mail and our phones, being aboard has it’s own set of challenges.   I love the cruising lifestyle but being “off the grid” is a non-starter for me unless you are talking about solar panels and such.  Wherever I am, I really need to feel connected and when I am not…

Well, hold that thought for a moment…

Mt Pelee dominates the skyline from the anchorage of St Pierre and is usually shrouded in clouds. When Craig and I were hiking up the side of Mt Pelee, the extinct volcano in Martinique that erupted violently in 1902, we got a first hand feel for what they mean when they say “the islands that kiss the clouds” and in this case, those clouds opened up an dumped on us in a violent thunderstorm, compete with simultaneous thunder, lightning and a massive downpour.

Convective thunderstorms are not common in the Caribbean and even hearing thunder was a first for me in two seasons of cruising the islands.  To be high up in the mountains and experience thunder and the crackle of electricity so incredibly close was quite alarming, let me tell you.

In the hours we hiked up the mountain, we only had an occasional glimpse of anything in the distance.  This is where we parked the rental car and after a short time even that was shrouded in clouds and mist.  We never saw the distant ocean at all. Pelee loomed above us.  We were told that the hike to the summit would take about two hours.  Ha!
In the beginning there were steps.   That didn’t last long and most of the run was a scramble over slippery rocks and often rough footholds chiseled into the bedrock. Much of the vegetation was tortured and low. But lush with the near constant mist and rain, year round.These fleshy flowers were everywhere. No trees, and the winds whipped up the slope with every plant hugging the ground. In every direction verdant green on the mountainside.  Not a lot of photos after this as heavens opened and with driving rain.  We had only gone about 1/3 of the way and kept going as we assumed the rain would not last long, as is so often the case.  Not.   The trail was so steep that we could hardly climb without using our hands to help pull ourselves along.  After the rain became heavy the path started looking more like a raging brook.

The rain kept coming and got harder and harder.  Incredibly loud thunder and lightning flashes were simultaneous.   And loud? I have never really understood what was meant by the “crackle of thunder”.  I do now.   It was like the air itself was charged with electricity.

At that point “Craig, time to head back!  Let’s get out of here!”.  By that point the path had become torrent with muddy water pushing sand and small stones down the trail if you could call it that.    Someone we passed along the way was limping badly as he’d stepped into a hole that was obscured by the muddy water.

Let me just say that the trail was steep, full of raging water and we were in a hurry.   The good news is that I only fell once, on a slippery rock.   Nasty bump on my butt and arm.  Good thing I am fairly well padded.

So, back to the cell phone.  As I was focusing on my footing I didn’t notice that my camera bag was slowly filling with water.   As my camera is inside a padded section, the water pooled under it and while it was damp, it wasn’t flooded.  Oops, my cell phone was in the bottom and floating.   Mort…

Well, we made it back down the mountain and back to the car.

The day before, when we arrived in St Pierre we anchored in 50′ of water as the bottom falls quickly to over 100′ not far from shore.  I had never anchored in such deep water.   I wasn’t sure what was under us so I just put out all of my chain, some 200′.   The problem was that if we dragged even a short distance we’d be in 100′ of water with scope of only 2/1.  That wouldn’t do at all.   And, compliments of the eruption of Pelee in 1902, there are plenty of shipwrecks not far from shore and I didn’t want to tangle with them.

Anyway, the anchor held and speaking of the the volcano, the city was completely leveled by the volcano and now you can tour the ruins which remain.

As St Pierre was a prosperous city, fueled by the profits of the sugar industry, there was a lively arts scene with an opulent opera house.  Only ruins remain today. The grand staircase has been restored.  Impressive. The view of the harbor with it’s black volcanic sand. Many of the buildings are pretty scruffy.  I don’t think that the city ever really recovered from the devastating eruption.   There are some gems though like this
“duplex”.
Here’s the schooner Heron, from Maine, passing behind Pandora.  She anchored nearby.   Her owner charters her for day trips in Maine in the summer and spends his winters in the Caribbean. Heron was also in Bequia when we were there.  I was quite taken with her.  Her owner built her himself. The sunset did not disappoint. That evening, as I pulled the dink up into the davits, a line knocked my glasses off of my face.   Down they went in 50′ of water.   Such a bummer and what a way to cap off the day that I also “lost”, ie flooded, my cellphone.   Oh yeah, I also noticed that my ensign was missing.  I think it was swiped, pole and all, in St Lucia.

They say that bad things sometimes come in threes and the loss of a cell phone, prescription glasses, expensive ones at that, plus a missing ensign certainly qualify.

