Let the Adventure Begin . . .

As told to you by me, Colleen,
Captain Neil's First Mate (Among many other things)
Colleen0313@gmail.com

Sooner or later things come to an end. The adventure is over.
Good Bye.

My final pictures: (10 out of 5000 taken)
1. One of many piles and piles of things taken off ofthe boat.
2. We did so much cleaning by the end of the week we were drinking it.
3. We did it! Yolo sparkles!
4. I will miss my kitchen.
5. The kids were great. They hung out on deck while we cleaned.
6. Our bedroom. How will we sleep on a real bed that does not rock?
7. Our last photo on YOLO!
8. From water to wheels. What a transition.
9. All Aboard!
10. IOWA, HERE WE COME!

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June 12, 2008 (Thursday) It was a bittersweet moment when we pulled in to the Severn River Marina in Gloucester, VA in the Chesapeake on May 30^th. It was our last sail together on YOLO. I got to pull in the jib for the very last time. It was a moment of mixed emotions but we will always have thousands of memories that were created on this unforgettable journey.
We spent 10 days in the marina detailing the boat. YOLO sparkles and shines. Some lucky person is going to get one heck of a great boat.
Ironically when we pulled in to the Chesapeake a few weeks ago on that cold and windy day it was the record low for that date. 46 degrees. We froze. Our last 3 days here we baked in the sun as it was record highs since 1989 of 100 degree temperatures. We could not even walk down the dock without breaking out in a sweat. It was dead calm and HOT! All of this while we were trying to get stuff done on the boat. One of the evenings Neil and I decided to ride the complimentary tour bikes in to a Mexican Restaurant we had spotted. Six miles later we arrived at the restaurant. People were getting out of their air conditioned automobiles all nicely dressed. Here we are with tank tops and shorts with sopping wet hair and sweat pouring off of us. My first stop was the restroom to wring out my shirt and wipe myself down with paper towels.    A jumbo margarita never tasted so good.
We met some wonderful people here in the marina and were invited one evening over to a couples air conditioned large power boat complete with a living room, kitchen, bar and full size bedrooms. They must have felt sorry for us.    All of that is fine and dandy until they need to go to the fuel dock. We talked with people that easily spend over $1000 for a weekend in the bay. Hopefully that makes for a pretty good market for a real nice sailboat.
I am not sure how we did it but we got all of our worldly possessions loaded in our rental car. Of course, we tossed a bunch of stuff and gave equal amounts away to John on our neighbor boat. Every nook and cranny of our Saturn Vue (?) was packed. We stuffed items everywhere we could stuff.    We headed out mid day on the 9^th of June for the final leg of our journey. It was a beautiful drive through Virginia and West Virginia as we wove through the mountains and forests and followed along rivers.    We did not see much of Kentucky since we passed through there in the dark.   We pulled over somewhere in Kentucky in the middle of the night to try to catch a few winks in a McDonald�s parking lot. It was not easy in a little SUV. Neither of our seats would recline because of all of the stuff jammed up against them. We had bags at our feet and Neil�s knees were pretty much on the dash. We tried shoving a towel up against the window and leaning our heads, we tried every which way to squirm in to some form of position to sleep.   After a couple hours of that nonsense we took off again taking turns at the wheel.    24 hours and 1400 miles later we arrived at the cabin at Twin Lakes, IA. We opened the car doors and let everything fall out. We heaped it all in a pile and relaxed on the porch. There will be another day to begin the unpacking process.
Time now to regroup and try to get our lives back in order.   I am not sure what the future holds but we will find out soon enough.    I will never ever regret quitting my job and doing this and I am so grateful that Neil gave me the opportunity to join him for this adventure.   I hear so many stories of people that work work work up to retirement age and then are not physically able or there are health issues and they never get to complete some of their dreams. This was a dream come true. We did it!
We are tired, worn out, out of shape and we beat ourselves up pretty good but oh well. We lived up to the old saying��..

� Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, with a beer in one hand, a piece of pizza in the other, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming�..   "WOO HOO what a ride!"

May 29, 2008 (Thursday) What a beautiful day here in the marina but the boat is in shambles. We have work to do today but decided we would take it slow. The customs guy actually came out to the boat to check us through. And then gave me a ride to the grocery. What a nice guy. The people here are so friendly. Roger was able to get a 1:00 PM flight out of here. He was such a great help to us. We owe him a decent dinner when we return to Twin Lakes. Or maybe two, or three. And it won�t be out of a can. I promise. And there will be plenty of beer, rum and coke.

We spent the day doing things on the Internet, doing mountains of laundry, hosing down the boat and all sorts of other fun things. It is so nice to be on land and on a dock with unlimited water and sunshine.

I am going to check out for a few days. Neil and I are going to sail 24 miles tomorrow up through the bay to another marina where we will detail the boat and have it ready to put on the market.

And besides, this pool is calling me. I am going to go swimming with the ducks.

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May 28, 2008 (Wednesday) Thank goodness for those few short sweet dreams last night because it was short lived. Neil and Roger switched places somewhere in the middle of the night. All was well until about 7:30AM and then ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE! Literally. We are in the middle of one heck of a squall. To describe in one word what today is it would to be �brutal�. We are experiencing 15-20 foot swells. There are wind gust of 35-45 MPH. There are heavy rains pelting us left and right while at the same time walls of water are crashing over the boat. The cockpit cover had to be closed after a wall of water made it past the dodger and in to the galley. I am not exaggerating when I say �walls� of water. Soaking us, drenching us and enough to nearly knock you over when accompanied by a nice 20 foot swell. So big that one came through and washed the cushions right off the cockpit benches and everything thing else in its path, sunglasses, cups, towels, etc. All items floated to the back of the cockpit area until it drained before the next one hit. Not to mention, it is COLD and almost a bit scary. We had all the hatches secure and the galley hatch closed up so all was well down below.

I think was around 10:30 AM. All three of us are bundled up in our suits getting drenched when Roger said to Neil. And I quote �Neil, I have had just about enough of this shit!� Neil replies with �what would you like me to do Roger, pull over and drop you off�. The day goes on and on and we continue to freeze and get wet and tumble around the boat. Every move we made was a total effort and had to be calculated. It was almost easier to crawl through the galley than try to walk. We had to be hanging on to something at all times or it would be a tumble or a crash. And there were some.

The winds were so strong that when we decided to pull in the jib, there was so much pressure and it was wound so tight that we did not have enough furling line to get it all in Anybody that has sailed will understand. That left us with 4-6 feet or more of the jib whipping in the wind. This is not a good situation at all. Neil was very concerned about the boat, the sails, the lines and rigging. Something is sure to break and then we will be in a real world of hurt. We can�t continue on like this. He decided that he needed to go up on deck to bring down the main and try to reef it. I totally understand where he is coming from as things were crashing and whipping and we need to save the boat from severe damage but to go up there now? I shuttered to think about it. Roger was down below and I asked him to come up and ponder this with us. He totally agreed with me. It is not worth the risk. One wrong move and it is good bye Captain Neil. Neil agreed to wait an hour and see if the winds subsided. After an hour or so and the winds had not subsided he said he had to do it. He got the harness on and promised he could latch himself to something every step of the way. I asked him to please put on a life jacket too and he did so with out batting an eye. Neil crawled up there and gave the signal. Roger steered us in to the wind, I dropped the sail. Neil bounced around up there while the boat lurched through the waves and swells. We got it down and he tried to reef it and I was to pull it back up. I tried as hard as I could. My heart was pounding not so much trying to pull up the main but seeing him up there hanging on and swaying with each swell. He signaled to drop it back down. Some of the clips had come loose and there is no way we can sail that thing now. My heart continued to pound until he crawled back and was safely in the cockpit, latching himself all the way. What a relief. We let the jib all the way out and sailed the rest of day on that alone.

Figuring I might still have a cell signal I called Steven to get a weather report and see if we were going to get any relief. He relayed that we were traveling through quite a line of a severe weather system off the coasts of North Carolina and Virginia. But the good news was that we were most of the way through it and it would dissipate by late afternoon. He also gave us some wind directions and swell information. Thanks Steven.

We continued and true to forecast by 4:45 PM as we spotted the red buoy marking the entrance to the channel in to Chesapeake Bay, things had subsided and the winds and swells were going down. There were big smiles on all our faces. WE DID IT! We are almost there. We see the landscape of the bay and the tall buildings but we still have 3 hours to go to get through the long channel.

I need to make another phone call to Steven. Our original plan was to go to Gloucester Point, VA but it is several miles up the channel. We want the first available marina that we can get. He did the research and when I called him back for about the 4^th time he had the names and coordinates of three that we can choose from. As he described them to me and I relayed the information to Roger and Neil, we chose the one that is most modern, with a pool, showers, bars and restaurants. Thanks again Steven.

Neil plugged in the coordinates and now all we have to do is follow the course and we will be HOME! We are probably smelly. We are definitely salty, we look like hell, but we don�t care. We are jumping off this boat just as it is, which looks like a tornado struck, and are going to go toast our accomplishment at the fist bar we find.

I found a nice little spot to sit tight various times of the day. I got myself cuddled in between the galley steps and the bathroom door. It worked for me. At least I could not roll anywhere from this angle. While sitting there I spotted a box of granola bars in the tub underneath the table. I crawled over and got them. I offered one to Roger who was resting on the broken down playpen. I ate one myself, stuffed one in my pocket and started the mission up the steps and back to Neil at the helm. I fed him so he could keep both hands on the wheel. We all agreed our dinner of granola bars today was hmm hmm good.

It was a slow ride through the channel. It took 3 hours but we made it in the darkness. I was the spotter on the bow looking for markers. Roger was the technical coordinate guy at the computer. Neil just aimed the boat where we told him. Left, right, a little more left, oh, a little bit right. But we got here. We are in the Salt Ponds Marina in Hampton, Virginia. Neil and I are in the United States for the first time in six months.

None of us took the time to shower. Oh by the way, did I mention we think we ran out of water? Roger used some out of a jug to spruce up. Captain and I went as we were. I wore my rain suit. It is darn cold here. Nothing like what we are used to. Our toes are used to hot sand and they nearly froze off today. We heard that this is a record low for this area for this date. Do we deserve this? I don�t think so.

We tied up the boat and went on our mission to find a bar but could not find one. This is a beautiful place but it is quiet and subdued. It is a peaceful marina with lovely condo�s lining the side.. Panic was about to set in when we saw a woman walking her cute little dogs. Roger promptly asked �where is the nearest bar�? It went from there. She said there weren�t any within walking distance. We had to look pathetic after the last week on the water. Wee struck up a conversation and the next thing we knew; we were in her home where she offered us a beer. That was so nice of a stranger to take 3 crusty sailors in like that. To top it off her son gave us ride downtown so we could explore the cobble stone streets and establishments of Hampton, Virginia. Thank you so much Mary Jane. We greatly appreciate what you did for us. We returned to YOLO at some hour and fell asleep in salty, wet, cold bed sheets.

May 27, 2008 (Tuesday) Just another typical Tuesday at sea. We had rather low winds and the sea was minus swells. We did our usual relax, sleep, sun, eat, drink, etc.etc.etc. Needless to say this is getting old and we wished we would have had stronger winds but some wind is better than no wind. We want wind. We want high winds. We want to have both sails full. We want to get to Chesapeake !!!!!!!!! Right after sunset we saw lights off in the distance. We are somewhere off the coast of North Carolina. The lights are at least 10 miles away but they are really there. That sure looks like a tower of sorts. I grabbed Neil�s cell phone and sure enough, it must be a tower. I have a signal. I got Kelsi�s voice mail. I am sure she is busy working her new summer job. I was able to talk to Steven for a bit. It was great to be able to reach them from the boat. Roger put a call in to Michael too. I am sure she was thrilled to here that we have taken good care of him. Actually I don�t know what he said and maybe it is best we don�t. This is the longest they have ever been apart in their 46 years of marriage. My apologies to Michael if 47 is not correct. I asked Roger and he was busy counting on his fingers and toes and ran out so he just took a stab at it.
We had great winds tonight. Roger slept with Otto up top and Neil and I settled in to the playpen with sweet dreams dancing through our heads. What a pleasant smooth sail. This is great!!!!

May 26, 2008 (Monday) It was quiet night up above and I think everybody was able to get some sleep. I woke up in my rain suit. The Northern temperatures are a little too cool for me so I found it quite comfortable. In fact, I guess we all slept in our rain suits. .We don�t want to take chances after the other night.

It is Memorial Day. We are all wishing we were at Twin Lakes but instead we are floating around the ocean. It is a calm day. We had to motor for a bit this morning because there are some shoals clear out here in the middle of nowhere and we had to skirt those but once past that we changed course are now averaging 6+ knots and we are on a course heading straight for our destination. WE ARE GOING HOME! CHEERS!I

May 25, 2008 (Sunday) What a bunch of crusty, stinky, salty sailors we were with the morning light. The winds were steady all day long and it was 12 hours of hard sailing. The kind where you don�t move and if you decide to, you better calculate your every move. Visiting the restroom is the worst. Absolutely every thing is an effort. I don�t think I poked my head up on deck until at least 2:00 PM. I was not feeling the best and every time I attempted to move I fell nauseous. So I just laid there. Hour after hour. My favorite memory of today is when I contemplated whether I should get up and get my water bottle out of the refrigerator. I wanted it so badly. I got up and got to the refrigerator and had my bottle in hand and had my feet firmly planted when all of a sudden we must have hit a swell and the next thing I knew I was flying. I was catapulted through the air. I cleared the galley bench and tumbled across the playpen landing on the opposite bench. I just had laughed because that had to look pretty funny and I am sure it was done very gracefully. Later Neil and Roger shared similar stories where they were tumbling about on deck and at one point landed on each other.

The winds finally subsided late in the day. We were finally able to move about a bit. I put together a fine dinner. We had chili dogs. It was hmm, hmm good.

May 24, 2008 (Saturday) Just as it the forecast had warned, we were going to get light winds. If there is anything that frustrates a sailor trying to sail a boat 2000 miles up the coast, it is low wind, or no wind. The only positive to this situation is that I was able to jump off the back of the boat and hanging on to the dinghy lines I went through all sorts of exercises pulling myself up and down the ropes for arm exercises and doing bicycles through the waves for my legs. Who would think one could do this out in the Atlantic Ocean? I never would have guessed. I did not even use the harness. I think I could have caught YOLO if necessary. I was out there for probably 30-40 minutes but Roger said I was slowing down the boat by about a knot so I climbed back aboard for another fantastic meal. Stir fry out of a bag, dumped over rice. It was hmm hmm good.

Again, as predicted the winds came up tonight and all hell broke loose. We spent a good share of the night sailing through a squall. Otto is not cut out for this so Neil and Roger pretty much beat themselves up on deck taking turns getting drenched with walls of water coming over the bow and into the cockpit. Another thing we noticed is that the further we get North the colder it is getting. Neil and I are wimps. We have not had anything below 75 degrees for 6 months. I bet it dropped to the sixties. This is crazy. But they were prepared with their rain gear and their hoods on. I relocated myself to the front cabin. This is a big mistake when we are in a storm like this but my choices are limited right now. The back cabin where we keep our tubs of clothing are strewn all about because the tubs have shifted and things are everywhere and it also houses the old main sail and the old biminy taking up most of the room.

We are heeled to the Port side so the galley bench shifted and the slat came loose that holds the table up beneath the cushions so even the playpen is out of commission. I figured I only had one choice. I made the trek to the back cabin. That in itself was an effort. I stuffed items wherever I could and pushed tubs to the rear and nestled in between it all. Poor Neil and Roger, they are still up on deck getting beat up. I finally fell asleep.

May 23, 2008 ( Friday) It was generally a nice day out in the Atlantic. We are still riding the Gulf Stream. We are nearing Florida although we can�t see it we know it is over there somewhere. We filled the day with our normal daily activities. We read, drink, eat, read, Saduka, lay in sun, read, drink, sleep, eat some more. And then start all over again until we have thrill of the day, the sunset. We are coming up with some interesting non healthy dinners these days. Tonight it was chicken wings before darkness fell.

May 22, 2008 (Thursday) I did some wandering this morning checking the area out a little bit more before returning to YOLO to join the guys on our mission of the day. We need to provision the boat. I learned in my wandering that there is a large grocery store a mile away and we can hop on a local bus for a buck. Away we go. We could barely walk to the bus stop on our return we were so loaded down. Cases of beer, pop and bag after bag of fat filled snacks. We got things stowed and Roger and Neil took off for the pool. I made couple quick phone calls and then joined them. We met up with a foursome from Florida that had power boated over for the weekend. They think we are nuts for sailing out there for days on end. We shared a beer with them before the inevitable. We have to get back on the boat! Neil and I had to pry Roger�s grip from the swimming pool ladder and basically drag him back to the boat and strap him on. I had warned him prior to our arrival to the island that if I saw him secretly getting in line at an airline counter, there was going to be trouble. Being the good sport that he is and a few beers later and a rum and coke, he was happy to be back to sea for the final leg of this trip.

I forgot to mention we took on an additional crew member for this last leg. We were sharing a kick off cocktail and I spotted something floating in the water. A closer look confirmed it. It was a doll. I grabbed the mooring ball stick and retrieved her from the water. She looked a little rough. I have no idea how long she has been floating or where she floated from. I hosed her off, stripped her and put her in the sink for a much needed bath. I was feeling sorry for her �mother� somewhere out there. I wish I could tell her that her baby is in good hands and is going sailing with us. We pondered for quite awhile trying to decide what to name her. She has officially became a member of the YOLO crew and has been named Thursday Peachie McInerney. I will discuss this with my McInerney brothers and sisters at first chance but this poor girl needed a name.

