In BVI, we survive our first life-threatening emergency afloat
British Virgin Islands,
December 26, 2012 – January 2, 2013
WE were both surprisingly chipper after breakfast on New Year’s morning – not a hangover in sight. Jim and I both deserved one.
The essence of the trip in one picture.
We hoisted the anchor in Little Harbor, Jost Van Dyke, around 9 o’clock in a steady 16 to 18 knots of wind, and headed to our destination, Soper’s Hole, on the west end of Tortola, just a little over three miles away.
About half way across, I suggested to Jim we needed more excitement. “Why don’t we take advantage of the perfect wind and sail around Great Thatch on the west,” I said. See a map of the area here The Narrows looked like a bit of a challenge. Perhaps half a mile wide, it separated St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands from the British Virgin Islands, and our course around Great Thatch would bring us right into the teeth of the wind at the narrowest point.
“We’ll have to do lots of fast tacking,” I warned Jim. He was game, and so was I.
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