As far as the glasses are concerned, I have a few pairs of “drugstore” reading glasses and also purchased a new pair but it’s not the same.  Just try reading #3 reading glasses and trying to look into the distance.  Not good.  It’s going to be fun on passage, at night, trying to see what’s on the horizon.   Good thing I have a good set of binoculars.

Anyway, I’ll live but having to deal with crappy glasses and no cell phone for a month before I get home which reminds me that the cruising life can sometimes be difficult when things go “bump in the night”.

Ok, that’s about it for now.  My crew arrives in a few days and Pandora’s about ready to go.  In the meantime I am making plans here in Antigua for the arrival of the Salty Dawg Rally fleet next November and the two day event that I am putting on for the Seven Seas Cruising Association.

Yes, there’s plenty going on but at least I have a brand new pair of cheapo reading glasses to help me along.   Yea, that’s just so fun but at least I have those three bad things out of the way.

“Bob, Bob, don’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

Ok, fingers crossed.

Editor:  Ok, don’t say it but yes I know that this post just didn’t come together.  Clearly not one of my best but I am just sick of working on it so there…

Just sayin…

 

It’s been a real treat being here in Antigua during the Classic Yacht Regatta as there are so many magnificent yachts.  In my last post I mentioned that the Tot Club met aboard a classic schooner, the beautiful Ashanti.

That evening I also met the owner of a much more modern yacht, the recently launched Atalante.   The next day I was fortunate to get a personal tour of the boat by here owner.   Atalante was built in the Netherlands at the Classen shipyard.  This yard is known for a remarkable level of craftsmanship and even though the local waters are very shallow, they still find a way to turn out really massive superyachts.

Atalante, draws her name from Greek mythology. Legend has it that she was abandoned and left to die by her mother, who wanted a son, and was raised by a she-bear.   I am always interested in how an owner chooses a name for their boat and am particularly interested in names with a mythological origin as my wife and sailing partner was a classics major so we tend to be drawn to such things.  Our own boat Pandora’s name, and her dink Hope, are steeped in mythology.    Aboard Atalante is a lovely stylized sculpture of her namesake and her “mother”. She has a graceful and classic sheer to her deck. A fore-deck that goes on and on. Her aft deck house is immaculate varnished teak.   Notice the fitting that controls the main sheet on the house.  I should have taken a close up of that.  It’s a remarkable piece of stainless work. Extraordinary attention to detail in the deck hardware.  Need to check your lipstick?  “Mirrors” everywhere.  We should all have a nav station like this.   As an interesting note, the crew quarters are as opulently appointed as the owner’s areas, not that common on many yachts where most crew live in fairly spartan cabins.
The binnacle is a work of art.  I understand that the compass base, engraved with her name was formed from flat stock with the name and logo carved into the surface and then formed into a cylinder to fabricate the helm framework.  It’s a spectacular bespoke piece of work.  This bar makes me want a nice gin and tonic.
And, speaking of food and drink.  A beautiful galley.   I’ll bet that some great meals come out of here.   Interestingly, the chef and captain are a husband and wife team.  That’s nice. A soothing traditional lounge.  No salty swim trunks here.
Love the linens in the owner’s suite.  Brenda and I are going to order new bed linens this summer.  Stripes like this would be lovely.
I mentioned earlier that she was built in the Neatherlands, not a spot known for deep water.   This video is a great look at what’s involved in constructing a yacht like Atalante.  It goes into some detail to show the level of detail that goes into building up an aluminum hull as well as getting the finished hull to an area with deep enough water to float her when the keel is in place.  The short video is worth looking at. Atalante is a beautiful piece of modern engineering, steeped in tradition.   What a treat it would be to feel the power of her under sail.   Want to learn more about her.  Follow this link to her site.

Day sail anyone?   Yes, and a G&T would go down nicely as well.  Perhaps Pandora will get some striped sheets too.

One of the best parts of being here in Antigua during the Classic Yacht Regatta is seeing the remarkable boats that congregate from all over.

About a year ago, I wrote about a group, the Royal Navy Tot Club of Antigua and Barbuda, a group that meets every evening to carry on the discontinued tradition of issuing rum to members of the British Navy, sadly stopped in 1970.    I wrote about this group in a post last spring when I first became familiar with them.

Anyway, fast forward a year and I am in the process of trying to become a member.  This involves drinking “tots” for a number of nights, 7 actually, and passing a rigorous oral exam on British maritime history.    This is tougher than it sounds, both the drinking and remembering, and I have to admit that I am stressing over the test which I have to take in the next few days.  Just how many ships went at it in the Battle of the Nile?  What’s important about the Battle of Copenhagen?   Inquiring minds have to know to be a member and that’s just the beginning.  