Prior to departure while the guys fueled I made a dash to a Domino�s for a couple pizzas. It was hmm hmm good. We had decent winds through the night not to mention we hit the Gulf Stream and are steady at 10-11 knots. Smooth sailing��.. I slept down below while the guys caught some winks up above.

May 21, 2008 (Wednesday) Of all the days and nights we have put up with slow winds last night was not one of them. But this is the one time that we did not need them. We are nearing our destination of Grand Bahama Island but can�t arrive in the dark so we had to pull in the jib to slow down the sail through the night. I took the 2:30 AM shift and watched and waited as the land and lights got closer and closer. The anticipation was building. I can�t wait to step foot on that dock. We passed by freight liners and cruise ships sitting about 10 miles off shore waiting for sunrise. I woke up Neil around 5:00 AM when we were within a couple miles of the channel. We had to kind of hang out there waiting until we could see the markers. Roger and I stood up on the bow taking in the scenery as we traveled through the Bell Channel passing the resorts and condominium complexes. We were up the channel and tied up at the fuel dock in the Port Lucaya Marina by 6:40 AM. There were some �high fives� on the dock as we stepped on after 11 days at sea. What a feeling it was. We relocated YOLO to our assigned slip. After some slight re-grouping and a quick check of e-mail I put on my running shoes to see if my legs still worked. I ran/walked down the sidewalks and trails in and among beautiful resorts along the beachfront. Neil and Roger had the task of taking care of customs and then settled themselves at a boardwalk caf� for breakfast. They walkie talkied me to join them but I first treated myself to a nice long shower on YOLO.

There are lots of shops and bars right here in the area. There is no need to go elsewhere. After some skype phone calls and Internet time and many e-mails later, we mixed ourselves a cocktail and spent a few hours in the marina pool this afternoon. It feels truly wonderful to be on land and floating around in the pool. We had a nice dinner out this evening and did a little bar hopping before returning to YOLO at some unknown hour and crashed. What a day. What a night. What a last 11 daysPicture!

Pictures.....

1. They are coming back for me only because I have the pizza
2. Our new Crew Member. Thursday Peachie McInerney
3. Roger's morning ritual. Saduka.
4. Captain Neilly at the helm
5. Roger at the helm through the storm
6. My safe haven. Nestled in the corner
7. Roger pull in the Jib, we are almost there.
8. The most beautiful sight. The marker to the entrance to Chesapeake Bay
9. Our new found friend. Mary Jane with us stinky sailors. THanks for the beer!
10. Roger can't seem to get enough. He has them lined up and ready.
11. Two of my favorite sailors
12. We are here tied on the A dock. A beautiful place. Salt Ponds Marina

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Calm Seas

May 20, 2008 (Tuesday) We saw land again as the sun came up. This is probably the closet we have come to land and can actually see structures although it is still several miles away. We are skirting by the island of Grand Abacos. We are sticking with our mission and still headed to Grand Bahama.

Grand Abacos has marinas and harbors but the main ones are on the East side of the island and we are on the West side. Oh well. We are getting giddy with excitement that if the winds hold tomorrow morning we will step off on a dock! Yippee!

I heard a conversation between Roger and Neil yesterday after we made our decision to keep going. The Captain said �well if everything goes as planned and the winds are steady we will be in Grand Bahama on Wednesday morning�. Roger�s reply was something like �If I could count how darn many times I have heard you say �if all goes well and the winds are steady��..

I think we were told the first leg would be 3-4 days. Then it turned in to 6-7 and the 7-8 and now we are at 11 days. Roger and I decided we are getting off of this boat tomorrow no matter what. If we have to take the dinghy in, we will. 11 days on 46 foot boat is a long time. We try to be optimistic and say to each other �isn�t this relaxing�? It is hard to believe though. The worst for me is that we have had no exercise. We have not walked more than a few dozen steps or so in a given day and those are feet planted side step sea steps. I wonder what we will look like coming off the dock? I am going to race for the Internet wherever that is. The hardest part for me being out here is not know what is going on there and I want to know that everybody is safe and sound. It wakes me up wondering about it.

I think I made their day. Somewhere down island I decided to start keeping various cans of beer, labels of which have not heard of. I have a small collection that I was going to take back and someday have a gathering or something at the lake and have the tub full of these various beers but then I kind of quit collecting because I got to wondering how I would get them all back. So I do not really have a complete my collection. What good is a partial collection? So, I brought out my partial collection and they are now chilling in the refrigerator. It is 3:05 right now and they are both napping in anticipation of tonight�s �party�. Maybe the dolphins will join us. We have sailed almost 900 miles in the last 10-11 days and not one dolphin sighting.

It is time to go finish off my third book by James Patterson. I have red 1^st degree, 2^nd chance, and now I am on 3^rd degree. They are good books. I like to read but have not been able to find the time to do so for the last 20-25 so I guess the time is now!

May 19, 2008 (Monday) Day 9 at sea. Roger sailed us on a nice smooth sail through the night. Neil and I were able to sleep in the front cabin with the boat sailing smoothly at a steady pace all night long. We slept pretty soundly. It was great. Thanks Roger.

Well, what should we do today? I know, lets do the same thing we did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. Somehow we fill our days but we are all very anxious get our feet on land. We toyed with the option of stopping off on the island of Eleuthera and hook up in a small marina in Spanish Wells. We can barley make out the edges of the long skinny island but it is over there. That is not as easy as it sounds. We would have to change course and because of the shoals and reefs surrounding the island we would have to go down around the point and then back up. That would be roughly a � day to get over there and up and then another � day to get out of there and back in to open waters. It just is not worth it. When we stop, we want to kick up our heels and that did not seem to be the place to do so. However, on the flip side, we are in a serous situation with our provisions. We are basically out of soda and liquors. We have an ample supply of Kahlua but what good is that by itself? We polished off the remainder of the beer this afternoon. We are pretty much down to water. Somewhere a month or so ago I found a 12 pack of Diet Mt. Dew. I have one single can left. It is at the bottom of the refrigerator and I have it under heavy surveillance. Don�t even think about it Neil or Roger or the MOB button will have to be initiated.

So being the tough sailors that we think we are, we all decided together to skip Eleuthera as much as we want off this boat, and sail on two more days to get to Grand Bahama where we will be in a modern marina, with showers, shops, boutiques, bars, restaurants, civilization and PEOPLE! I wonder if this means we will have to put our shoes on. As I think about it, wandering around VIP Marina prior to departure and up to today, I have not had shoes on for oh, probably two weeks. I am running low on shoes anyway. The brand new Teva�s that Lynn brought me somehow disappeared. I don�t suppose the actually flew out of the boat. I am going to guess we were somewhere (this was well over a month ago) and I must have kicked them off and forgot and walked out of the restaurant or bar barefoot.

We saw a couple boats out there today. That is encouraging that civilization really does still exist. It has been a long time we all get little crazy at times. Roger and I just sat and shook our heads as Neil was yelling and screaming off the back of the boat to the passing ship�.. HELP, HELP, MAY DAY, and on and on. The thing was miles away! He is hoarse to say the least. I think I would have grabbed the flare gun if I was that desperate. Believe me, this is not a joke. He was.

We had a lovely dinner of hot dogs minus the bun (we don�t have any) and spaghettio�s. Not just the plain ones. These had �meatballs�. I purposely took a spoonful without a �meatball�.

In spite of it all we had a nice evening we went to the outdoor theatre tonight. We got the popcorn ready. Got the laptop all set up on the center console on deck and watched �CAPTAIN RON�. If one has not seen this movie they truly should take a time out and do so. For the tenth time or so it was still very entertaining. What made it even more so is in the scenes when the boat was crashing through the sea, so were we!!!!! We could feel the motion of the movie. Of course, being sailors we did have to critique slightly at times how they handled the sails. Roger and Neil think they are pro�s now that they have read the book.

Roger offered again to take the duties of watching the sails keeping Otto Company. Neil and I set our selves up in the galley in the playpen. Another great sail through the night.

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May 18, 2008 (Sunday) Happy Birthday to my Mother. I have a card and it is ready to send but no postal helicopters or boats stopped by to pick it up. Maybe I can send it belated when we stop in the Bahama�s There have been no signs of life or land. The most we have seen is a jet fly overhead thousands of feet up. We waved.

We have had to resort to making our own ice. I fill little baggies and place them against the cooling block. It takes about a day but it works. Roger does his part by beating the frozen bag with a meat pounder. This creates nice little cubes for our fancy drinks.

At least we had wind through the night and still have it so we are sailing away. Whittling away the miles to our destination. We still have a long way to go though.

Pictures:

The floating bar at Culebra
Pull up the anchor, lets go sailing
Neil and Roger getting glimpses of Puerto Rico
arts & crafts time
the surround sound on board movie theatre
we sleep wherever
and whenever
During the day or night
It is time for a afternoon jog
Roger at the ice �bucket�
sunset after sunset. This one on calme glassy waters of the Atlantic
Pirate Roger at the helm

May 17, 2008 (Saturday) It is 2:30 AM. I feel the boat loosing speed. I can hear the sails luffing and the boom banging. Neil and I both laid there and listened to it for a bit and could hear Roger up there adjusting and pulling in and letting out and probably tried every trick imaginable but no luck. Here we sit again in the middle of a becalmed sea. I heard Roger�s feet scampering to the bow of the boat in the darkness and said to Neil �he is going up front� Neil went up to keep a look out. They made a few more adjustments and decided to resort to running the engine for a bit just to keep YOLO on course. Roger went down below for a nap Neil took up residency on the cushions in the cockpit. An hour or two later I heard the sails go up and we were moving again. It is a around 5:00 AM when I hear the scamper of feet again and see Neil�s go right by the port hole. It must be a mother�s sixth sense. I went up to make sure he doesn�t accidentally fall overboard. We had kind of talked about that no one goes to the front of the boat in the dark without someone else up top to keep a look out. Even though there is no wind we are still rocking with the swells. Fella�s, you are not obeying your own rules. We have the MOB (man over board) button on the GPS but what good will it do if you don�t know when the man fell overboard? That wind maintained pretty well until probably noon and here we sit again. I kept myself busy all morning playing on my computer. Roger was playing on Neil�s and Neil was reading and we have all had a nap or two

We basically floated through the sea today. It was so calm that I decided to go for a run in the ocean. This was accomplished by strapping myself to a harness which is attached to the back of the boat and going through the motions of running with my legs trying to keep up with YOLO. It sure felt good to be in the water even it was in a harness like a dog on a leash.

Tonight�s dinner was boxed Spanish rice. It was hmm hmm good.

The movie started at 7:30. It was a rerun of Good Will Hunting. We had popcorn all ready to go. Roger made it about an hour. I was shortly behind him so we woke up and decided we would have to finish it some other night. That pretty much sums up how movies go down here. We always fall asleep.

After the movie we literally took the sails down. The engine is shut off because we are conserving fuel and we all took a nap while we floated. It was a very frustrating day for three sailors at sea with no wind. Around 9-00-ish we felt wind. Neil and I went up to put the sails up. In order to do so he started the engine to steer in to it to pull up the main. This is how calm it is. Dinghy�s rope had floated under the boat. It got tangled up in the prop. This is not a good thing when it is dark out but Neil got a flashlight, his mask, snorkel and fins and jumped in. He got it untangled on the first try.

If you think it is boring reading this just how think boring it is writing it out here with no land in sight and barley moving. We have not even seen so much as a bird today.

May 16, 2008 (Friday) We arrived here in Mayaguana as the sun was rising around 6:00 AM. It was nice sail up here with steady gentle winds.

When this whole trip was plotted the plan was to do it in three legs. After talking about it we all decided that we don�t want to do three legs. Let�s do it in two legs. We are anxious to get to Chesapeake. So in stead of our first leg ending in Provo it is now going to end in Mayaguana so we can pick up food, fuel and water, check the Internet and then on we will go to Chesapeake. We have no intentions of staying over night here like we wanted to do in Provo. Being the rinky dink place this is we just want to go in, check in to customs, pick up necessities and take off again. Sounds good to me.

But first Neil and Roger need to tend to some issues that we are having with the brand new main sail. Some of the little clips that hold the main to the mask are about to come loose. Neil fully intends to be in touch with North Sails as soon as we get to our destination but for now we have to do something because it is vital that the main is intact for this sail. They were up there working on that when a guy from a neighbor boat stopped by to chat. We knew ahead of time that it costs $300 to stop at any of the Bahama Islands whether you are there for 10 minutes or if you stay 12 months. We did not realize that Mayaguana is one qualified as a Bohemian island but it qualifies because it is officially one of �The Bahamas South of the Tropic of Cancer�. For whatever that means. To pay $300 to be here for two hours? I don�t think so. We now have Plan C ready to be put in to action. Plan C we leave before we are noticed and because we are not able to get any provisions or water we can�t go to Chesapeake. We now plan to sail across the gulf stream in to Fort Pierce which is about 20 miles south of Cape Canaveral which could take as long as 3-5 days. I really really was longing to get on land and get on the Internet but will not be able to.

Neil hopped in dinghy and visited with neighbor boats. He found a couple that had a satellite based e-mail service on board. It is not an internet connection. It is strictly an e-mail service that they pay for by the character for both outgoing and incoming e-mails. Neil gave the guy a $20 in hopes of sending an encrypted message. No spaces. No punctuation. They graciously helped us out. Believe it or not, they are from Muscatine, IA. Who would think in the middle of nowhere out here that we would run in to fellow Iowans? Just one message was sent to family to let them know we are OK. That is a relief on one hand but one the other we still don�t know if everything is OK back home. We have no way to find out. We have to move on.

We have half our water supply and a quick inventory told us we had enough food to live on. Albeit spaghettio�s, boxed things and canned goods. Even beer and cocktails will have to rationed! We would have like to top of diesel but this place does not even have a diesel dock. You have to take your 5 gallon jugs in, fill them and dinghy them back out through the channel to your boat. Captain Neil keeps detailed records of engine hours and diesel so confident that we will be alright. Hey, this is a sail boat, we should not need diesel. Wrong again. We are becalmed at sea for several hours again today. It is very frustrating to be out floating in an ocean in a sailboat with no wind. But again, we have no choices. We sleep a lot, we eat macaroni and cheese, we read, we do whatever to amuse ourselves.

Finally the wind picked up this evening and we were doing over 5 knots.

Yes, we are sailing again. Roger said he would take a shift so Neil and I both went below for a night of great sailing.

May 15, 2008 (Thursday) With the early morning sun so, I decided to relocate to the back cabin amongst all of our belongings to catch a few more winks. The back port side cabin is basically our storage space and when sailing it is far more comfortable to nestle in between the tubs than be beat around up in the front cabin.

It is 7:00 AM. The wonderful wind we had through the night is gone. We are floating and motoring.

It is 8:49 AM. Neil just woke up from a cat nap and went up top when we heard something to the effect of; AHOY MATES!!!!! IT IS LAND! I SEE LAND!

We all got excited at the sighting but laid back down realizing we have many hours to go.

We are seeing the Provindenciales. We lucked out when the winds picked up and here we are rounding Provo looking for the inlet and soon we will step foot on land for the first time in 4 days. We may wobble when we walk. We will have to remind ourselves to proceed with caution. It is not always easy to convert sea legs to land legs.

A quick time out to a different subject. Six years ago I set up a match.com account looking for someone special. I lucked out! Neil had done the same and our profiles seemed to match. After a brief interlude of e-mails we met face to face for the first time six years ago tonight at the Sports Page in Fort Dodge, IA. It did not take many fish in the sea to find out that Neil is the one for me. The rest is history.

I spoke to soon. Earlier today I wrote that we were going to Provo and will be in a modern marina this evening. And maybe even have a real dinner in a real restaurant and a real shower. When we radioed to check conditions we were told to sit tight and a guide would come out to check the inlet through the reef. We saw him out there on the inside of the reef and after a short conversation between he and Neil on the radio his recommendation was to abort any attempts to come through the inlet. The 15 foot swells were crashing in against the reef and we may or may not have made it with out crashing. What is Plan B? We did not really have one. Neil got out the books and put together plan B. We do not get to go to land. We have to sail through the night up to and island called Mayaguana. Mayaguana is a flat island consisting of a tangle of shrubs and trees and has very little to offer a cruising visitor. There is no such thing as a marina on Mayaguana. In fact we were told it is just a very small village with maybe a store or two and a customs agent. This is not exactly what we wanted to do but we have now choice right now. Back out to sea we go.

May 14, 2008 (Wednesday) Day 4 at sea. We had perfect winds up until about 7:45.AM. Right about that time the wind suddenly died and our sails were luffing. Neil was resting down below. Roger and I were up top and made the decision to pull them in. We floated in dead calm waters like a duck on a pond for a few hours. And just as quickly as the winds subsided, they came back! So both sails are up and full and we are averaging over 5 knots. The boat is perfectly balanced so that not even Otto is necessary. YOLO sailed herself for almost 6 hours. The guys went down below to the surround sound theater to watch Gladiator. I have seen enough sword fights so opted to skip the movie but got all of the effects from the boat speakers above while working on a little project. There is no land in sight and I have not seen a boat all day. We are out here in the middle of nowhere. I did see one or two birds and one has to wonder how they get out here but they do.

