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After Cane Garden Bay, we headed back to Nanny Cay (…again…). Although this time it wasn’t for a boat repair. My mother had hurt her neck and needed to see a chiropractor. She was snorkeling over to an island we were moored off of, and the surf gave her quite the tumble. The dockmaster at Nanny Cay recommended a chiropractor to us, and after a waiting a few days my mom got to see him and was feeling much better. We the solstice and Christmas in the marina. For our solstice dinner, my father ...

After an additional five days at Nanny Cay Marina, of cleaning and spending too much money on the delicious specials at Peg Legs. We finally made it out three days ago. We spent our first two nights out on a Mooring ball in the north of the Bight Bay, Norman Island. Here we simply relaxed and didn’t do too much. There was a little spit of rocky beach where we could walk the dogs off the leash, as there was no where for them to go. That is, unless our miniature schnauzer spontaneously learned ...

It is my grave misfortune to be writing this post this evening. After only one night we’re back at Nanny Cay. Yesterday we sailed out just after noon (we had to wait in a rather large line to fill up our fuel tank), over to an anchorage on the far side of Peter Island.

Once we got to the anchorage, we dropped our anchor and jumped in for a short snorkel. While we still had daylight, we assembled our ‘porta-bote’ (this is a folding dinghy, such that you can dissasemble it fold it ...

After spending just over a week in the marina, we left today (wrote the post last night, don’t have satelite internet, and sailmail doesn’t let me use pagebreaks). We’ll stay around Tortola for a little while. That’s as far as our short term plans go.

Our gps was repaired easily, by replacing the lead from the autopilot control box to the antenna. A rather simple job, but required some saudering on my father’s part. The steering was a bit more bothersome. One of the pulleys ...

It was day 11 by the time the weather had calmed down sufficiently to begin sailing with any speed. We dropped the storm jib, folded it as best we could, and stuffed it in the lazaret. Then we dropped the trysail (after untangling some halyards). We hoisted our inner stay sail, our (racing) main sail to it’s second reef, and had about half our 135 Jib out (on a furler). This was our sail plan for the remainder off the trip. We were trimming our sails constantly and maintaining speeds upwards ...