One of the most fascinating aspects of cruising and visiting islands like Antigua is that I am able to meet some really interesting people.   Case and point.  One of the most magnificent yachts that competed in the Classic Yacht Regatta last week was Aschanti, a wonderful schooner that was built in 1954, one year before I was “launched”.   Not that old, right?  However, I have to say that she’s in somewhat better shape.   Funny but I can’t recall being described as a “classic”. The connection is that her owner, a very nice guy, was also working on membership to the Tot club.   It seems that he decided to host one of the evening meetings of the Club aboard Ashanti.  It was a wonderful event and very well attended, as you might imagine.    The club organizers set up shop in the cockpit.  She’s a big boat so there was plenty of room to hang out.   Love the kiddy pool bar. She’s a real stunner down below.   Forgive me for trespassing.  I also heard that she has an awesome bathtub.  Oh well, I didn’t see that as even I am not that bold.   “can I peek into your bathroom”?  Yeah, right Bob…
Acres of varnish and it’s all perfect.  I wonder how often they have to pull the spars and varnish them?  I wonder if they varnish them in place?  What a job that must be.
I had to ask what this device near the helm was for.  It turns out it was used to display the course that the helmsman is to hold.   the pegs are removed and set in place to display the course.  Pretty neat.  In the day of autopilot I guess it’s not as vital, perhaps.   A lovely artifact of a different time.
And speaking of holding a course, they are headed toward the Panama Canal across the Pacific and expect to complete a circumnavigation.  And, that’s in addition to a fascinating “figure eight run” that they made.   That’s a cruise rounding both north and South America as well as passing through the Panama Canal, twice.  Sounds awesome.   I wonder if they ever need relief crew?  I would be TOTALLY available.

I’ll bet that Ashanti spends much of her time at sea under sail.  So many megayachts motor from place to place, only putting up the sails when they are on charter or when the owner is aboard.  It seems that Ashanti isn’t like that.  She’s a boat that sails well and sail she does.

The owner told me that “Ashanti picked me, I didn’t pick her.”  When you are talking about a boat with this sort of pedigree that’s probably the way it happens.  It seems that she picked well as this chapter of her life seems to be working out very well for her.

As an interesting note, I had forgotten that I had seen Ashanti when I spied her in Le Marin, Martinique earlier in the season and discovered a video of her recent Atlantic crossing.  It’s really well done and worth a look.Yes, it is indeed a small world and you never know where things will lead.  I never imagined, when I gazed longingly at her in Le Marin that I’d soon be aboard and meet her owner here in Antigua thanks to the Royal Navy Tot Club.

Ashanti is headed to the Panama Canal soon so I guess our paths won’t cross again for some time.   However, if history is any guide, the answer might surprise…

Yes, yes, I know, it’s been a long time since my last post.   Nine days actually but I have been busy getting from point A to point B.    But now I am here, Antigua that is.

Brenda flew out of St Lucia and Craig joined me for a 200 mile run with lots of stops over nearly 10 days and flew out on Sunday.  The sailing was fabulous and true to form, we were on a starboard tack for the entire time.   Have I mentioned that the wind is ALWAYS, well nearly always, out of the east?

A few of the days were pretty “sporty” and some of the anchorages were, shall we say, a bit rolly, but that goes with the territory.   Yes, Brenda, I know that that fits under the “not your favorite” category.   But hey, we visited some neat places this season, Pandora goes plenty fast and we get there fairly quickly.  Right?

I should mention that one of the reasons that I have been “internet deprived” is because my cell phone got wet.  Not very wet but wet enough and now it’s not much more than a paperweight.  How did it happen, you might wonder?  To find out, you’ll just have to stay tuned as I can’t get into that just now.   Oh yeah, in keeping with the “bad things come in threes” along with my cell phone turning into a paperweight, I also lost my prescription reading, computer screen viewing and seeing-things-far-away glasses and someone swiped my American ensign and flag staff.

So, the point of all this is that I have been pretty distracted and, “technologically challenged” and thus way behind on posts.   Not to worry as so much has happened that I have plenty of material to work with so keep that browser pointed toward Sailpandora.