The matinee is over. We have a great wind and it is a little struggle to be down in the galley, much less cook anything so dinner tonight was leftover grilled chicken breasts rejuvenated with a spin through the microwave. We are out of barbeque sauce so we made do with ketchup. It was hmm hmm good. We have such a great sail going with � moon and it was quite soothing on deck rolling through the waves. Neil went down early knowing he would probably have to take the early morning shift. Roger and I sat on deck and rolled through the sea and swells for a couple hours before he went down. I kept the lookout for non existent boats until about 3:00 AM when Neil relieved me. I slept up above until the sun was beating on me and I had to throw a sheet over my head.
May 13, 2008 (Tuesday) Day 3 at sea. We are still experiencing those calm winds but had both sails up today. Roger and Neil spent part of the day adjusting, pulling in, letting out and all sorts of various techniques. I was minding my own business in the galley when I heard them discussing something up in the cockpit. Geez, their voices sound slightly raised. What�s up with that? I listened for a minute. It went something like this.

��Roger, I am telling you, to get maximum speed we need to take the bluish colored rope there and string it up through that thing-a-ma-jig up there and then run it back through that round loopy hole on the end of that sail there and then pull! If we both pull like hell the sail will go up.�

�Neil, I know you have been out here for a while but maybe you could learn a thing or two from me. What we need to do is take the red and white checked rope and get it hooked around the watcha-ma call-it-up there on the pointy part. Is that called the stern? Whoops, I think the technical term for the pointy end is the �bow�. The stern is back where the outdoor shower is. Anyway, we pull it back here and hook it around that silver thing with the handle. We give it two wraps and THEN we pull!

�I understand what you are trying to say Roger but that silver thing; it is called a winch. What that is for is to break up bags of ice and we keep the handle thing down in the galley to use when we need to break up the ice in the refrigerator to make a drink. Regardless, we have to figure this out. Do we both agree that the pointy end of the boat should be the part heading in to the waves?�

�Yes, Neil I agree with that but I just don�t know about the rest�

About that time Neil came down in the galley and rummaged through the cupboard for �the book�. They both sat intently looking through �the book� for what seemed like hours. I had to interject as they were reading�.. �Why oh why didn�t you guys read that book before we found ourselves out in the Atlantic with no land in sight????????????

After extensive study and conversation we all figured out together what to string where and which rope to pull and low and behold we had full sails. Once the sails were up Otto took over and we had a perfect relaxing sail through the sea in the moonlight.

How to Sail A Sail Boat?

May 12, 2008 (Monday) Another calm day. The winds and the weather are fitting the forecast to a T. It is a struggle at times trying to figure out which sail to put out, or both, or even neither at one point. Unfortunately we had to motor later today. There was just plain no wind out here. In fact as the sun was setting and we were thinking about our 3^rd or 4^th nap of the day. It was kind of hard to believe but the water was like glass. We filled our day talking, eating, sleeping, reading, napping, drinking and looking for other crazy people out here. I don�t think we saw another boat all day. While Roger was doing his morning number puzzles I held �arts and crafts� time and created a refrigerator magnet using the various shells and rocks I had picked up from Buck Island a few days ago. Just another one of those Monday�s.

I bought a People Magazine and an US Magazine prior to our departure from St. Thomas. Each has been read from cover to cover. It is interesting to find out what�s going on in the world after being out of touch for so many months. What a relief it was to find that Brittany is out of re-hab and I had no idea Brad and Angelina were expecting. And little Shiloh turned two? And the opportunity to read about Tom and Katie�s little Suri�s big 02 birthday party. And then there is Owen and Kate, and always the latest on Paris and the trashy dressed Olsen twins. I will sleep much better tonight being all caught up and not having to wonder about these things.

May 11, 2008 Sunday) Once again we have a couple chores. I have to find a refrigerator magnet from Culebra. Neil has to check us in to customs. What do you suppose the chances are on a Sunday morning? I was successful. I wandered the streets of Culebra and found a souvenir shop that just so happened to be open. Maybe because it is Mothers Day. The customs office was closed so the decision was made to get the heck out of here before we are noticed. We will erase it from our minds that we even stopped here. We stopped for breakfast at �The Dinghy Dock� a little place on the water appropriately named since it was bordered by dinghy docks.

We left the bay at 10:40 AM and had the first sail up at 11:00 AM as we rounded the point. Atlantic Ocean, here we come! It was a pleasant day out here. We sailed all day with Puerto Rico within view in the distance. Otto did pretty much all of the work today while we relaxed. There no swells to speak of. The seas were calm and the wind was light as YOLO sailed through the night, each of us poking our heads up now and then to look for boats. Roger and I happened to both be up there around 2:30 AM when we spotted a cruise ship off in the distance lit up like a Christmas tree. There is not much else out there though. Day 2 at sea complete.

May 10, Saturday We were up with the sun and ready to get this show on the road. We posed for one last picture before our departure. We want people back home to know that we decided to play it real save and take all precautions available to us. By luck of the draw of the straw Neil got the harness. He can easily clip himself here and there as he moves about the boat. Roger got the noose. He surely will not fall of the boat with that secured around his neck.. We do not want any �man over board� incidents. All they left me was water noodles and a kiddie swim ring.

It was a short sail over to Culebra. We had to go around a reef to drop anchor out here. I jumped in with my mask and snorkel to check it out. I slightly underestimated the power of the waves around the reef. I found myself in about six inches of water and was brushing up against rock and coral. I had no choice but to suck it in and swim like heck for deeper water. The last thing I need is an urchin needle in my stomach or elsewhere. I spotted what appeared to be a floating bar over there. With a quick stop at the boat to check with the guys I decided to swim over and check it out and they planned to come over in the dinghy. I found that it is a bar in high season but we are entering low season so all I found was a man, woman, and their child on board. Roger and Neil showed up and we each had a beer on the little floating bar that is sometimes a hopping spot but not tonight. We went back to the boat for dinner. Fish, veggies and cheesy garlic bread. Day one of many at sea of the big finale is complete

May 9, 2008 Friday Night Neil and I decided to wander the docks waiting for Roger and in doing so stopped here and there to chat with other sailors. We returned to YOLO to find that Roger had arrived and was getting settled. As it always seems to be on the first nights arrival we stayed up late yakking and getting excited to hit the sea tomorrow.

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May 9, 2008 (Friday) I am definitely feeling like a fish out of water. I can�t jump in the water here in the marina and it is so very hot that we sweat whenever we go below. It is pretty miserable. I do not know how the marina employees do it as they work on boats all day in the sun. It does not help that we do not have the bimini (the roof) on. Neil is having a new one made that is being delivered this afternoon. It will match the sail sack and really look pretty darn cool on YOLO. Dave the craftsman will also be bringing back the dodger (the windshield) that he took with him last week to replace the clear vinyl windows that were damaged a bit in our sails of the last 5 months. YOLO will be just like new!

We baked in the sun doing things here and there and then I decided to walk in to Red Hook to a more reasonable market. It is probably a 1.5 miles and I welcomed the exercise. I returned via the local bus system a couple of hours later to the dreaded dock in Pirates Cove of yesterday with enough provisions to last us a few days. But today I have a walkie talkie tucked in my tank top. �Hello. YOLO YOLO come get me�. Here comes Neilly flying across the water.

Everything is coming together. We have a new main sail. We have a new bimini. It looks great. The dodger is pristine. Everything is sparkling clean and ready to sail.

Roger Swanson, where are you? Roger from Fort Dodge was supposed to arrive this afternoon around 4:45. We got a note that he was delayed in Chicago and will not be here until around 8:45 PM. Neil and I will be waiting.

I can�t express the amount of relief I have that Roger decided to join us for the final and last legs of our adventure. We need to sail YOLO up to Chesapeake Bay, VA. It is roughly 2000 miles and there will be times where we will be 3-4 days at sea without seeing land. It is going to be the top off to our adventure of a lifetime and I am so glad Roger will be here to share it with us. It is total reassurance to me to have a 3^rd body on board. Otto does his fair share and Monkey and Bear are always willing to help but something tells me that having Roger on board will be a great addition. I hope he feels the same after we have the opportunity to bond over the days and nights ahead.

Captain Neil has the route plotted and now all we have to do is hope for good winds and calm seas. The wind does not look to be in our favor. We do not want to motor! We want to sail! But there are light winds forecast for the next week so we just may end up floating? As of this moment our plan is to leave Compass Point tomorrow morning and sail to Culebra (ka-loo-bra). Culebra is right off of Puerto Rico. From there we will set off on our first big leg. It will be 3-4 days up to Provo. The Provincials. I believe the decision has been made to go right on by the Bohemian islands. We have seen enough palm trees and beaches. We want to get this baby home. We will see what happens from there.

So here we sit, waiting for Roger��..

I doubt I will have access to Internet on Sunday, Mothers Day, so I want to take time out right now to say to my Mother Bear�.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! You are the best!

Via an e-mail the other day she expressed concern over our long sails and our safety. I promised her I would maybe put on a life jacket from time to time throughout the weeks ahead. Sorry Mom, I can not lie. It is highly doubtful.

What she did not know is that I have something on board that will reassure her and I more than any old life jacket. I am not a pack rat. I tend to get rid of things but there a few items I have kept throughout the years and they mean a lot to me and bring back memories. One of those items is here with me. It is the beach towel my mom made for me. Yes, she made it. If my memory serves me correctly, she and I rode our bicycles to the local dime store in EG Iowa. I think the store was named Scott�s. I was seven years old. I picked out the terry cloth for my soon to be unique towel. I also picked out the bright red �rick rack� to be sewn on the edges of my towel. I wanted a flowery red towel with fringed edges. I got it! There will never be another towel in all of the land that equals my severely faded, worn beach towel. It has been with me on countless occasions and has now seen 34 islands. Instead of the life jacket, I will just hang on to my worn and torn beloved towel of 40 years.

Thanks Mom. It will be with me forever. Along with my pink blanket. And you.

We got YOLO secured and the work began. We have an unlimited fresh water supply. That is awesome and a real treat. I tackled bucket after bucket of laundry while hosing the deck and cockpit in between. It is beastly hot in here. I have to hose myself down about every 10 minutes just to be able to bear the heat and the sun. The new main sail had arrived. Neil and I got the old one off and nicely folded and stowed in the spare bedroom. It is going home to Iowa with us. Neil worked and worked up on deck with the sails and re-strung lines and hollered when he needed an extra hand. It was a little bit of a struggle at times but we got the brand spanking new lovely stiff and hard to handle main sail nicely tucked in to the sail sack.

We took a time out from our hard work for a couple beers at Patsy�s Place. Patsy�s is a small rustic open air place down the alley run by a local woman. The clientele has to be 98% local and workers from here in the marina. She makes a great Rueben sandwich though.

We have been without the jib for the last week when it got sent in to have some of the edges touched up. It was actually harder to get up than the main even though we are in a calm bay. We had to raise it all the way up in order to crank it in. The slight wind was whipping it and it was flying all over the place. It is unbelievable the power that thing has as I tried to hold it before Neil told me to just let it go before it threw me overboard. I worried about the boat next to us. I hated to see the thing whip over there and knock out one of its windows. We lucked out.

Following this feat I decided to dinghy over to Pirates Cove to the dinghy dock and walk the one block to the outrageously priced Food Center to find something to make for dinner. Pirate�s Cove is a run down area and it is our understanding that they are going to gut the place and start over. The only substantial thing remaining is a dinghy dock where people can come over from Compass Point Marina where we are to get to the grocery store over here. I noticed on my walk from the dock to the store that perhaps it is the time of day or whatever but I happened upon two iguanas at the edge of my path. They were both at least 2-3 feet long and as ugly as ever. That is odd. With all of the walks I have been taking I have not noticed them so much and to run in to two in one block? Oh well.

I was thinking maybe a Sante Fe Chicken salad sounded good. That was until I found that of simple bag of lettuce was 6.99 and the chicken was 8.99 for a 4 oz. package of those pre-cooked boneless grilled strips. The tomato was 3.50. and on and on. That is when I changed my mind on the evening�s dinner. These would have been $50 salads by the time I was done. I did bite the bullet though and paid $5 for two Vidalia onions and bought one of those all inclusive stir fry dinner bags for 10.99. It was the best bargain I could find. I guess I will whip it up and toss it on rice we happen to have on the boat.

Dinghy and I have been getting along quite nice lately. We had a long talk and seem to have come to terms with each other even though he still refuses to idle.

I returned to the dock with my goodies and got in to start dinghy and head back. Just as I have been instructed and have done a dozen times. I give it some gas, choke it and then quickly push in the choke and go. Not today. I tried and I tried.

I tried not choking it. I tried a two handed pull. I tried lots of gas. I tried a little bit of gas. He just plain did not want to cooperate. What makes this all just a little bit more intimidating is up past the dock 20 feet away is the only establishment still remaining here. A little bar. Actually it is not really a bar it is an outdoor table with four old plastic chairs that are usually occupied by crusty sailors. There is a refrigerator in a shack nearby and it is serve your self beer. I clearly note that these 4-5 guys are talking all of this in. By this time I had floated away from the dock and in to the mangroves. For one that does not know, mangroves are basically a twisted up jungle of limbs and vines and roots in swampy water. Now what do I do? I reached above and using the vines and limbs hovering above, I pulled dinghy and I out of the mangroves and somehow got us pulled to another dock over from the one I started from. Another important thing to know is that iguana�s love to play in the mangroves. They scurry around in the branches. As I am reaching above pulling dinghy and I out of this mess I made direct eye contact with one on the branch I need. I remained calm. I was a little bit distressed at this whole situation so I said �listen here Mr. Iguana, you leave me alone and I will leave you alone. Just get the heck out of my way. I am on a mission that I am not sure where it�s going� Also thinking......where is my walkie talkie to call Neil? Oh, on the counter on the boat. That�s a great place for it.

I got to the dock and decided to wrap my rope around a post on the dock and try this engine one more time, or was it two, or three? No luck. I quit. I decided to just sit there with my rope around the post. At least I can�t drift back in to that jungle of iguanas. But, what do I do now? Perhaps I will just sit here and cry. Right about then I hear �hey honey, can I help you�. I turned around and over the way on my starting dock is a long haired sailor with a pony tail down his back. He is obviously one of those that watched this entire episode from the start. He can�t get to me because we are on separate docks not accessible to each other by land without a long walk. He told me to let go of my rope and float over. I hesitated. He said �just do it, the wind will blow you to me�. I let go and floated closer and closer and we grabbed each other�s hand. He got in and made several attempts to start dinghy. I told him that the captain always tells me to choke it. He thinks otherwise. I explain that it does not idle so you have to start it and ram it in to gear and take off so even if he gets it started we will not be able to idle long enough for him to get out and me to head out.. I convinced him that if he gets it started we should just take off and get to YOLO and then Neil can return him to whatever he was doing before he got involved with a damsel in distress in the mangroves.

HE GOT IT!. ACROSS THE BAY WE GO! As we pulled up to the bow of YOLO, Neil was on deck messing with the main. I was not in the best of moods given my experiences of the last hour or two. I simply climbed up out of dinghy and over the guard rail on to the bow of the boat and asked Neil if he would please give this nice man a ride back. Neil laughed. I thanked the nice man and took my thawed out groceries down below. Dinghy and I will not be going out alone any time soon.

After a long day and our hmm hmm good stir fry dinner we sat on deck in the deserted marina in the peace and quiet under the starry sky

May 8, 2008 (Thursday) Here we are. We are right back to where we started. We left Compass Point Marina precisely 5 months ago. Today we returned. This could be YOLO�s final visit to this marina. Who knows?

We got YOLO secured and the work began. We have an unlimited fresh water supply.   That is awesome and a real treat. I tackled bucket after bucket of laundry while hosing the deck and cockpit in between. It is beastly hot in here. I have to hose myself down about every 10 minutes just to be able to bear the heat and the sun. The new main sail had arrived. Neil and I got the old one off and nicely folded and stowed in the spare bedroom.   It is going home to Iowa with us.   Neil worked and worked up on deck with the sails and re-strung lines and hollered when he needed an extra hand. It was a little bit of a struggle at times but we got the brand spanking new lovely stiff and hard to handle main sail nicely tucked in to the sail sack.

We took a time out from our hard work for a couple beers at Patsy�s Place. Patsy�s is a small rustic open air place down the alley run by a local woman. The clientele has to be 98% local and workers from here in the marina. She makes a great Rueben sandwich though.

We have been without the jib for the last week when it got sent in to have some of the edges touched up. It was actually harder to get up than the main even though we are in a calm bay. We had to raise it all the way up in order to crank it in. The slight wind was whipping it and it was flying all over the place. It is unbelievable the power that thing has as I tried to hold it before Neil told me to just let it go before it threw me overboard. I worried about the boat next to us. I hated to see the thing whip over there and knock out one of its windows. We lucked out.

Following this feat I decided to dinghy over to Pirates Cove to the dinghy dock and walk the one block to the outrageously priced Food Center to find something to make for dinner. Pirate�s Cove is a run down area and it is our understanding that they are going to gut the place and start over. The only substantial thing remaining is a dinghy dock where people can come over from Compass Point Marina where we are to get to the grocery store over here.   I noticed on my walk from the dock to the store that perhaps it is the time of day or whatever but I happened upon two iguanas at the edge of my path. They were both at least 2-3 feet long and as ugly as ever. That is odd. With all of the walks I have been taking I have not noticed them so much and to run in to two in one block? Oh well.

I was thinking maybe a Sante Fe Chicken salad sounded good. That was until I found that of simple bag of lettuce was 6.99 and the chicken was 8.99 for a 4 oz. package of those pre-cooked boneless grilled strips. The tomato was 3.50. and on and on. That is when I changed my mind on the evening�s dinner.   These would have been $50 salads by the time I was done. I did bite the bullet though and paid $5 for two Vidalia onions and bought one of those all inclusive stir fry dinner bags for 10.99. It was the best bargain I could find.   I guess I will whip it up and toss it on rice we happen to have on the boat.

