We had time for one more trip to Gorda Sound (Saba Rock) after Carly’s visit and we arrived around the time the weather forecasters started watching the system that became tropical storm Emily. For the few days we sat at anchor here it blew a steady 20 – 25 around the clock, with gusts around 30 knots. Pretty windy for a protected anchorage. Erring on the side of caution we decided to head for the nearest marina in case things got ugly. Before we left though…. this was our evening sky.
|Windy anchorage (22 knots) but nice water temp (85.6)|
Emily came and went with only high winds and lots of rain here. Heavy squalls came and went for the better part of two days and we collected more than enough rainwater to fill our tanks and clean off the boat again.
On the last day of windy rainy weather we walked over to the east side of the island to see the wind and waves. Things had calmed considerably but it was still pretty choppy looking.
|To get to the other side... turn left at the RED house. There was even a RED doghouse in the back.|
|You've gotta be tenacious if you live on the windward side.|
|An unusual friendship.|
|Boulders ala The Baths|
We’d already moved up our haul out date from August 10th to the 5th and we wondered if we'd stayed just a little too long. Our timing was good in one respect however – we’d finished our last swim and then started seeing giant blue tinged jellyfish floating through the water - a summer regular in these waters. (Add a photo of the giant jellyfish to my ever-growing list of “great photos I didn’t get”.)
We cleaned the dinghy and pulled it up on deck – the last time we did this was in preparation to go offshore (see 'Dinghy Dongs' March 2011) - it was sad to deflate the little boat upside down on deck this time knowing we’d be leaving soon.
|Pulling down and packing away the sails|
|Lonely Saralane - last one out.|
|First look at the centerboard since the Bahamas (see 'Centerboard Fix' March 2011)|
|Greg and Barbara who run the daysail operation out of Caneel Bay, invited us over for a beer...|
|... along with Maurice, who has GIANT hands. Where's the beer can?!|
|It's not polite to decline an offer of beer down here....|