While plenty has happened between then and now, I’ll jump right into the Classic Yacht Regatta here in Antigua that just wrapped up last evening with lots of awards and fun.   Perhaps a shot of the stage with all the “silver” isn’t that exciting a way to begin but here goes. It was a beautiful evening with classic yachts providing the perfect backdrop.  Every April, as the season winds down, beautiful yachts from all over the world converge on Antigua to spend a week racing together.  It’s a remarkable sight, with some of the most iconic yachts afloat today battling it out, although in the most civilized way, of course.    To see the big girls blasting toward the finish line was quite a sight.  This is Columbia a replica of a cod fishing schooner by the same name.  She’s beautiful, and powerful. Right behind her Aschanti.  She’s almost as old as I am, but not quite.  Although I did not sail in the races aboard one of these beauties, I spent lots of time hanging around the docks, parties and enjoyed watching them as they made their way home after the races.   And, there were lots of parties.   Mount Gay Rum provided free Dark and Stormy drinks for all.  Later in the evening some of the crews competed in a sea shanty sing-off.Each act was terrific and in the end everyone got a prize, a jumbo bottle of Mount Gay.  Of particular note was this little girl who played with her parents on her fiddle.  They are getting her off to a good start.  No stage fright for her.   I wonder if her parents shared their rum with her.  Perhaps not.  However, for those of us that were unable to find our way aboard one of these beauties, perhaps the highlight was the parade of sail into English Harbor.  To watch these magnificent machines make their way to the finish line was a spectacular sight to behold.

After finishing off of Falmouth, each boat came around the point and paraded into the Dockyard.  One by one they entered, careful to avoid collisions in the narrow cut.  The first to finish, Columbia led the way.   She’s a spectacular yacht and only a few years old. She’s quite a boat.  If two shots of her are good, three are even better. The other evening I was lucky enough to be invited to join a party aboard this beauty, Aschanti.  She was built in 1954 and is still in perfect shape.   Her current owner purchased her a few years ago.  He told me that she’s headed to the Panama Canal as she makes her way on an around the world cruise.   I’ll share more about her soon.  She’s beautiful. The crew lined up on the rail.  Quite a sight. The mighty TI, Ticonderoga, is always a standout.  She flanked three Carricou sloops on her way into the harbor. Built in Bristol RI in 1936 she is in better than new condition after all these years.  I  was lucky enough to sail aboard her many years ago when she was in Stamford and I just happened to be “at the right place, at the right time”.  Carricou sloops are widely raced in the Windward islands and the fleet was well represented for the series.   They impressed the crowd with their enthusiastic crews.  One after another, fabulous yachts entered the harbor after a hard day or racing.  Mah Jong, which I wrote about when we saw her in Bequia is quite a boat. Perhaps this one displayed the spirit and enthusiasm of the day best with three huge Antigua flags flying in the fresh breeze. There were plenty of impressive moments but Mah Jong and this “dancer” doing her routine in the rigging was something to see.
I wonder about the wisdom of hanging from a “scarf” over a hard deck.    I’ll bet she was pretty daring in her youth.  Wait, she still is.  While I am sorry that Brenda isn’t here with me and am totally bummed that my cell phone is mort, it’s been great to be here in Antigua for such a spectacular event.

In a few days the “go fast” modern racers arrive for a week of racing so it will be interesting to see what that’s like.  After that, my crew arrives for the run to Bermuda.

One thing for sure is that I have a lot of catching up to do to get Pandora ready and provisioned for the trip north and there’s lots of posts just waiting to be written.

I can say with certainty that it’s been truly classic to be here for all the fun.

Stay tuned as there’s lots more to come.

Yesterday Brenda flew home to CT and I my friend Craig flew in to join me.  Don’t get me wrong, Craig is a great guy but I have to say that it was tough for me to say farewell to Brenda as she passed through security at the airport yesterday, knowing that I would not see her again for at least five weeks.

No, it doesn’t take that long to get from “here to there” but it’s sill early in the season and way too cold to be heading to New England.   Setting aside the cold conditions, there is also too much of a risk of gales in the north Atlantic for me to leave the Caribbean and head north.

Most cruisers don’t head north until mid May so my plan to leave around the 5th is already cutting it a bit close.  However, I am planning to stop in Bermuda, nearly 2/3 of the way home, to be sure that we don’t encounter bad weather as we get to the colder waters north of Bermuda.  I’ll work with Chris Parker, our weather router, to determine the best/safest time to sail the remaining 600 or so miles from Bermuda.

Anyway, Brenda’s gone and Craig is here.  It’s going to be fun to show Craig all the great spots we’ll stop as we make our way to Antigua where I’ll hang out for a bit waiting for my crew to arrive in early May.  There will be plenty to do getting the boat ready and certainly there will be folks around that I can hang out with, but it won’t be the same without Brenda.  It’s ironic that the time we are apart, now that I am retired, is longer than we experienced when I was traveling for business.