Dinghy and I have been getting along quite nice lately. We had a long talk and seem to have come to terms with each other even though he still refuses to idle.
I returned to the dock with my goodies and got in to start dinghy and head back. Just as I have been instructed and have done a dozen times. I give it some gas, choke it and then quickly push in the choke and go. Not today. I tried and I tried.
I tried not choking it. I tried a two handed pull. I tried lots of gas. I tried a little bit of gas. He just plain did not want to cooperate. What makes this all just a little bit more intimidating is up past the dock 20 feet away is the only establishment still remaining here. A little bar. Actually it is not really a bar it is an outdoor table with four old plastic chairs that are usually occupied by crusty sailors. There is a refrigerator in a shack nearby and it is serve your self beer.    I clearly note that these 4-5 guys are talking all of this in. By this time I had floated away from the dock and in to the mangroves. For one that does not know, mangroves are basically a twisted up jungle of limbs and vines and roots in swampy water. Now what do I do? I reached above and using the vines and limbs hovering above, I pulled dinghy and I out of the mangroves and somehow got us pulled to another dock over from the one I started from. Another important thing to know is that iguana�s love to play in the mangroves. They scurry around in the branches. As I am reaching above pulling dinghy and I out of this mess I made direct eye contact with one on the branch I need. I remained calm. I was a little bit distressed at this whole situation so I said �listen here Mr. Iguana, you leave me alone and I will leave you alone. Just get the heck out of my way. I am on a mission that I am not sure where it�s going�   Also thinking......where is my walkie talkie to call Neil? Oh, on the counter on the boat. That�s a great place for it.

I got to the dock and decided to wrap my rope around a post on the dock and try this engine one more time, or was it two, or three? No luck. I quit. I decided to just sit there with my rope around the post. At least I can�t drift back in to that jungle of iguanas. But, what do I do now?    Perhaps I will just sit here and cry. Right about then I hear �hey honey, can I help you�. I turned around and over the way on my starting dock is a long haired sailor with a pony tail down his back. He is obviously one of those that watched this entire episode from the start.    He can�t get to me because we are on separate docks not accessible to each other by land without a long walk. He told me to let go of my rope and float over. I hesitated. He said �just do it, the wind will blow you to me�. I let go and floated closer and closer and we grabbed each other�s hand. He got in and made several attempts to start dinghy.   I told him that the captain always tells me to choke it. He thinks otherwise. I explain that it does not idle so you have to start it and ram it in to gear and take off so even if he gets it started we will not be able to idle long enough for him to get out and me to head out.. I convinced him that if he gets it started we should just take off and get to YOLO and then Neil can return him to whatever he was doing before he got involved with a damsel in distress in the mangroves.

HE GOT IT!. ACROSS THE BAY WE GO! As we pulled up to the bow of YOLO, Neil was on deck messing with the main. I was not in the best of moods given my experiences of the last hour or two. I simply climbed up out of dinghy and over the guard rail on to the bow of the boat and asked Neil if he would please give this nice man a ride back. Neil laughed. I thanked the nice man and took my thawed out groceries down below.   Dinghy and I will not be going out alone any time soon.

After a long day and our hmm hmm good stir fry dinner we sat on deck in the deserted marina in the peace and quiet under the starry sky

May 7, 2008 (Wednesday) We just kind of hung around the boat today attacking our �to do� list. We are getting there. I took dinghy in this morning and went for a walk around town. We both came in later for happy hour at Fat Boys but more just to catch the Internet. Kind of a slow boring day today.

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Why did the Iguana cros the road?
Why do Iguana's like to skamper through trees?
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BLUE TANG

LET'S GO SWIMMING!

May 6, 2008 (Tuesday) Neil always wakes up a good hour before me. He is always next to me working on his laptop when I open my eyes for the fist time around 6:30 AM. It generally takes me another hour to totally wake up. Why rush things?

I woke up wondering why the snorkelers yesterday were hanging around out further in the bay.   What did they see? Usually snorkeling is better closer to shore and the rocks.   I thought I better check it out so I did.    Ah-ah, a ship wreck down there.
From there I learned a new technique for my morning swim. I usually swim around the boat in circles but this morning I did something different    I met up with a school of fish called �Blue Tang�. They are one of my favorites. They are the prettiest blue ever and a nice friendly fish. Where ever they went, I went.    We swam and we swam. I just followed wherever they took me. The only thing I did not like about this mornings swim was when I encountered like a baby shark. He was tiny. About a foot long and I was in about 4 feet of water. I was busy with my head down in the water with my mask searching for shells and this thing swam before my eyes.    All of that is fine but it had one of those small purple and gold fish hanging out of its mouth. It had the head secure in his jaw while the tail floated behind. I wanted to say one of two things� either eat the damn thing or spit it out.   I watched him for quite a while but he did neither.
I promised myself two things today. A swim and a run. I got the swim done and went to shore. Neil was a little stressed trying to find an Internet connection, a printer and a fed ex office for some business he had to conduct. Together we found all three.   Relieved, he headed off to the hardware store and the chandlery. I took off for my run. We met back up at Duffy�s LoveShack to regroup and discuss our day. I need a shower! Back to the boat we went and then back in again to Fat Boys where we heard they have free wi-fi and half price appetizers. YES. I got involved in a chat session with Steven. It still amazes me how I am here and he is clear across the country in San Diego and our response time is immediate. Amazing Technology. We were going to go back to the boat but decided to poke our heads in to Molly Malones. We ended up meeting another couple from the Midwest and ended up staying for yet one more. So much for sticking to our schedule and getting �home� early.

May 5, 2008 (Monday)   What a delightful day!   Even though it is another one of those Mondaysl

I started it early. I was on a mission. I took dinghy all by myself in to the dock and took extra special care to be sure to tie a good knot. I had a box in my arms and set off in search of a post office to get a very special package sent off to the states to someone special to me.   Successfully sent I was free to take a run around the area. There were three cruise ships on the dock when I poked my head up through my hatch this morning. �Carnival Destiny�, �Carnival Miracle�, and �Grandeur of the Sea� from Nassau Bahamas so the area was packed with people. I had to resort to a residential area for my run.

My last stop was a quick one at the market to pick up the goodies to put together an Oriental chicken salad for dinner tonight. I stood in the check out line with sweat running down my face as I un-tied my tennis shoe to pull out a soggy $20 bill to hand to the clerk.   She had this strange look on her face?

Upon my return to YOLO, Neil had decided we need a day of rest and relaxation. We left Charlotte Amallie and headed over to Buck Island. It was a great decision. We pulled in to a secluded bay and grabbed one of the �use at your own risk� mooring balls (meaning free) What a great spot. He immediately put out his hammock and we are ready for the afternoon festivities to begin. This is a deserted island. There is no night life here other that what we can create on our own. There was a lighthouse off in the distance on the hill over the way that we thought we should check out. We swam to shore with our mask and Tevas ready for the hike. This is a strange island. There is foliage and I see flowers and vines and from a distance it looks like some of the hills are covered with green grass.   All of that is true until we got to shore and stashed our masks in a bush to start the trek.   It is not green grass. It is somewhat like we are walking on sponge. A six inch sponge that appears to be grass and moss.    I am having mixed feelings but left and right I see vines of violet flowers streaming their way through the brush and bushes of yellow and red flowers. It can�t be all that bad now can it? My mind keeps thinking �if I was a snake, this is where I would live�.

We found somewhat of a trail on our mission to the light house but Neil stopped abruptly. He said �whoa, we can�t go through that�   I replied �WHAT?� He responded �I am not sure, just stay there, I want to get a picture� About that time his camera died but he describes this as a creature that was in a web but did not exactly look like a spider. It was more like a kind of like a spider but it had claws. In order to continue o this trail, Captain Neil would have to break down this web   I made the decision for us. WE ARE GOING BACK!   We were headed back through this spongy stuff on this beautiful sunny Monday afternoon when the conversation goes like this.

Colleen: Neil, there have to lots of snakes in here don�t you think?
Neil: There are not any snakes in here Colleen
Colleen:   AHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!
Neil: ( LAUGHING) The look on your face!!!!!!!

How this happened I will not know about precisely the time we are discussing these potential snakes, a brownish blackish long skinny one crosses right in front of us. It was weaving and squiggling its way through the spongy stuff below us. This is more than I can handle. I followed in Neil�s footsteps as quickly as possible to the shore where I found a safe haven. The ocean! Thank you. Thank You. I jumped right in. I will take a barracuda any day over a long squiggly snake and spongy moss

We have this bay to ourselves. It is so peaceful and quiet. We are sunning and relaxing in the hammock on deck when we hear a boat. First, a dive boat. They grab a ball nearby. They go through all of the motions of instructions to the divers to be. They jump in and away they go diving. Next comes a snorkel boat. There are probably 40 people on deck. Mr. Instructor gets up front just like you in an air plane and goes through the motions of how to hook up the life vest and all of those life saving techniques.

Put the life vest over your head (they all do)
Pull on the strap around your stomach until it is tight (they all do)
Secure the strap to the buckle in front no matter how fat you are (they all do.
If under distress blow in to the device to inflate your vest (demonstration)
In distress, waves your arms in a criss-cross motion above water (demonstration)
Place the mouthpiece in your mouth (they all do)
Do not be dyslexic and mix up the mouthpiece for the air supply end
If you breath in water, you have it goofed up. Spit salt water. Switch ends.
At no time should you panic.
And it goes on��and on, and on.

Then we observed the fin lesson, followed by the mask lesson. I would calculate it was 45 minutes before they were able to get in the water. Some of the brave ones actually jumped right in. Others gingerly took the stair steps down to the deep dark blue sea.   Either way they must have been instructed to follow the leader as there was a small parade of snorkelers going around in circles in the bay. We watched from the deck of YOLO.

What�s this? Not a snorkel boat nor a dive boat. Ah-Ha, it is one of those boats equipped with those devices designed to let people motor scoot around under water instead of swim. The boat grabbed the ball next to us. What happened to our private bay? Anyway. There was a winch at the stern of the boat and they lowered these things in to the water while the group gathers on the bow of the boat for their 45 minute lesson.

Our entertainment was watching all of this activity in our once secluded bay.
Curiosity got the best of me. The snorkelers were playing follow the leader. The divers were content.   But what about the people in those underwater contraptions? I better go check it out since I have never seen one of these or experienced it.
I grabbed my underwater camera, fins, mask and with no instructions, jumped in and swam over to check it out. I spent the next hour swimming around watching and taking it all in.   From what I observed they go in groups. One must immerse themselves in the water and take the plunge and get their hair wet to poke their head up in the bobble. All is good. Then the diver guy comes around and checks everybody. Then he pushes them down and they are now submersed in about 10 feet of water with a buoy keeping them afloat. Once down below, they are instructed to hold hands until they are signaled to let go. There are little throttle buttons on these things and they cruise around looking at fish.   This might be fun. Who am I to say since I have never done it but I prefer to be free and swim and dive where I want.

I was born in March. I am a Pisces, which is a fish. I truly believe in that. I am a fish. I belong here.

H ours later we saw the three cruise ships full of snorkelers and divers go by our bay and head out to the sea for their next destination. We are all by ourselves in a bay on a deserted Caribbean island��.

May 4, 2008 (Sunday) We were walking through town when a black local woman stopped and said to me �you have the most beautiful tan. Is it a spray on?�

No, it is an SPF 30 after 150 days at sea. My daily regimen is pretty consistent. Get up. Brush teeth. Apply ample amounts of sunscreen. SPF 45 to face. SPF 30 to body. Day after day. I have seen some lobsters down here and have to shake my head and wonder why? One of those lobsters was Cooper. Donna�s son.   This could partially be blamed on his mother. I am not sure which beach they were on but they were walking and Donna met up with someone she knew and started to chat. Cooper decided to lie down while his mother chatted figuring this would only be 5-10 minutes and asked his Mother to let him know when she was done. Donna got engrossed in conversation. Cooper fell asleep. Donna forgot about Co0per lying in the sun. The results��. One hurting red guy. His legs and feet were worse than his stomach. He was fire engine red.   Not a good color when we are talking about skin.

May 3, 2008, (Saturday) ?????? We are just hanging around Charlotte Amallie doing this and that.

My Pictures:
Cooper sporting a red stomach
Neil don�t you dare!
OUCH
Which cruise ship is mine?
Everybody hold hands until I say so
Let me help you with that
Honey, follow me�..
Wow. Her face says it all

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May 2, 2008 ( Friday) Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to You. Happy Birthday Dear Sarah Janie McInerney, Happy Birthday to you.!!!!!!!!!!

My sister by adoption, Sarah Janie McInerney joins me today to be a 47 year old.
Lynnie. Mikey, Neilly, Colleenie, Sarah Janie, and Suzanney all got to experience the enjoyment of a family reunion a couple months ago. Sarah Janie shared some stories of when she was studying marine biology on the island of Carricou which we visited when they were here. Typical of most 17 year olds at the time, she indulged in some things that maybe she should not have. JACK IRON. Jack Iron is a rum distilled and bottled in the Grenada West Indies. It is 140 proof. Jack Iron should be used to light fires rather than humans. This stuff should not be taken lightly.

Anyway, a long story short. I was in a place one day a few months ago and I saw a bottle of JACK IRON.   WOW. This is perfect. I will buy it for my sister Sarah Janie McInerney for her birthday. I stowed it away amongst all of my other treasured items in hopes of finding a post office to get it sent off to Canada in time for her birthday..

It is time to confess Sarah Janie McInerney. I had good intentions. I really did but perhaps the pictures will tell the story. There will not be a gift delivered to you as intended. I can�t take the blame. I gave in to the pressure. You will have to take this up with your brother Neilly T McInerrney.

We celebrated Sarah Janies�s birthday in fine form. We started at 5:39 AM when, for whatever reason, Neil decided it was time to get up. I had woke him at 3:00 AM to share this funny dream I just had and unfortunately he never got back to sleep. I had no problem snoring on after telling the story of my dream.

We got the steps to the galley re-done. I sanded on the floor boards. All boring stuff but things that need to be done. Neil did most of the work. I did a time out mid afternoon to swim around the boat ten times. Hey, what else is there to do? It was kind of strange. There were no cruise ships on the dock this morning. That generally means the town will be dead. Which it was. We just got done checking it out. It is actually kind of nice without the crowds..

We relocated the boat early this morning closer to the cruise ship dock hoping for wireless from the boat. That did not work but it put us closer.to the other side of Charlotte Amallie where I noted on my run the other morning that there were WIFI caf�s and bars. So here we sit. In Hooters having some wings and typing away and catching up with the world.

I am going to top off this day by being sappy. The song by Petula Clark, �I Am On Top Of the World�   I am. It is Friday. I woke up in paradise with the sun beating down on me through the hatches. I swam in the ocean. I bought a new camera, I am enjoying the day with my best friend,. The list goes on.  But the real topper of my day��.. Neil wanted to buy me something that I could have to remember this adventure for the rest of my life. I told him that just being here was enough but he insisted. I am looking at a beautiful sapphire and diamond ring. The three sapphires are the perfect color of a deep blue ocean and diamonds are the sunlight sparkeling off of the water of the sea. Life is Good!

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May 1, 2008 (Thursday)   Happy May Day! Remember the May Day baskets of yesteryear and taking the kids out to deliver?
I put on my tennis shoes and went for a spin around town. I ended up clear down by the cruise ship docks where two ships were dropping off herds of people about to converge on the town. An hour or so later and after picking up a breakfast burrito at Buzzards for the Captain, I walkie talkied that I was ready to be picked up at the dinghy dock.
We worked today. We sanded the steps to the galley for I think the 3^rd time. It is a devil to get the varnish off and get to base of the wood to be re-varnished. Salt water has a way of wrecking things. We got the rotten pads off of the steps and sanded them too.   Neil worked below in the sweaty hot on the top two steps but I had the luxury of being able to take the bottom two unattached on deck and work in the breeze as ferry boats full of tourists flew by creating obnoxious wave motion for those of us trying to work.
I got a quick swim in and then we needed a break about mid day. We went in to wander the area. It is full of people but as soon as the cruise ships blow their horn, everyone scurry�s and then it is just us leftovers.
Another quiet evening on the boat enjoying the sights of the city. We failed to pick up something to grill before relocating here so we are the mercy of our stow away cupboards. I dished up a platter of odds and ends which included rice, and corn and onion and pepper, and cheese and who knows what else. It was hmm hmm good!

April 30, 2008 (Wednesday)   Happy Birthday to my niece Casey. Casey is the daughter of my oldest sibling unit, my brother Rick and his wife Shelly from Lafayette, IN. Casey is the big 21 and studying art and design in Chicago.
  I took off for a morning run before we started our mission. We heard that there is a Home Depot somewhere on this island.   Our plan was to take advantage of the local bus system but as we were standing at the edge of the road with sweat dripping off of us, a local girl (20 years old) stopped and said �would you like a ride�? She said we looked hot standing there and wanted to help. Not something you see very often here as most are very rude to us white people   She was very pleasant and nice. She dumped us right at the Home Depot. We felt like we were in heaven gathering the goodies we need for boat projects. We left there and were walking the couple blocks to the Cost U Less that we learned about from some sailor friends. This is a place where one should be able to buy a box of cereal for less than $7. Right about then two guys in a car pull up and ask if we needed a ride. I recognize the one guy right away. He is the owner of �Daddy�s Dream�. A 40� sailboat also in Compass Point that we met a day or so ago.   Sure. We checked out Cost U Less together and they gave us a ride back to Pirates Cove where the dinghy was waiting for us.
We need to get out of the steamy marina. It is sooooo hot here. We left our slip and decided to drop anchor off of Charlotte Amalllie still on St. Thomas where we can catch a breeze. Whew, what a relief. I feel like I have been a fish out of water hanging around in that marina. We checked out the Greenhouse tonight and shared a huge platter of Nachos. The view from the boat at night is quite pretty and a change from the normal solitude we love. The lights and the traffic on shore create an illusion with the traffice winding their way up the hillside. It just feels good to be back on the water and to fall asleep with the rocking of the boat.
April 29, 2008 (Tuesday) The trip for the couple on the boat next slip is coming to an end. They were cleaning out the boat and the woman came over with a bunch of leftovers that were about to be trashed.   A case of beer, some charcoal, lighter fluid and other miscellaneous other items that we view as gold.

