Wednesday afternoon we decided I should go alone to pick up my parents from the airport. I initially went to the wrong place. Coupled with the fact I had to pick up some oil and fuel on the way I was a bit late. Hey – it’s da ilonds mon. I think they enjoyed the 2+ mile trip back to the boat. I was able to show them were we loaded the boat when our gear finally arrived.
We stayed aboard the boat for the rest of the day. Tom and Pat from Lone Star popped over to say hello. It was nice to get together again and relax and chat.
Thursday we felt like relaxing – we all deserved it. So first thing in the morning I dinghied into town to get fresh croissant and bread. Then we realized we still had a bit of a leak in the starboard aft transom. The previous day we’d tried recaulking the seals which appeared to have a crack and could be letting in rain water. Wednesday night had presented little rain but the water ingress was abundant. To trace the source I went into contortion mode to try and get my eyes into the area the leak could be coming from. Well, the source was the dock water inlet – quite curious when one is on anchor. I wondered if the watermaker setup was somehow pushing water back into this line. We had rigged it so that the feed from the starboard tank came from the starboard vent and over to the port tank. The thinking being that the slow input of water from the watermaker would push water over to the port tank but a sudden overfill from the dock would correctly rush out the vent. Worrying that we’d buggered something up I then went to check the valve that switches between internal and external water sources. I found it slightly misaligned and correcting that fixed the problem. It was the pressure from the internal system forcing the water back out the wrong way that caused the problem.
Ursurla the dodger maker arrived to fit the dodger. I ended up having to help her attach (by drilling and application of 5200) all the poppers. She took the dodger away again to clean it up and complete the stitching knowing it was now a good fit.
We all went into town on the dinghy developing our elderly people dinghy entry and exit procedures as we went. We visited the mall and walked around a bit before sitting for lunch. I rather regret choosing a cheeseburger but it was exceedingly nice – washed down with a beer.
Back on the boat we arrived just in time for Ursula’s return with the dodger. This will make a big difference. The rain, until now, has made the back seats wet. Also, when it rains when one is at the helm, wetness is the outcome. Hopefully no longer. The dodger has a couple of panels than can be opened to allow air to flow when needed. All good stuff.
The talk on the cruisers net for the last couple of days has been the potential impact of the incoming NWerly swells. We would be protected from a northerly swell by Anguilla to the north but a NWerly was concerning. Pat and Tom swung by to let us know they had been talking to a few locals who had swung their opinion and were heading into the lagoon for the next few days. I’m pretty sure Dignity will handle the swells ok but getting my parents on and off would be a challenge so we commited to making the 5:30 bridge opening.
Before then we had a visit back to Desue to attend to. We’d been invited back there by Des and Sue, the owners, as they knew my parents had arrived and they were keen to meet up. We had to keep this one short as we had to make it back to the boat for the bridge.
Heading to the bridge we discovered about 15 boats had all arrived at the same decision so it was a bit of a scrum. Not just that, a flotilla of dinghies, it seemed, came out to watch the fun as one doesn’t normally see this many boats coming through at this time of year. As we waited for the bridge to open, the first swells began to arrive. Amazing to think this was due to storms over a thousand miles to the north.
I was a bit frustrated as the boats in front went through the bridge quite slowly. We don’t have much clearance either side and I prefer (having had Eddie’s tuition last week) to have maneuverability that comes with higher speed as a sacrifice against to potential impact should I get it wrong. A wind gust at slow speed could be disastrous. So I held back a little then pushed it forward when I could and popped straight through. Mum, sitting at the front with her camera, was so enthralled she took no pics at all. That’s ok.
Helen cooked a great meal which we’re now digesting. It’s 8pm. They call 9pm the boaters midnight. I feel it. No internet so no surfing. Time for bed.
Friday morning.
This morning I dismantled a motor cooling fan that appeared to have seized. One of the brushes looked dislodged and quite to my amazement, the motor ran fine when I finally reassembled it.
Unfortunately, when I reassembled the motor I had somehow left the wires coming out of it a little shorter. Now they don’t reach where I need to plug them into. Darn.
This morning we shifted the boat a little nearer town. I now have an internet connection. News from back home seems grim. Our thoughts are with everyone back home and the stresses that come with these times. We continue to evaluate our future options too.
On the fixing front my attention now goes to my single side band radio. We need to get this going in order to receive weather forecasts. Here in St Martin we have a net where forecasts are shared each morning. When we can access the internet we can view the weather online. The internet is a luxury we can’t rely on. We need something more reliable. I’m hoping I can get the receive side of my SSB setup going fairly easily. The send side will come later as this is more complex and needs proper grounding.
Looking ahead, the NWerly swells are not going away for a while. This is going to curtail our roaming. No probs. We’re enjoying ourselves just where we are.