In an era of tremendously annoying air travel, I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to travel on a private jet but am completely clear that I will never know what it’s like.   If I could, I’d just wing my way home for a week or so and come back to begin the run back.  No wait, if I had a plane I’d also have a proper yacht “Bob, Bob, get a grip, you are the only one who is available to bring Pandora north.  Get with the plan.”  Oh, OK.

Speaking of private jets, we ran into the crew of one of those here at the resort in Margot.  It seems that the three of them were hanging out for a few weeks while their employer was vacationing with his family on a nearby island.

So, here’s how the whole private jet thing goes.   Imagine going to the airport, having your car pull up to the stairs of your jet and have only to take two steps to the gangway and up you go.  The doors close and ten minutes later you are on your way.

Once you land in a far away place, a car shows up a few steps away and whisks you to your final destination.  Of course, your luggage follows in yet another car and appears magically at your final destination.

Think that your plans during your three week holiday might change. Changed your mind about spending time with “the wife” and want to find more fun elsewhere ?  Not to worry as your jet and crew are on standby and available at a moments notice, waiting to take you to the destination, that liaison, of your choice.

As your departure time arrives, the head stewardess, captain and co-pilot return to the aircraft and prepare if for your arrival, with our without your family.  Your choice.  They make up the beds and prepare the cabin, catering food and drink, to make your trip back “across the pond” as seamless as possible.

Sounds unbelievable?  No really, it happens, as long as you have the coin.   You do?  Well, this could be you.

Anyway, these same people are the ones that have the magnificent yachts that seem to be in every harbor.

How about the 245′ yacht Cloud 9, launched last may in Italy.  It’s owned by Brett Bundy, one of the richest guy in Australia.    He has started and sold a number of very successful businesses, some sort of related, to me at least, including one that raises cattle for high end beef production and a company called Bras and Things as just two examples.  So, along the way he’s made loads of money, try $650,000,000 or so, some say billions.

Well, Cloud 9 showed up here in Marigot a few days ago, complete with their 25 or so crew.   Nicely done Brett.  As they dropped the mooring holding her bow out from the dock, the guy who does such things looked positively insignificant working under the bow. There are plenty of impressive yachts in this harbor including plenty that are larger than Pandora.  However, it’s hard to believe that this yacht even fit.

She’s sports an impressive profile. As she left the harbor she went by our friends on Endless Summer.  Endless Summer isn’t a small yacht but looks tiny-winy compared to Brett’s boat. The passengers, about 12 in total, verses the 22 crew, looked pretty cool and collected on the afterdeck.  We heard that the “charter” included the board of directors of the University of Texas.  I sure hope that the university, a state school, didn’t foot the bill for the $800,000 weekly charter fee.  I expect not.  Perhaps an “in kind” donation to the university.   All the guys were wearing matching caps.   Hmm…Not sure what this guy does but he looks really official with his headphones on.   So, off the went into the sunset, bound, we later learned, for the Pitons.  The next day Brenda and I stopped there overlooking the harbor where we had taken a mooring only a few weeks prior.  The view of the Pitons from so high up was spectacular.   That tiny dot.  Cloud 9.We had a very nice lunch.  I  wonder what “the board of directors” had?  Ours was great.   Well, this photo is only of one “course”.  We don’t just drink wine all the time.  Well, perhaps we do.Everyone looking for a handout.  This guy landed on our table seemingly about to say “what you looking at?  Pass over a fry!” Here’s the view of where we sat.  It was perhaps the most spectacular vantage point we have ever seen.
One more view of the place where we had our drinks.  Pretty amazing. Oh yeah, the resort has an infinity pool.  Perhaps the only one you will ever see where you might get a nose bleed from the altitude.  On the way back to Pandora, another view of the Pitons.  Really amazing. The road had a remarkable number of twists and turns and always an amazing view around every hairpin corner. Green landscape. By the time we got back to Pandora, switchback after switchback, I  was ready for a nap.  No, it wasn’t the wine.  We shared a single glass knowing that the drive was going to be a challenge.

Well, that’s it.  The “end” of our cruise together this season.  Our last stop, St Lucia is really a beautiful country but right now, it’s the place where Brenda flew the coupe and that makes me sad as it’s going to be a long time till I see her again.

I am so bummed.  I woke up alone today.  But I did get to write about bras.

“OH Bob, get over it.  That’s so sick.  Just shut up!”

Sorry for being whiny.