Neil and I have shared a low carb healthy diet for the last five years. We eat a lot of grilled fish, chicken, veggies, and salads. I don�t believe I have bought a loaf of bread in all of those years. It is impossible to have that diet down here unless one is filthy rich.   We have to survive on the cheap stuff. Potatoes, rice, pasta, chips, rum, and baguettes.

Needless to say, this trip has taken its toll. I have 20 pounds to loose and this is not the place to do it but I will give it my best shot. Off I go for a run. I think I got a couple miles in but it is hard with buses and cars whizzing by within inches.   Not to mention, it is so darn hot here on the island that sweat runs in my eyes.

We made the trek via the local bus system over to the Super K-Mart. This is the way to travel here costing us only $2 each. We picked up some odds and ends that are part of the list we are in search of for the boat projects we need to work on. Back on the boat my motivation level was still high so I went for another 2 mile run.

Neil had an oil change arranged for 4:00 PM. He wandered over to the marina office and found the guy that was going to do it. They guy said �I will be over around 4:00.� Keep in mind it is 4:10 as he saying this. Anybody that has ever been down here knows the meaning of �Island Time�   Everything is in slow motion. When someone says they will be there �around noon�, one must figure that this is more like 2:00 PM.    I have literally stood in a check out line where the clerk moves in sloooooooow motion. Stopping to chat with the neighbor clerk in between checking items, digging through a purse to find a mirror to check her lip stick, and sometimes excusing themselves to visit the rest room while a line of people wait patiently because that is the only way. We are at their mercy.   We wait.

Neil and I waited until 6:00 PM for the oil change guy. About that time a neighbor boat, WHITE SWAN, invited us over for a cocktail. Sure, why not? White Swan is a rather large power boat. With a complete living room with overstuffed couches, chairs and even, an ice and water maker. To top it off, a real washer and dryer. (unlike my bucket) They were gracious hosts and we shared a lot of conversation over the course of the next few hours. Greg was the owner and Kiwi the sailor man is his friend. Kiwi is a rugged sailor that has solo circumnvatigated the world and has story after story to tell. . It was an unexpected pleasure to spend the evening with these guys. In the course of conversation we found that they knew Donna Lange.   A good friend and another solo circumnavigator.   These guys met up with her a few days ago on St. Thomas. The evening after we hugged her goodbye on Tortola after spending the weekend there. We ended up getting out the laptop and doing a Skype call to Donna and posed ourselves for pictures to send to her and she sent some to us. You gotta love technology!!!!!!

April 28, 2008 (Monday) Just like the rest of America, we had to face this Monday morning with work.   The sun was coming through the hatch right in my eyes and forced me out of bed around 8:00. Neil attacked the list of odd boat jobs again. Sooner or later all of the items will be crossed off.   He had to hoist Skip to the top of the mast and got another reef line strung.   I helped pull the rope but other than that I apologize. I was not much help with anything today. I got wrapped up in a book and that was the end of that. I did manage to get a short run in and we dinghy�ed over to the Food Center. What a joke. The prices are absolutely out of this world.   A box of cereal is $7.50. Neil paid $12.99 for a package of razors. (I am not sure what he is going to do with them) A can of cream of mushroom soup is $2.79.    A frozen pizza with any veggies or meat is $15.00. We had visions of homemade pizza dancing through our minds so we ended buying a stripped down Tony�s pizza for $6.99 and headed back to the boat. I loaded the skeleton pizza crust with pepperoni, peppers, onions, black olives, mushrooms and anything else I could find in the canned good section of the boat. It was hmm hmm good.

April 27, 2008 (Sunday) We sailed on in to Compass Point on St. Thomas where Glen from VIP had a slip waiting for us. Upon our approach to the dock I was ready with the rope and did my standard jump to the dock where we thought they wanted us. One of the dock guys grabbed my rope and motioned that we were going to a different slip. I jumped back on the boat. He yelled at me �GET OFF THIS BOAT� so I jumped back off and he jumped on and took over. I am sure he meant well but listen buddy, I am the first mate here. This is my job you are putting in jeopardy.   A couple months back I had another situation where a dock guy scolded me for jumping off saying �don�t jump on and off like that, you are going to hurt yourself� I wonder how they think we do this when it is just Neil and I.   I know they are just trying to help and we appreciate the help whenever we can get it..

It is steamy hot here in the marina but the good thing is that we have an unlimited water supply. Yippee. I fired up the washer and dryer and got every item of salty, stinky clothing and towels Downey fresh.   The washer is a five gallon bucket and the dryer is the guard lines surrounding the boat. It took several cycles with the bucket and I even ran out of clothes pins but I got the job done. We did not do much of anything this evening. We relaxed and had a nice visit with some other boat people before lights out.

April 26, 2008 (Saturday) What happened today? If memory is correct, little Matthew Peterson (I am his godmother) who somehow turned 24 is celebrating his marriage to Alaina today. They tied the knot n the Bahamas on February 8^th and are probably kicking up their feet at a reception in their honor this evening. I wish I could be there to share in the fun.

I had a great snorkel this morning up and down the shores of Caneel Bay. At one point I spotted a nurse shark swimming with a school of parrot fish. I am 5� 7� and he (or she) was every bit as big as me. I swam for quite a ways with them and then decided to swim back to the boat and get the underwater camera. I returned to the area hoping to find them again but no such luck.

We spent a greater share of the day in Cruz Bay. I sat on a park bench and got caught up on the Internet with free wireless. I made a few Skype phone calls. To my Mother Bear, Steven and Kelsi. Missed Kelsi though. Steven just returned yesterday from a biking trip in parts of Colorado and Utah. He said they rode a bunch of neat trails and they had a great time. Poor Neil. His battery usually lasts less than an hour so he had to go sit on the concrete by the ferry dock where he managed to find an outlet. We wandered on down to Woody�s for happy hour from 3:00 - 6:00. We shared an appetizer and had every intention of heading back to the boat but ran in to a couple, their son, and four of his college age friends who were vacationing. One thing led to another and we ended up staying a bit longer than planned. Oh well, it was fun and we were still able to stay on schedule. Our schedule is pretty wide open.

My pictures:

a barracuda I met
Woody�s in Cruz Bay
people we met at Woody�s
neil working away
just a bunch of sailors

Steven Biking.............

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Saturday, April 26, 2008 (Saturday) The weekend is here. We can relax. We are hanging out in Cruz Bay. I think I will go to a little shopping. There is plkenty of that here. I like this place. Oh, and the good news. Baking my computer worked. It is back to normal. Hurray!

April 25, 2008 (Friday) The bay was an absolute dead calm this morning. Not even a ripple in the water. It was so clear we could see the star fish all over the bottom 20 feet below. It was so calm and steamy that the humidity in the air was thick. As usual, we fired up our laptops for our morning ritual. Hmmm, I keep getting �invalid password� What�s up? After a short check I realize that my keyboard is all messed up. I type a �c� and out comes a �z�, or a �d�, or whatever. I go through a couple attempts at recreating my password and cutting it in to place but the dumb thing will not do anything. My right click button is not working either, nor is the ctrl key. We determine that it must be the humidity and my computer sat on the table all night open. First my camera, not my computer. I will not be able to handle life without a computer. I got the oven heated up and set my computer in there on a towel. Frustrated, I grabbed my mask and snorkel and swam over to the cay out there. It was beautiful, Crystal clear. So clear that I decided it is worth the swim back to the boat for the underwater camera. I imagine it is probably a swim equivalent to two city blocks back there but it was worth it. I got my camera and swam back and goofed around over there for probably a couple hours. My fingers and feet were all wrinkled up by the time I returned to YOLO to find Neil resting on deck.

We pulled up anchor and sailed over to Caneel Bay on St. John. It was relatively calm here with the exception of the ferry�s going by giving us a good rock. We had a quiet evening and tried to watch a movie but once again, we both fell asleep.

April 24, 2008 (Thursday) We beat ourselves up pretty good yesterday so this was a day of pretty much doing nothing. We did manage the sail over to Leinster Bay off of St. John. We officially crossed in to United States for the first time in over 4 months! We made a quick stop in Sopers Hole to check in to customs. I wandered a couple shops and we headed back to the boat. We were approaching the boat and I grabbed the line and was attempting to jump aboard when disaster struck. I clearly felt it. The rope caught on my fanny pack which had my beloved camera attached and SNAP! Off came the camera and in to the water. I hollered and Neil snatched it quick and tossed it to me. I ran below and rinsed it with fresh water and popped it open to get the battery can card out of it. I know better. A drop of salt water on a camera will do it in. It is toast. For five months I have taken my camera everywhere I go. I have taken 4406 pictures with it. I have diligently placed it in a zip lock and secured it inside my fanny pack. Over the months salt water got to the zipper of that fanny pack and it ripped out so I resorted to a small cheapo that Neil had. It is too small to hold all of my worldly possessions so this is why my camera was attached with the strap to the outside of the pack. What was I thinking? So I am feeling lost and alone without my camera. I know that as Steven reads this he is going to scold me. I have been through 3 cameras to his one. I think Kelsi is on her 3^rd one too. Oh well, things happen. I created my version of Apple Bees Santa Fe chicken salad tonight after the master grilled the chicken. It was lights out early for us. I am not sure we even got past the opening of the movie we attempted to watch

April 23, 2008 (Wednesday) No goofing around for us today. I promptly jumped in for a look around under the Willie. What a bunch of garbage down there. Why do people litter? I just plain do not understand that. Cans and bottles all over. I was more interested in finding sunglasses and billfolds from silly people that jump off before thinking of those things. We attacked the list of boat jobs. Neil was busy doing this and that but frankly I was busy doing my own thing that I am not sure what he was doing but he was busy doing something. I tore up some of the old caulk at the base of the kitchen counter and re-caulked it. The dark brown that we had purchased actually matches pretty darn good with the existing caulk. Next I got out the wire brush and sand paper and worked on the propane tank in preparation for paint. Neil took it to shore for a fresh coat of rustoleum white. It looks brand new. I attacked the floor board surrounding the galley with the wire brush and sand paper. I got it looking pretty good but still have some more to do before I give it a fresh coat of varnish. Whew! The list is still long but enough work for one day. We deserve a break. Neil and Otto came to an understanding. We removed the green beans that were located next to Otto�s compass and low and behold he is ready to cooperate and calibrate. Out to sea we go to give it w whirl. He did exactly what he was supposed to do on the first try. Good job Otto. Sorry about the beans. All canned goods have been relocated. We did not know you did not like green beans.

Being close to the caves we grabbed a mooring ball and I snorkeled one last swoop around there. I have no idea when I may be back.

There is something new going on around here this year. BIRDS. Obnoxious birds. I first saw this type of bird in Mustique and thought it was something about Mustique but these dumb birds have been thick on all of the islands since. They are bold. They will land right on the bow of the boat and do their business. If you throw out bread they come in force and fight and squawk this totally irritating noise. The last straw is when they decided to sit on the bow at 5:30 AM and AAAAH AHHHR AAAAAH. We were trying to feed the fish but it was impossible because these dumb things attack before the fish even get to the food.

We got anchored again over by the Willie and went over for happy hour. Back to the boat we go to refresh and have a cat nap before returning around 9:00 PM to do our part in helping shut the place down. I do not exactly recall what time we returned to YOLO.

April 22, 2008 (Tuesday) It was a beautiful day for a sail down to Norman Island. Otto was being difficult though so he and Neil were having issues. We ended up doing circles out in the middle of nowhere trying to get him to calibrate. Neil finally had enough and gave up for the day so we anchored in the bay next to the Willie T. It was a great sunny day and the water was so clear so we did the short dinghy ride around the bend and snorkeled the caves. It was great. The colors in the caves were so bright and clear with every color under the rain bow. It is a secret because I think it is illegal being a national park but I accidentally picked up a few of the colorful rocks to add to my growing collection of items I find on the shores and beaches of the 32 islands we have visited. We went over to the Willie T for happy hour. We decided to behave ourselves and stay on the boat this evening. We sat on decks under the star gazing with the music of the Willie in the background.

April 21, 2008 (Monday) Progress. The guy showed up to help Neil with our power problem. Mission accomplished and the refrigerator charging, I headed to the grocery store to stock up. A short sail over to Marina Cay. Wow, what a crowded place. Not a mooring ball to be had so we had to anchor. We went in for HAPPY ARRRRR with MICHAEL BEANS. What a great show this guy puts on. I can�t imagine anyone not getting a kick out of it. We had a chance to visit with Michael after his show before heading back to the boat.

My Pictures:

Neil, Me, Michael Beans

one of hundreds of snorkel shots

a red fish that persistently kept trying to attach Neil and the camera

more snorkling

the caves with all the colors of the rainbow

fish hanging out under the boat and that darn propeller that I now have a fear of

birds, birds, and more birds

The captain relaxing after a tough day in paradise

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April 21, 2008 ( Monday) Good morning to all! Is this a Monday?

April 20, 2008 (Sunday)   Niel P. Donna, Cooper, Neil and I all headed over to the Lambert Resort to share breakfast with his dive partners and others that were part of the Aviation Show.   Hang on we are going for a ride. We were running a little bit late for our ferry but with Neil Perks skillful driving we whizzed up and down and around the island of Tortola just in time for some quick hugs goodbye and ran to our ferry. Whew! Talk about an action packed last 24 hours.
We spent a lazy day here in Virgin Gorda Yacht Harbor.   (note: being the first mate that I am I like our ropes to look nice after I tie to the cleat) Much of it was spent in the Bath and Turtle playing on our computers. There was band playing on the outdoor deck. I found I could get a signal there so I sat out there for a bit. However, I was trying to make some phone calls so it was not condusive for that with the loud music.   We strolled the docks this evening looking at all the boats and taking in the sights.

April 19, 2008 (Saturday) Due to the power issues with the boat we decided to pull up the anchor and head in to The Virgin Gorda Yacht Harbor and get a slip.   Darn. We were suppose to be over in Trellis Bay today to meet a good friend of Neil�s, Donna Lange. She is surely wandering the bay looking for us and YOLO as planned. Another long story short but Donna is an inspirational woman and I can�t tell you how much I admire her for determination and strength.   She attained her goal of solo sailing around the world about one year ago when in a boat half the size of YOLO reached its destination in Rhode Island last spring. What a tremendous challenge and accomplishment.
Ffor the first time in 4+ months Neil and I are land locked. We can�t make the short sail over so we are at the mercy of others. $50 of ferry tickets later we had were able to catch the ferry out of Spanish Town over to Road Town in Tortola. And then a $24 cab ride later we ended up in Trellis Bay where we should have been in the first place and begin the search for Donna. Donna is on Tortola to visit and support her good friend, Neil Perks. Neil Perks has lived on Torotla for 15 years and was instrumental in the planning for the first air show that has been help on Tortola in 40 years. Aviation and planes have been his life and career. Among other things. Lately he has been chartering boats. A guy who thrives on both the sky and sea. He is also an accomplished skydiver and is part of this advertised show. Neil and I wandered for a couple hours looking for Donna. We wondered if we should give up. About that time we heard over the loud speaker that the 4 person sky diving team were about to jump forming a star in the sky and land right there on the target in front of us.   Cool. Neil and I stratigially placed ourselfves following the jump so that we could make contact with Neil Perks as he landed. Mission accomplished
  And it goes from there. This guy took us under his wing for the next 20 hours. It was great. We went in search of Donna in Trellis Bay stopping only to have a drink at the Chez BamBoo. No Donna to be found. We went back to his place to freshen up with me riding on Captains lap in Neil P�s little two seater car with the roof down. Back to the Loose MonGoose where the closing party for the air show was taking place, Neil Perks draped Neil and I with badges and we became VIP guests. We mingled with all of the pilots, crew and friends of his while enjoying an open bar to boot.   Everything was meant to be. Donna showed up!   She and Neil shared a great reunion. Her son Cooper who is just as crazy as she is, He amuses himself by snowboarding off of cliffs and kayaking down treacherous rivers and rapids. What a great kid, I mean 25 year old young man. We enjoyed a fantastic dinner compliments of Neil Perks and the Aviation Show. It was a great night and neat experience. To top of the evening we took a water taxi over to the Last Resort and danced to the band. It does not end there. Neil and I had planned to catch the ferry back to the boat on Virgin Gorda late afternoon but gave that up a long time ago at the persistence of Neil Perks. He insisted we stay with him.   Somehow, someway (thanks Neil Perks) we returned to his place. Neil, Donna, her son Cooper, Neil and I. Donna pulled out her guitar and sang some lovely soothing music to us that she had written under sail before it was lights out for all of us. What a day!

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April 18, 2008 (Friday) I woke up at what I thought was probably 5:00 or 6:00 AM because of the light through the hatches. I peeked up on deck and realized it was no where near morning. It was an almost full moon lighting up the whole sea and shoreline surrounding us. I went below to check our one and only clock to find it was 1:38 AM. It was just so nice up there that I grabbed my laptop and sat up there goofing around on that and looking at stars and the sparkling water for a couple hours knowing there would not be an alarm clock to wake me later.

