|90 miles and 16 hours later, we made it to the shores of Trinidad!|
Just as we were pulling out of the slip our engine made a bizarre noise. Everyone looked alarmed. "That's not right" Scott said. We all knew it. Please don't let this be a serious problem I hoped silently. Scott tried the engine in reverse again. The noise grew worse. "Tie the boat back up" Scott ordered. We did. It was investigation time and we were burning up daylight. "Something is probably around the prop" I suggested. Scott and our friend Felix went down to check the prop shaft. It was then that Felix's girlfriend, Louisa, noticed the marina's Mediterranean mooring leader line... going right under our boat. Bingo. Not the worst thing in the world - a line around the propeller could be fixed quickly - but not the most auspicious beginning either.
Knowing we were already slightly behind schedule (we were hoping to leave at 4pm) and not wanting to wait for the marina diver, Scott jumped in the water with a knife and got to work. Fifteen minutes later we were free to go, and quietly backed out of what had been our "home" for the past seven months. It was sad to say goodbye - but we were ready to leave and knowing that we'll be back next November made it just a little bit easier.
As we left the marina, the light of day was slipping quickly down the horizon and as Grenada gifted us one last sunset, we raised our sails and headed south on a beam reach. We shut off the engine didn't turn it back on until we entered Boca de Manos on the way into Chaguramas Bay. As predicted, once we were out of the lee of the island the seas kicked up and the wind built to over twenty knots. We were flying under full jib and double-reefed main and averaged just under six knots the entire night. The seas were bumpy and the boat pitched and lurched wildly but sailed well. Thankfully, the guys let me be the "floater"- and being such, I didn't have to stand watch but remained available if necessary. I hunkered down in the v-berth and hoped to God I didn't no into labor. Baby girl endured a WILD ride!
Sixteen hours and ninety miles later we arrived, slightly bruised and battered, into Port of Spain, Trinidad - guided by a large pod of dolphin. It's incredible how exhausting sailing through the night can be - especially when conditions require physical and mental concentration and hand steering (our autopilot doesn't do well in wind over 20 knots and seas on the beam). The boys did a fantastic job keeping Rasmus sailing well, I did a great job of not going into labor, and other than a fat lip on Scott from a rogue glass that went flying through the cabin in the night, the trip was uneventful.
|Just call him "Angelina".|
We have been very warmly welcomed by our new friends and sponsors at Peake's Yacht Services and we know without a shadow of a doubt that we made the right decision coming here. This is an top-rate facility, with an incredibly accommodating and friendly staff who have already taken excellent care of us - and we haven't even been here 24 hours! I'm looking forward to telling you more about this great facility...but for now, Scott and I are enjoying the benefits of having a nice, airconditioned hotel room for a night!
PS. If you want to see some great photos of the past five days with my dad and Uncle Tommy - please check out our latest album on Facebook!