Location: Spanish Town and The Baths
So this morning, we awoke expecting to raise sails and depart for Nevis. However, it soon became apparent that Kevin had been up for hours in a battle with the generator. This put us in a minor holding pattern to track down some parts, but it just so happened that we were conveniently anchored next to the Baths at Virgin Gorda. After breakfast, we watched a motivational video about Irving Johnson’s trip around Cape Horn in the last sailing cargo ship Peking. Irving and his wife, Exie, are two of the inspirational forces behind the Seamester program because of their many circumnavigations with student crews. After the video, we loaded up in the dinghies and headed to the Baths to enjoy a morning exploring the giant boulders stacked along the beach to Devil’s Bay. The Baths gained their name from the tragic history of the triangular slave trade. The tidal pools within the boulders created an ideal wash point for the Europeans to clean their slaves with minimal security after the journey across the Atlantic and before they were to be sold at nearby markets. Today we spent most of the time snorkeling and searching for swim-throughs and the hollow rock. The water was crystal clear, no clouds in the sky, and relatively little swell made for a perfect morning. Once the correct parts were located for the generator in Nanny Cay, we briefly docked in Spanish Town to top off on water, dinghy fuel, and some much needed ice cream. As we motored across the Drake to Nanny Cay, we dropped Irv (our rescue dinghy) outside of Road Town and sent Kevin ahead to pick up the part from a friend that luckily lived nearby and could swing by the store before it closed. Meanwhile, we hopped overboard for showers and prepped for a long-awaited dinner of tacos before our passage to Nevis. For those of you that wondered whether you yourself would like to eat a full meal of tacos or would recommend it to others before a 30 hour upwind passage, this is your moment to say, “I told you so.” Before all of the sails were raised, we had our first victim to motion sickness. Shortly thereafter, what could be described as an epidemic of motion sickness swept over much of the crew. I personally thought the tacos were delicious, and I luckily do not get seasick, but after everyone got some sleep post first watch, most were feeling better and wondering what lay ahead on the island of Nevis.