Neil has been working here and there trying to get the boat ship shape and had worked on the control panel a little bit this morning. To make a long story short. After spending the day on the beach and walking and then in to the Bath and Turtle for a pizza, we returned to the boat to find that for whatever reason the house batteries were not being charged. It was dark and he did not want to mess with it so he used the wind up flash light and tried to read the manual for the engine which was written in French. I took my little mag lite and continued reading my book on deck for alittle bit before we both decided to give it up for a day.

April 16, 2008 (Thursday) May Day! May Day! YOLO to Terese at the Hair Gallery on 15^{th in Fort Dodge, IA.   HELP!!!} I thought we had a scheduled appointment for the 13^th. You did not show so I had to resort to other options. I asked Neil to step in in your absence and trim my hair. I explained briefly that all I wanted him to do was snip the wind blown ends. He fetched his Leatherman and started snipping.

Let's put it this way. Either he called my mother and she gave him tips on how she cut my hair for my 2^nd grade picture or perhaps it was the boat rolling and the wind blowing but either way, I look pretty much like my 2^nd grade picture.  I try to be optimistic, at least I have teeth now.

I have known Terese for over 20 years. We have been through a few hair disasters during the years. I will share one. Kelsi was three years old. I always wanted to let her hair grow long. I loved to braid it and curl it with those little pink sponge rollers and put bows in it and do pony tails and all that fun stuff. Kelsi literally had a tub full of hair bows and would sit there and let me do all of this each day.

It was a Tuesday when I got the call at work. The babysitter said �Colleen, you need to come over here, we have a problem with Kelsi�    I have a panic moment. �is she ok�   �yes� was the reply. �she is fine it is just that some of her hair got cut off� Whew, sigh of relief!   I jump in my car and shot over to Debbies. (the babysitter for both Steven and Kelsi for 11 years)  There stands my dolly with one half of her head scalped. There were chop chop chops on the entire one side of her head. So the story goes��. the babysitters daughter wanted to play beautician and Kelsi was her client for a hair cut.  I called Terese and she told me to head to Fort Dodge. She came to the rescue. Kelsi no longer has pony tails. She now sports a bob hair cut that is parted on one side with a swoop over to the other to cover up the bobble of the day.  (I kept the 10 inch lock of hair and it is in her baby book) It did grow back and she was so happy the day she got her first perm a year or two later.

Anyway, enough of that. This was just one of those days. I had my first disaster before 8:00 AM.   We decided to relocate down the way and pick up a mooring ball right in front of the Baths.    I had the stick and got the ball and the rope through the loop and all was well.   This was one of those where there is a larger ball with a rope to the smaller ball which actually has the loop to put the rope through. We are waiting to let the boat swing around. Hmmm, where are the balls? Captain Neil somehow backed over it or the boat swung or whatever. The bottom line is that we see the larger ball pop out from underneath the boat but we are hooked. It doesn�t even take a sailor to figure out what the problem is. The little ball and hook must be hung up in the propeller. Being selfish that we were, we had the primo mooring closest to the boulder shore of the BATHS. They have added so many moorings in here that the boats are pretty much side to side. Neil was uncomfortable with leaving the helm to go below to check out the situation given our position.   Being first mate, I offered my assistance. I got my mask and snorkel on and jumped in. I assessed the situation, yep, there is the rope wrapped around the prop and the ball is wedged between another one of the blades and the bottom of the boat. I formulated my plan and swam under. Under the boat I fumbled with the rope and the ball and then the tension of the rope set in and I knew I had to abort this attempt and get some air.   I am pretty much out of breath and seeing the light of day at the edge I swim for the edge and air. Damn it! I bang my head on the bottom of dinghy who just so happened to swing around that side of the boat.   I WANT AIR!   @#@%$# I start to panic but I got out around dinghy and popped up gasping.   The issue below with the prop was not that serious but what made it serious for me was that I had got myself all worked up and I just could not get my breath back. Everytime I got under there I felt that panic.    Neil said he would give it a shot but I had to get out of the water and be ready with the engine. I guess I was determined. I decided to keep trying.   After numerous attempts I finally got it all untangled.    I can not repeat what I had to say about that mooring ball when I finally climbed up the ladder. It wasn�t very nice and I want to keep this rated PG.

Neil is a pro when it comes to this and I have seen him have to untangle and cut ropes from the prop many times. How he stays down there as long as he does bewilders me. I just can�t do it and it is not something that I am going to set as a goal for myself.

Originally we were going to head over to Marina Cay today but we decided that this is such gorgeous place and we love it here, why move on.? We checked our little black books and we have nothing penciled in for at least two weeks so yes, lets just stay here. We had another fantastic snorkel this afternoon in and around the boulders, crevices and caves beneath the waters surrounding the boulders. It truly is phenomenal how this creation must have been formed after seeing the under side.

The day ended pretty much as it started. Another ear ndisaster. A week or so ago I happened upon what I believed to be egg roll wrappers. I love egg rolls and I used to make them quite frequently and I always proclaimed I was pretty good at it. For whatever reason I have never made egg rolls for Neil. Probably too greasy but what the heck, we are on vacation.   I rant and rave and tell him we are going to have the best darn egg rolls ever. (he loves them too) We get shrimp, pork, cabbage, celery, onion, carrot and all of that good stuff. We did not want to miss any of this gorgeous day so we took the cutting boards up on deck and as a group effort got all of items chopped, sliced, seasoned, and diced. Now comes the wrapping part. I open the package only to find they are nothing like the egg roll wraps I know, these are like stiff wax paper that you have to soak in water to let them get soft???? What???. Oh well, lets give this a try.   It is kind of like they were like saran wrap that you could not get opened up because it kept sticking. It was pretty much a mess but I got 6-8 formations of some sort wrapped together. In to the sizzling oil they go! So far. So good. Then they start to break apart and all of our finely chopped goodies are floating in oil with the wrappers that look like jelly fish floating at the top. And yes, I even purchased flour so I could make up the paste to seal the edges. I am ready to jump overboard but Neil tries to save the day. He got a slotted spoon and recovers all of the contents and places the heap of stuff on paper towels. He then transferred it to a 9x13 pan and baked it. It was hmm hmm good. Not really but we ate it. But anybody that knows Neil knows he will eat anything.

April 16, 2008 ( Wednesday)    We woke up with the sun peeking through the hatches on what we have both agreed upon as our favorite beach. The seclusion, the rocks. the palm trees fringing the beach, the foliage, the sand, the splendor. It just all adds up.  It has name but we call it �our beach�. It is situated between the Baths and Spanish Town.   We share many memories of this beach.

We both swam in this morning and commented what a calm clear day it was. The water was like glass and the sea life below was so pristine and clear. We decided to make the long swim down along past the other beaches and the lagoon to the Baths.    What a great decision that turned out to be. Once we got there we were able to snorkel in between the massive boulders and in and around little cave like formations. It was perfect. I always thought the Indians or the Caves of the BVI were my favorite to snorkel but this was splendid and topped it all.

We spent a few hours on the boat this afternoon taking in the sights and experiences of those around us. It is quite comical sometimes to watch boats pull up and anchor. Some seem so clueless. Not to make fun but it is truly entertainment sometimes. Maybe I need to get a life.

We took the short dinghy ride around to Spanish Town so Neil could check us in to customs. What a fiasco that was. I wandered the shops and more than once the thought crossed my mind that he should be back by now. Something must be wrong.     I spotted him come stomping down the board walk and my thoughts were confirmed. He did not have a good experience. He can fill in the details of that.
We had a great night on the boat watching the sunset and the master grilled up some perfect seafood shish-ka-bobs. Hmm hmm good.

April 15, 2008 (Tuesday) Today was a day at sea. We left Anguillia at 6:00 AM and originally thought we were going to St. Croix. The winds were not in our favor so Neil decided to go to familiar grounds. Virgin Gorda. Otto did a superb job today. He did 90% of the work.   I read a little, slept a little, got some sun and we were even able to go down below together for a nap while Otto took the helm. It was a down wind sail which is frustrating. I believe the captain tried every trick before he finally decided to just forget it and sail the main. This was first I have experienced where we had the main on the starboard side and the jib out the port side.   That had to be a little bit odd looking. Oh well. He tried everyting but we finally made it. We anchored off of our favorite beach on Virgin Gorda around midnight.

April 14, 2008 (Monday) I put my running shoes on and took off to see just what I could find. One of my goals was to see if I could find a car rental place.   I stopped to ask once and a lady pointed and said �up the hill�. That is all the information she would offer. I have learned that �up the hill� or �that way� or �up the street� more often than not means up and down several hills or several miles. But low and behold up the hill and around the corner and about a mile later�.. I FOUND A CAR RENTAL PLACE! These people obviously do not have a lot of overhead with advertising but the car does not look too bad. But where do I confirm the car. I don�t see the rental counter anywhere. Maybe it is behind the bushes in the shade? I look behind the bushes. Nope. I decide the closest building back there must be it. The lower level looks to be boarded up but there looks to be life on the upper level so I head up the steps where I am greeting with a door with a big sign that says �Jesus Loves�.   I guess that sounds safe so I knock and enter. I find myself in someone�s living room. Or is it the kitchen, or maybe the bedroom, dining room? I am not sure because there is a stove next to a sofa next to a mattress. But the woman who greets me confirms that I have come to the right place but �her man� is out so I will need to stop back later or call. She gave me his phone number and I thanked her and start my run back down and around to the bay.   Perhaps we should explore another option.

Neil met me at the dock. He went in to customs so I decided to toss my tennis shoes in the dinghy and swim back to the boat. I got back and got all refreshed just in time to hear him come over the walkie talkie that he had a rental car on its way. Yippee!
Away we went to explore Anguillia.    It is a relatively flat island. We drove down along one coast and then back up to the �village�. We had a nice little lunch in a local place called Nico�s. There were five specials of the day, we chose the lazagne over the goat soup or rack of lamb and whatever the other two were. We were the first guests but by the time we left the quaint place with pink painted walls, it was the hopping spot among locals. From there we headed down the other coast. It was a very interesting drive around this island.   I have always read that it is a favorite get away place for the wealthy. There are many many nice resorts down the back roads but the general feel I got for the island is that EVERYTHING is under construction. There are potential resorts and buildings in different stages. The homes are in shambles. There are goats and chickens everywhere and trash lining the road in places. However, once you turn off the beaten path and get yourself in to a resort area, it is beautiful. Forget what you just drove through to get here. We drove past a bunch of goats and down the road where we came upon a neat little resort area. We wandered up to a beach side place to have a cocktail with our feet in probably one of the finest white sugary sand beaches we have been to.  Although the san was white and it was a neat little place it still does not rank as my favorite. We drove a bit further and decided to stop again and walk yet another beach of a high class expensive resort area. The resorts obviously have huge potential because they are beautifully situated on sparkling waters with white sandy beaches but outside these resort areas the island itself is nothing too special. That is my thought anyway.

We really did have a most enjoyable day and made it back to the harbor to meet the car rental return guy at 6:00 PM. We packed our laptops and headed down the beach to Roy�s to pick up the Internet. It was to be a short mission because Neil had to check just one thing in his e-mail. One thing led to another as it usually does   I got bored and told him that I was going to wander back to the dock. He said he was just minutes away. Knowing Neil, I left saying, if you are not back soon I will wander down the way to that bar shaped like a boat on the beach that we had talked about or else may check out the �Porthole� that we walked by yesterday. Deep in thought engrossed with something on his computer, he nodded. Yep, fine, see in a bit.   I sat on the dock for probably 30 minutes before I decided he must have gotten involved in something so I did just what I said I would do. I walked over to the �Porthole� I met an interesting single woman that had relocated to Anguilla a few years back from Kansas City and as she was telling her story it just so happened the couple next to us was also from the states and had relocated about two years ago and loved it.   We were deep in to conversation and exchanging information.    This is all very interesting to me as I do not have a long term or even temporary plan in place yet. About that time two police officers entered the bar. One was a very tall woman with a bright white smile. She said �you must be Colleen� �yes, that is me�.    She conveyed to me that my friend was very very concerned about me and had contacted her to help find me.   She grabbed my hand and away we went. I felt horrible when we got back to Neil sitting on the beach where she had told him to stay put.  I thought I had made it very clear. Neil agreed that he was totally wrapped up in whatever he was tending to on his laptop and probably did not even hear me.   Thank goodness. No harm done. We headed back to the boat to watch a movie. That is my day in Anguilla.

My pictures:

our beach looking one way
the beach at Phillipsburg
our beach looking the other way

(to each there own)

Where are we going Neil, The jib is going one way, the main the other?

Good Times Car Rental in Anguilla

and.... lets talk about hair.

and lastly, once again film does not capture the color but this school of blueish purple fish captrued my attention.

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April 13, 2008 (Sunday) Neil tore in to one of the back cabins this morning redoing the vinyl of the ceiling. It was quite a job but he got it all looking pretty and perfect. I was the lazy one and got myself involved in a good book. The sound of music lured us to shore this afternoon. There was quite a crowd in a beach side bar and grill named Johnnies. We shared some lunch and listened to the band. There were a couple guitarists, a fantastic drummer and even a guy playing a trumpet and then the saxophone player. They played a wide variety of music and were pretty good. We walked down the beach and are currently plopped in Roy�s Bar and Grill picking up wireless and catching up on life. Pretty boring stuff huh?

We have had quite an adventure and there is still more to come but I think we are both getting ready for a break and the return to reality (whatever that is) when we return to Iowa in June. We did run in to a couple on the beach the other day that asked �how do manage to be together 24/7 for so long� I replied that Neil has only had to throw me overboard on two occasions. Their jaws drop. No, just kidding we have not had the urge to toss each other overboard yet.

It is pretty much official. We are going to forfeit our return airline tickets out of St. Thomas on May 11. Instead that is the target date for when we will head of out of St. Thomas to sail the boat up to Chesapeake Bay in Virginia. It will be one hell of a sail and I have a few mixed feelings about it. But hey, I have never been there and you only live once so why not add one more adventure to this already awesome experience? Neil has been doing a lot of research and homework on this sail and the islands we will be stopping at so more info to follow as plans get confirmed. We are off to St. Croix on Tuesday after we spend the day exploring this island tomorrow.

April 12, 2008 (Saturday) After an early morning walk on the beach we pulled up the anchor and sailed over to Anguilla. Anguilla is a favorite of the rich and famous or so I have been told. Perhaps we will go in search of them some other day.

April 11, 2008 (Friday) It was just another relaxing day in Orient. We ran in to a couple that seemed quite intrigued with our venture. They kept asking all sorts of what we thought were silly questions but I guess to someone that has never been on a sailboat they seemed normal. We went for walks and went swimming and took dinghy over to a teeny little island across the way later this afternoon and played on the little beach that we had all to ourselves. However, Mother Nature decided to play tricks with us and it started to rain so we had to cut that venture short. Oh well. It is nice to be cozy on the boat.

April 10, 2008 (Thursday) I went to shore with my running shoes on and ran the board walk again this morning. We made the quick sail around the island and got settled in Orient Bay. We went in to walk the length of the beach and stopped at a couple beach bars. We are kind of lying low these days and doing a lot of planning and talking about our return to good old Iowa.

April 9, 2008 (Wednesday)   I guess we got our much needed sleep. We were both up before 6:00 AM. I watched the sun come up over the hills. I knew there were going to be ships coming in because the beach establishments were busy scurrying about setting up beach chairs and umbrellas. Sure enough. Within 30 minutes shortly before 7:00 AM two ships were already at the dock.
I went to shore this morning with my running shoes and ran up and down the board walk and all around Phillipsburg. It felt great. Upon returning to the boat I decided a good swim was in order. I was circling the boat with first a round of a breast stroke, then a side stroke. I was on a simple crawl and had every intention of swimming for at least 30-40 minutes. At about that moment I had the bee-geezus scared out of me. A barracuda about half my size decided it wanted to swim with me. Normally fish do not bother me when snorkeling and stuff but there have been no fish in this bay and to have this thing all by itself right by us was strange. He crossed in front of me within 10 inches of my face and proceeded to go under the boat. I made the fastest scramble/swim for the back of YOLO ever. I threw my mask and snorkel on the back but I believe I did the ladder climb with my fins still one. I was on a mission. I must have startled Neil and he asked what was up. He said the barracuda was harmless but I still want to Google this. Apparently barracudas do no bother with humans unless they are provoked. Well, what exactly pisses off a barracuda? Neil said �well if they feel you are reaching out or trying to strike them they may react� Well I am swimming right along reaching my arms out with every stroke. How does the barracuda know I am just pleasure swimming?

Anyway, moral of story�.he seemed out of place to me. Turtles on the other hand are all over around the boat in this bay.   I can relate to a turtle far better than the barracuda. Snorkeling with small sharks have not got to me as much as this thing did.   I do not know why.

I went to shore to wander and people watch. Neil stayed on the boat to work on boat maintenance. He picked me up two hours later and was so proud to show me the sparkling clean engine. All of its parts glistening in the light. I am happy for you Neil.   We showered and are now located in the Greenhouse in the Internet section having a couple happy hour drinks and appetizers.   This will be my last contact for a few days. We are going to sail around the island and relocate at Orient Beach for the weekend. Is it a weekend? And then from there we plan to sail over to Anguilla for a couple days and then do the overnight sail back up to our stomping grounds, the British Virgin Islands. It is kind of like we will be coming home.

April 8, 2008 (Tuesday) We were a little slow moving about this morning. Our action packed day yesterday was kind of hard on old people like us. We forced ourselves to do the odd jobs around the boat that we had planned. We each took naps at different times.   I forced myself in the water for a � mile swim later this afternoon. We scratched the plan of dinner with the Kentucky couple. Two nights in a row are not necessary. We decided instead to dinghy in to the grocery and get the goodies to make a homemade pizza. I piled it high with veggies. meat, and mountains of cheese. It was hmm hmm good. It was lights out early for us this evening.

April 7, 2008 (Monday) We watched the sunrise sipping coffee and I treated myself to one of my last two Diet Mountain Dews. Two more cruise ships pulled up to the docks between 7:00 and 8:00 AM so once again the town will be bustling. All the more reason for us to do something else.    We had a mission today. We want to get to a store like a Menards or something like that. Neil had a list of things he wants for the boat. We got the bus system figured out by now. All you have to do is go stand by the edge of the road and when you see a bus labeled �Simpson Bay� Or �Mullet� or St. Peters� you jump on the appropriate one. It is $1.50 one way, per person. You can�t beat that. This mission took us over to Simpson Bay where there is an Island Water World store, A Budget Marine, and a home center store. We got almost everything on the list. We had a lot to carry including the propane tank that we hauled all over with us trying get it filled but missed the opportunity at two different places by an hour or so.   We hopped on the bus back to Phillipsburg. We dumped our goods back at the boat, packed the beach bag and grabbed the first bus we saw going to Mullet Bay. We spent the afternoon on one of our favorite beaches near Cupecoy. It was a great sunny day.   One of those where you have to get in the water about every ten minutes to cool off. Late in the afternoon we were headed back to Phillipsburg but not before stopping mid way at the Sunset Beach Bar. Excuse me bus driver. Please stop the bus, we are getting off. We ordered a drink at the Boat Bar which is on the opposite side of the beach from the Sunset Beach Bar. I believe we have made a stop here each time when we have been on St. Martin. (Upon our arrival, as promised, cheers to a very good friend, Thomas Angel Tyler from Fort Dodge, IA. Thanks for eveything you have done for me. You have been the dearest of friends. I miss you!)

\What makes it interesting is that there is a beach between these two bars and the runway for the airport is literally right over the fence from the beach. Big jets come in and if stand on the beach you can actually see the faces of the pilots as it roars right over head.   It is pretty intense as they go over.   Most people ignore the warning sign. What is equally fun is when a jet takes off. The rear of the jet is right there over the fence as it revs its engines getting ready for take off and when it does, watch out! The power it puts off can send people tumbling down the beach with sand flying and hats flying off and in to the water. I only did this once a few years ago before I learned my lesson. Now I find it more fun to watch others that have no clue what is about to happen.
We met a couple from New York at the first bar, night club owner and a nurse. They joined us for the walk across the beach over to Sunset. We met another couple there. They are from Kentucky. He is an attorney and she a school teacher. The six of us seemed to hit it off and we ended up dancing and carrying on and staying at the Sunset Beach bar long after the sun had set.
I think I will keep the pictures from that night off the website in case any of us ever decides to run for office. We had a great time. It just so happened that the Kentucky couple were staying at the hotel on Phillipsburg Beach so they gave Neil and I a ride back with them.   We had one final cocktail at the Greenhouse and made plans to meet them tomorrow night for dinner.

April 6, 2008 (Sunday) There are two big cruise ships at the dock so the place is packed.   It took us a while to figure out these five sailboats that are anchored near us in the bay.   They are all identical. A shuttle taxi brings people out to them and a dozen or more people board each of the boats. Hmmm, what are they doing?   Maybe it is a race team?   Neil confirmed it after viewing the process through his binoculars. These can�t be race teams. There are fat ladies wearing tent dresses clutching their matching purses and gray haired old men with white knee socks and velcro strap shoes.   Uh-ah. They are in a class to experience a sail boat. After about 20 minutes of baking in the sun while the crew member must be explaining the sails, up go the sails away they go. They go back and forth, back and forth, sailing from one side of the bay to the other.   They do this 8-10 times and back in they come and are shuttled back to shore. Wow!   That had to be an exciting day trip from their cruise ship.
We sat in the Greenhouse Bar and Grill in the �Internet� section for a while this afternoon. Neil went on a mission for some boat parts so I did some looking around in the shops and ended up at Pineapple Pete�s Beach Bar enjoying a pile of onion rings and one of those pretty drinks with umbrella�s entertaining myself people watching. As soon as the horn blows from the cruise ships people come running down the board walk weighted down by all of their souvenirs running for the dock. All the shops close up.   The restaurants and bars board up and it is a ghost town.

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April 5, 2008 (Saturday) We did not even leave the boat today. We had all sorts of odd jobs to do. We worked on boat maintenance, played on our computers, read a little, sat on deck in the sun and ended the day with another superb grilled dinner from the master griller. I just have to throw in the side dishes and marinades. It is pretty quiet here in Phillipsburg when the cruise ships leave port.
April 4, 2008 (Friday) It was kind of a short night sleep last night. The wind gusts coming through here are unbelievable. It is amazing that our anchor held. We both laid there listening to the howl of the wind and the banging of ropes wondering if and when it would snap. Or worse yet another boat would come crashing our way. Last night truly is the most wind I have ever experienced but the sun came up and we were still holding.
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Opportunities to fill water tanks are sometimes far and few between so we have been ultra conservative with our water supply. It has been three days since I have had a shower. No, not really but lets put it this way, once does not stand in the shower and sing tunes as hot fresh water pounds at their back. It is more like this.

jump off back of boat to get wet
climb back up ladder
apply shampoo to salt water hair
jump back in for the 1^st rinse cycle
climb back up ladder
lather soap all over body
jump back in for 2^nd rinse cycle
climb back up ladder
turn on fresh water spicket at the back of the boat
use a liter (or less) to rinse salt from hair and body
apply conditioner to hair
use fresh water spicket for final rinse of salt from hair and body

Sometimes I combine steps 3 and 6 and do only one rinse cycle. It is nice to have options. Neil skips step 11. On the other hand, I like to pamper myself. This method has worked great but sometimes when the sun has set and there is a 78 degree chill in the air it is down right hard to get one self to go ahead and take the step 1 plunge but we do it anyway in consideration of those around us.   Don?t tell Neil this but sometimes if we are going out for the evening, I add a couple steps, like shave legs and such and probably come in with at least 2 liters usage.
We pulled up to the main dock at Gustavia among the other mega yachts. Our main purpose is to fill our empty water tanks. With that mission accomplished we set sail for St. Martin. There has been a weather pattern going on here the last few days and today confirmed it.    There are high winds and swells. Our plan was to enter Orient Bay and drop anchor.   The approach to Orient is rather tricky because of shallow waters.   Neil has done this numerous times so he has a good idea of what the obstacles are. But today is different. We have heavy winds and swells. Neil has himself glued to the GPS, I am reading the Sailors Guide for any tips I can get about the approach.   It seems to be getting worse. Neil makes the wise decision to abort this mission and get the heck out of here. I take the helm while he is going to pull in the jib.   Neil yells to me "go that way" pointing to open sea. I am in the process of doing so but not quite soon enough when we were broad sided by a 15-20 foot swell.    I don't want to over dramatize but poor YOLO seemed to be sideways.   Whoaooooooo. Stuff is flying around down below.    Neil yells again "steer in to the swells" I say "I am trying, I am trying".   In to the swells go and he gets the jib in.    I kind of knew this but Neil explained further, the absolute last thing one wants is to get broad sided by a swell that size. He also commented that was probably the most tipped he has ever experienced on YOLO.   To me it felt like the whole bottom of the boat must have been exposed.   Plan B is put in to action. We sailed around the island to Phillipsburg.
It was a nice sail around and we pulled in dropped anchor around noon. There were two big cruise ships in the harbor so there was a lot of activity on shore. One was a Carnival and I don?t know what the other one was. We went to in so Neil could do customs and made a stop at the chandlery.    I wandered around with thousands of cruise ship people in and out of shops.   I ended up at the Greenhouse where they have free wireless and it was happy hour.   Neil joined me there.    I had the headphones so I made a few calls. A few to try to straighten out Kelsi's car insurance and to Kelsi herself and then one to my parental units who have returned to Iowa after spending the winter months at their home in Arizona.

April 3, 2008 (Thursday) Let's see. Just what did I do today? We went in and got on the Internet again. I believe I hit submit on filing my income taxes and then decided to wander. The streets of St. Barths are lined with shop after shop after boutique after boutique after bar and restaurant. Gustavia is really a neat little place although it is a highly expensive place. I wandered in to some of the shops and others I walked right by knowing full well I would not be welcomed.   It is very obvious that some of the French do not necessarily care for us Americans. It is customary to say Bonjour immediately upon eye contact with a shop keeper. . But the moment they realize that I can not speak French and am American, I have been pretty much snubbed by some.    Perhaps it is written all over me that I am not about to spend $300 on a silly blouse.
My last stop was the grocery store. I picked up a "boat load" and boxed it all up.   Many of the markets we go in do not provide sacks for groceries. People bring their own. The stores do however toss a pile of boxes over in the corner for people like me that don?t have a personalized grocery sack. Just as I was pushing this cart of goodies to the dinghy dock, Neil came strolling down the street. It was perfect timing. Back to the boat we go. We ate a heaping pile of nachos and entertained ourselves with a few episodes of 'THE OFFICE'.   That show is so comical. We have thoroughly enjoyed it.   I think we are on season 2.     It is great humor for those of us that can totally relate to the office scenario.

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April 2, 2008 (Wednesday) We packed our backpacks and headed to shore to hop on the Internet in the wireless caf�. We spent at least 3-4 hours catching up on life. After almost a week I had a million things going on this afternoon. The stress of it all. I had numerous e-mails to tend to, worked on my taxes, re-instated Kelsi�s car insurance, chatted with Steven and Kelsi, and had some correspondence with my McInerney siblings, and my sister Connie.

We headed back to the boat right as it was getting dark. We lucked out big time. There was a big cruise ship in the bay and believe it or not the thing had itself hooked to a huge mooring with the rope extending quite a lng way from the boat to the ball at about neck level of a person riding in a dinghy. Thankfully Neil spotted it and we avoided near death or other serious injury. If it would have been 15 minutes later it would have been dark and we never would have seen it and who knows what the result would have been for a dinghy going full speed. We could not believe it. But we haven�t a clue how to say anything and say it to whom?

April 1, 2008 (Tuesday) We were up early (6:30) and are ready to sail for the day. The clouds and rain are gone and we have a beautiful sun shiny day at sea with the exception of one short lived squall. Over to St. Barths we go. It was about an 8 hour sail. Otto did most of the work and we relaxed. Our entertainment for the day was watching dinghy whip around behind us in the 15 foot swells.

One can�t be in St Barths without having a cheeseburger in paradise. Made famous right here at Le� Select, the origin of the Jimmy Buffet song. It was oh so tasty as usual.

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March 31, 2008 (Monday) We have the chore of customs this morning. It is impossible to get to the main village of Barbuda via dinghy so we had arranged to have a water taxi pick us up on the beach to take us across the lagoon a few miles to the town of Codrington. There are only five boats in this bay. We shared the water taxi with a couple from Switzerland. We had an interesting conversation while we bobbed in the taxi boat in the bay waiting for help. You see, we had time to do so because Mr. Taxi was in the water turning the boat around, jumped in and found he had issues with his steering cable. Engineer Neil tried to help but with no tools available to work on it, it was useless. Mr. Taxi called another water taxi and a half hour later we switched boats for the ride across the lagoon. Meanwhile in conversation with this couple we learned that they have been out since last July. They sailed across the Atlantic (it took them 16 days) and they were spending a few months bouncing around the Caribbean. From here their plan was to get up to Maine and then maybe from there they were thinking of having their boat put on a train or a truck and hauled across the States so they could sail it up around Alaska. These people were younger than the Captain and I so all we can figure is they have an unlimited supply of funds. They were a real nice couple. The owner of one of the other boats in the bay lucked out that we had to wait for another taxi and he was able to hop in with us and share the ride. Another interesting acquaintance. He was a younger guy sailing with his wife and young son, 5 or 6 years old. They are from Germany and doing the same as the other couple. Just bouncing around. How do these people do this?

There was not much to see in Codrington. As a group we trekked to the customs office accompanied by our taxi guide. Neil hobbled behind the group with his splint on, using his crutch. I went on ahead to check out the market. I did not find much. But I did find that I did not have enough money and this place did not take credit cards. Uh-oh, I used all of the $215 EC�s I had and now we do not have any to pay the taxi guy. I asked a local if there was a bank. Yep, just right down the block and to the right. A mile and a half later running down the street past goats and chickens I come to the �bank�. It is more like a hut with a woman inside with a security guy with a gun standing next to her. There was actually an ATM but it was �broke�. Hmm, what do I do now? I need money. I dug through my pack and luckily found some Euros�. It was my lucky day. She said she could convert them to EC�s for me. Knowing the group was waiting for me I started the run back to dock. Mr. Germany met me halfway just make sure all was well and we finished the walk to the dock for our return ride.

The sunshine of the morning diminished. It became overcast and cloudy. We aborted our plan to go snorkeling along the reef. But I had one more mission to complete for this day. I needed more shells from the beach. But by now it is down right cloudy and misting. No more blue skies. Neil decided it was the perfect time for a nap. But I was determined to not leave this island without some more shells so I packed my Tupperware bowl, my colander, an empty liter coke bottle, a couple beers, and swam the distance to shore. I crawled around on all fours getting my shells and filled my coke bottle with the white sand with sparkles of pink. Off to the East I could see the clouds intensifying and it looked pretty black down there. We are going to get blasted by a storm. It was quite a swim in so I did the smart thing before I left the boat. I left a note for Neil asking him to come get me when I motioned from shore figuring he would have long since woke up from his nap. I could not see any signs of life on YOLO clear out there so I figured I better get going. If it starts to rain I guess I am just going to have to get wetter while I swim back to the boat. Right when I get to the back of the boat lugging this garbage sack loaded with sand and shells and goodies Neil is standing there in a sweatshirt and says �Colleen, it feels like it is about to snow, why are you swimming�? �Neil, did you see my note�? �What note�? Oh well. What he describes as cold enough to snow is probably 75 degrees but I will have to agree, it is a far cry from the 85 we are used to. Brrrrr. This is a good night to snuggle up to a movie and popcorn.

March 30, 2008 (Sunday) Neil actually slept until 7:30 and said he slept pretty well after the splint creation. He also created a crutch out of the mooring ball stick with the base of an old sandal duct taped to it for the padding for under the arm. The engineering degree is coming in real handy here on YOLO.

It is a beautiful sunny day. We were anchored in Coco Point right next to one of the only two or three resorts on this entire island. It is a beautiful place with people sailing little sunfish, water skiing and having all sorts of water fun. But we decided to make a move up island to a new location closer to the water taxi to avoid having to get a land taxi to get to customs tomorrow.

What a great place to be. Barbuda is one of the world�s great undiscovered islands. In a survey it was the seventh least known holiday destination. That might not be the greatest if you are in the tourist industry but for someone like me it is heaven. I swam to shore and I was the only person for miles and miles of beach. As far as I could see there was beach, and me! I came in equipped with a large Tupperware bowl and the colander so that I could sift my tiny seashells. Parts of the beach are covered in some of the most colorful different types of shells. I was particularly drawn to the little pink ones. Poor Neil missed the fun because he thought it would be best if he rested his foot. That was a wise decision.

The master grilled some steaks to perfection and we sat on deck and took in yet one more beautiful sunset.

March 29, 2008 (Saturday) We were up early and ready to go. Good Bye Antigua. Over to Barbuda we go. We skipped Barbuda on the way down so this will be a new experience. We have never been there. After a really nice steady 6 hour sail, we arrived shortly after noon. Barbuda is a really low island with its highest point only 125 feet above sea level. It is a tricky island to get to because it is so shallow and it is surrounded by reef. There were even a couple rocks or reefs that even the GPS did now show. We came dangerously close to some of those rocks on our way in. I stayed up on the bow with a walkie talkie keeping a look out. There are over 200 shipwrecks reported making their entry to Barbuda. Neil was able to navigate us in safely and we dropped anchor in brilliant turquoise water in front of a pure white sand beach with a hue of pale pink. We swam in. I walked up and down it a bit and picked up some shells. This is surely the purest whitest fine sand I have every seen. We laid in it, and rolled around in it with the bright hot sun shining down. This would be the perfect place to build a sand castle but I forgot all my toys and building utensils on the boat. I will check my schedule. Maybe I can squeeze that in tomorrow.

Poor Neil. The toe does not seem to be getting better. I am sure he should just stay off it but that is pretty difficult to do. He got it all iced up and after another movie and popcorn he tried to get some sleep. He could not sleep because it was throbbing and every time he moved it would start up again. Around midnight he got up to rig up splint out of a paint stir stick and some masking tape hoping it would keep it still. I gave him 3 Tylenol PM�s and hopefully he can get some sleep.

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March 28 (Friday) In to shore we go at 8:00 AM so I can do a couple loads of laundry. Neil checked out the chandlery and arranged to have some battens made for the main sail. After our work for the day was complete, I swam to the shore to do some shell hunting and to go for a walk. (Again, Neil could not join me. He is having trouble walking at all with his blueish-purple swollen big toe) I have been picking up shells, rocks, driftwood, bones, artifacts, etc. from each island that we visit and this island is the perfect place to pick up shells. I have no clue how I will get all this back to Iowa but I will worry about that later. I had one whole beach to myself to collect from so the selection was great. Antigua claims to have 365 beaches. One for each day of the year so it is pretty much one white sandy beach after another. I swam back to the boat just in time to hop in the dinghy to ride over to a beach around a couple points that we have visited in past years. It was a rather rough ride through the waves clear over and around to our destination of Hawksbill Beach. It was one of those rides where you just hang on and brace yourself as waves continually slap you in the face. Minus yet one more pair of sunglasses later, we get there. We were approaching the beach in rather large surf when dinghy escapade #2 took place. The first was in St. Barths months ago.

Here we go. Let�s ride the wave in and land this thing in the sand. We know of a couple big rocks that we must avoid in order to do so. All of a sudden there is one of them right in front of us. I believe Neil turned slightly to avoid it when all of a sudden the wave we were riding is now crashing at our side. Up up up goes dinghy sideways in the big wave. I was absolutely certain as I was flying through the air being tossed that it was going to tip and land on my head. I had the snip clip vision of Neil being tossed out right before I was. The dinghy was almost all the way over when the wave subsided slightly and dinghy returned to an upright position. I surfaced and heard Neil yell �are you OK� �yes, I am but the engine is still running�. (in forward position none the less) As we dangled outside dinghy, we both reached in and grabbed handles and hung on for dear life. First of all we could not let dinghy go and secondly, if we do it will probably turn around and chop our feet off in the prop. Never mind the rock we were trying to avoid is around here somewhere. There was a slight lull in the wave action and we were able to fling our bodies back in to dinghy. Neil quickly gave it the gas and away we went. Good Bye Hawksbill Beach! Maybe another day. All of this took place maybe 20 feet from shore and a guy happened to be walking by. I could tell he felt totally helpless with his hands in the air as he stood there in awe as he took all of this in.

Thinking about it as we headed out of there we were both so thankful that we came out of that so lucky. If one of us would have hit that rock or got caught in the prop it would have been all over. Ironically dinghy has not been idling well at all. It dies practically every time we slow down coming up to a dock but oh no, not this time, the dumb thing would not die. Our only loss was one more pair of sunglasses.

We decided to head back to the point closer to our home and visit the beach there. The same one we went to with Roger, Doug, Phyllis and Carole in January. It is a little more protected from the surf by the peak. We got dinghy on the sand. Neil tied him to a post up on shore and we walked the length of the beach. Neil hobbled. We were just getting settled on the beach when we noticed that down the way something did not look right. The tide must have risen slightly and dinghy was swinging sideways with each wave that came in. I ran down to check it out. I was to wave at Neil if I needed help and if so, he would limp back down the beach. When I got there dinghy was no longer tied up, the ropes were floating in the water and it was plumb full of sand and water. The post it had been tied to was a good 25 feet up the shore line rolling in the waves. The only option was the anchor. I got it out and dig a nice deep hole in the sand and got it secured. Dinghy is not going anywhere now. We finally got to enjoy some beach time and I got to play in the surf.

Back in the Harbor we had to go fill the boat with water and fuel. Get ice and pick up the battens for the sail that a guy was making for the main. It was a quiet night on YOLO tonight with popcorn and a movie

March 27, 2008 (Thursday) Right before 1:00 AM I asked Neil to take over again. I laid down on the floor in my make shift bed. I noticed that after about an hour the swells subsided some and Neil woke up Otto. I knew Neil was lying on the floor across the back at my feet. I felt him tickle my toes. And then again and again. I was thinking enough is enough Neil. He hates his toes to be tickled so I kind of wondered why he would be doing this. I pulled my feet up and curled up in a ball and forgot about it. But it was about then that I wondered �could that have been a fish?� No, I don�t think so.

The peaceful sail was short lived. All of a sudden we encountered a squall. The rain started coming down in sheets. I wimped out and said see ya captain, I am going down below. For the next 3-4 hours he endured the cold rain. I remember the last time this happened he had commented that he would never again go in to a night sail without his rain suit handy. We forgot that part. It was in the cupboard up in the front cabin so he sat up there shivering in his sopping wet light weight cotton pants stuck to his skin. He safely got us anchored outside Jolly Harbor Bay on Antigua right as the sun was coming up shortly after 6:00 AM. He stripped his wet clothes, got a cup of coffee and Baileys. We watched the sun rise and it was lights out for Neil.

But as we were sitting there watching the sunrise over the mountain we noticed that we had taken on a couple passengers in the night. There was one dead flying fish up on the deck and another right there on the floor precisely where my feet had been earlier.

It seems like we always have a slow day after a night sail. It just kind of zaps you. After a nice nap though I did go in to shore and wandered the harbor and the beach. There are some absolutely beautiful homes here with the canal on the back side to house their huge boats with a gorgeous beach out there front. It is a pretty cool place. Maybe we should buy a lot and move here and build a house in one of the developments. I think I read somewhere that these lots start at a million dollars. I took a bunch of pictures of the homes and the pretty landscaping. Neil stayed on the boat and continued icing his poor swollen big toe. It does not seem to be getting better and I am sure last nights sail did not help matters.

We went in for Happy Hour to the same little bar where we rocked the place about six weeks ago with Doug, Phyllis, Carole, and Roger. We had dinner at a nice little Italian place called Mellinni's there in the harbor and back to the boat for a much needed good nights sleep.

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March 26, 2008 (Wednesday) I had an e-mail from Steven this morning with a picture attached that was taken in the hospital before they got him fixed up. He looks a little rough to me but he tells me he is looking much better this morning. I will have to believe him until he can send me an updated picture. I have my tennis shoes on and am headed to shore for a run. Neil�s swollen big toe will prevent him from joining me.   He will have to stay on the boat and continue with the ice packs.

Well, here we go. Everything is stowed and we set sail for Antigua around 3:00 PM. It was a beautiful sail with lots of wind and we were averaging 8 knots and saw yet one more of many many sunsets so far. I laid down around 9:00 for a few winks. Neil woke me around 10:40 and wanted me to take a shift. Gladly Captain. We were experiencing some pretty good swells so Otto had the night off.   I sailed from the port side and actually did quite well using the compass heading of 15 degrees.   I would pop over and check the GPS every now and then to be certain I was still on course. I was. It was much easier to sit on the downside because we were heeled pretty good and the wind not as bad over here. Even there though I got totally drenched 3-4 different times when a wall of water came flying up over the side of the boat. Woo-wee!

March 25, 2008 (Tuesday) We came sailing in to Les Saintes around 10:00 AM after about a 20 hour sail. It was a nice sail but the wind did play tricks with us while we were passing by Dominica. Neil tried to stay far out from the island knowing it was going to happen but that island is so big with mountain peaks that it was inevitable.

We took a little nap on the deck when we arrived and then headed in to get on the Internet.    I was able to make a call to Steven. The story goes�he was with good friends on Saturday biking through the canyons of California as they usually do on Saturdays. He was coming down a hill and had to make a turn and was going a bit too fast and wiped out and tumbled. His three partners were behind him.   They managed to get back out of the canyon and his friend Nancy took him to the hospital. (Thanks Nancy for taking care of my Sam) He was released today.   The shoulder is one thing and will heal but he said the very worst was waiting for the plastic surgeon to arrive on Monday. They tried to clean him up but determined he needed a plastic surgeon.   When the guy arrived Monday morning he decided to knock him out and do some procedure to remove some of the skin, and the dirt and gravel from his face. And put in a few stitches here and there around his nose and upper lip.

I am really happy that he is active and enjoys this sport but like with anything, there are risks. He seemed upbeat and said his friends had stopped by to see him but his comment was �it is just not the same though as having your Mother Bear nearby�. Big hug to Steven!

We were still feeling pretty wiped out from our long sail so we stayed on the boat this evening and the master grilled salmon steaks and I threw out a couple side dishes.

Neil slipped coming down the steps later and banged up his foot/toe. He went to sleep with a throbbing foot with a makeshift ice pack tied on. Ouch!

March 24, 2008 (Monday) We popped in to make a quick check of e-mail this morning. I was greeted with one from Steven. It said something like �Mom, do not freak out but I am in the hospital. I broke my shoulder yesterday while mountain biking� I could not call him because of the 4 hour time difference. I was able to get a hold of my Mother in Arizona though and asked her to contact him later and e-mail me. We are setting sail shortly for a long one. We will sail from Martinique up to Les Saintes off the tip of Guadeloupe. It will be a long one and I will be out of range until at least sometime tomorrow. Bummer, it is going to be a long night not knowing what�s up.

March 23, 2008 (Sunday) Easter Sunday! This was not a typical Easter Sunday morning of years gone by. We spent literally 5-6 hours in this bar/restaurant frustrating ourselves on the sloooooooooooow Internet.

Steven and Kelsi have to survive this Easter without a treasure hunt. Ever since I can remember I would plan an Easter treasure hunt for them. I made up clues and hid eggs throughout a route in the neighborhood and if they figured out each clue that led them to the next and the next they would come upon a treasure at the end. They had to complete each of the clues before going to the next. I remember smiling looking out the window as they skipped down the street, stopping to do jumping jacks or whatever other silly thing the clue told them to do. In the early years before they could read, I had to draw pictures then the clues became more complex as they grew up. I believe it was 2006. Steven was 22 years old, a junior in college and Kelsi a senior in high school. I figured they had out grown the treasure hunts but I will never forget the look on Steven�s face that Easter morning �Mother, what do you mean we aren�t having a treasure hunt�. Needless to say, Easter of 2007 when they both came home from college we had a treasure hunt. The �treasures� have changed over the years. It used to be trinkets, silly putty, a slinky, bubbles, candy, a kite, a doll or whatever suited. It has turned in to be things like cosmetics and toiletries, money, underwear, gift certificates, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items needed by college students. I will have to make it up to them for missing this one. Sorry!

The 1^st picture is Easter 2008 and then back about 18 years to 1990.

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March 22, 2008 (Saturday) We pulled anchor and headed in closer inside Marin Bay on Martinique. After again three attempts we were able to secure the anchor in the mud. I was at the bow doing anchor duty and had this French guy in a boat near by doing all sorts of hand gestures and noises that I could not make heads or tails of. I think he was telling us to not drop anchor near him. Who knows? It was ridiculous. At one point I wondered if flipping the bird was universal sign language but I refrained and let him carry on.

After we were secure we went to shore. I wandered around by myself. I wandered the streets taking pictures of signs. This may seem like a rather odd pastime but I enjoyed meandering. Neil went in search of much needed boat parts. I met up with him back at the QUAL 13. It is an establishment in the shipyard. If you want to see a crusty sailor, this is the place to be. One of my favorite �sign shots� of the day was the one meant for dogs. It was posted on the entrance door to the bar at dog eye level. I think this proves that dog can decipher the meaning of various signs.

Back to the boat we go. I managed to force myself in to the water for a 30 minute swim exercise. I created a baked dish for our dinner this evening then Neil and I wandered the bay and marina area this evening. Popping our heads in to various places and picking up a bit of live band. My only complaint this evening was what I believe to be a major design flaw in this dinghy dock. In the darkness of the night this looked very much like a step down to the lower level. I thought how nice that was since I had on a dress. I was mistaken. As I stepped down on what I thought was a step, I gracefully managed to get one leg between the concrete and the metal pipe. #@$%%$##! That one is going to leave a mark!

March 21, 2008 (Friday) The sun came shining though my hatch. Let�s get the heck out of here, swells or not. We hit the sea and headed to Martinique. It was a great sail. There was another boat taking off about the same time we did. They had three sails up and we were neck and neck at times but we kept the lead and kicked their ass! Yippee!!!!!

Midway through our sail we both yelped at about the same time. What the heck was that? All I saw was a HUGE wall of water in front of the boat. I am talking stories high. We determined we had to have just encountered a whale. It was quite the sight. There was some commotion in the water surrounding the area right afterward followed by some dolphins swimming along side of us. I wish I would have seen the whale itself but just to see his or her splash was a sight in it self. We made such good time that we packed a bag and spent the afternoon on a beach for some much deserved relaxation after that tough sunny morning of sailing.

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March 20, 2008 (Thursday) It was an absolute still calm steamy morning. Sweat was dripping while we got the final measurements for the new main sail. Neil has been worried about this and needs to get them sent off to Chuck the sail guy. It was perfect that it was so calm and we were able to raise the main without any problems even though we are sandwiched in between neighboring boats.

We left the channel in the dinghy to go check out the swells. They were definitely crashing. Neil dropped me at the Sandals Resort dock with my tennis shoes on. I ran/walked the 3 or so miles in to the town where I found Neil at the Internet Caf�. I decided to continue my trek with another mile or so over to a large grocery. Neil picked me up at the dock over there and we returned to YOLO with a fresh stock of goodies. I promptly jumped in the water and had a nice swim.

It was fish and veggies for dinner tonight with a moonlit night on the deck of YOLO followed by a movie that I was not part of because I fell asleep before it even began.

March 19, 2008 (Wednesday) We are still stuck in St. Lucia.    Nobody is going anywhere because of the high seas. We decided we needed to relocate once again from our spot outside Pigeon Island in to the harbor. It is unbelievable how many boats are packed in here but first we need fuel and WE NEED WATER!!!!! After fueling, Neil stayed with YOLO and I dinghyed in to inquire about water.   Thank goodness dinghy decided to be my friend today.

The marina was packed but the guy told me we could pull in to slip A38 and fill up but we could not stay because it was already reserved. After that mission it took us three anchor attempts to get stuck firmly in the mud in the harbor. Never mind that I am the one up at the hatch dropping and lifting the anchor with mud flinging everywhere as I pull it up and then drop it again. Oh well, I guess it comes with the job of first mate.

We went down yonder later tonight to a happy hour at some place overlooking the water. We met a fellow sailor at the bar, John Boersen from Alberta, CANADA. We shared stories and tried to figure out the Geographic�s of the states using coasters as our various markers. I successfully dinghyed us back to YOLO to end the evening.

March 18, 2008 (Tuesday) We heard through the grapevine of other sailors and yacht people and from posted notices that the seas were going to be rough the next couple days. Swells of 20 feet are predicted so I guess we will spend some time in St. Lucia. I can think of worse places to be stuck in the middle of March.

After a trip to shore where we found�. believe it or not, a Burger King! A whopper it was. This is a highly commercialized island and very modern. I shopped a bit and we picked up some grocery items in the very American kind of market.   After reviewing the reports once again we knew that it would be one rolley ride if we stayed where we were so we pulled up anchor and relocated over by Pigeon Island which would block the northerly swells. Pigeon Island is not really an island; it is just a big mountain rock protruding from a tip of St. Lucia.   We are all settled right out from a Sandals resort. I can hear a steel band from shore. I went for a little swim and am showering off the back of the boat when I realize that there is a wedding going on over there on shore. I am sure that is just what the couple wants is a woman showering on a boat in the backdrop of the wedding ceremony pictures so I cut my shower short. It was a quiet night on YOLO after dinner.   I made my infamous grilled chicken on lettuce. (it is better than it sounds) This dish is one of Neil�s favorites. We attempted to watch Mr. Brooks once again. I made it all the way through this time. Neil was out by about halftime.

March 17, 2008 (Monday) We retrieved an e-mail this morning that was sent last night from Steven. The subject was �Airlines Suck�. Steven, Kelsi, and Jason�s original flights should have taken them to their respective homes last night. NOT! Change of plans. More mechanical difficulties with the plane. They got rerouted. Apparently they got to spend Sunday evening in New York City. When they left Jamaica yesterday they were told there would be Air Jamaica personnel on hand in New York to guide them to their overnight accommodations in NYC. When they arrived late last night, there were no Air Jamaica personnel to be found and the phone numbers they provided were not in service or something like that. The weary sailors improvised and pulled up a piece of the floor while the cleaning crew swept around their bodies.   They had to be a hurting bunch following their last evening on YOLO just 24 hours ago.
We relaxed in Rodney Bay. Sparkles the laundry guy came by in his boat and picked up our mountain of sheets and towels. I picked up a wireless signal from shore and checked my e-mail only to be reminded by friends Judy and Deb that it was St. Patrick�s Day. I had not even thought of it. So Neil and I decided to go in to Spinnakers for a drink and appetizer before returning to the boat for dinner and another movie. Mr. Brooks. Neil fell asleep somewhere in the middle.

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March 16, 2008 (Sunday) It is always a sad time when our guests have to cram their belongings in to their bags and taxi to the airport. This one was real hard. We said our good byes first to Nick and Calli who had to leave at 8:30. Steven, Kelsi, and Jason were scheduled to be picked up at 11:00. After a lunch on deck we walked them to meet Mr. Cab. After a teary hug good bye from their Mother Bear, they climbed in the taxi and away they went. I waved until they were out of sight.

It was an awesome week of fun-filled activities, adventures and just plain enjoying each others company. Of course it flew by WAY to fast. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute. We all had a lot of catching up to do. Kelsi was at my side all week, helping out with this and that and everything in between. Naturally I am a bit biased as their mother bear, but what a lovely young woman she has become and Steven, such a nice well rounded responsible young man. Neil and I are a couple of very proud parents of the great young adults we have been blessed with.

I tearfully walked back to the boat. I don�t think I snapped out of it all day and Neil had to put up with me. Thanks Neilly.

We did a little clean up, took advantage of the free water and did some laundery. I spent a bit of time in my office and we headed out. We sailed the short way up to Rodney Bay and dropped anchor to kick back and relax after four totally fun filled but rather exhausting four weeks of non-stop action. It was an early night for us as relocated ourselves to the front cabin and shared a shrimp stir fry and a movie.

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March 15 (Saturday) Neil was finally able to get the video of the turtle torture from Carricou uploaded. Every time I see that video I cringe. I will never forget the image of one of the turtles looking me in the eye as I took that video. He seemed to be saying to me �please help�. Oh how I wish I could have but I figured I better not press my luck as the locals jumped out of the way of my view finder demanding that I not photograph them or the turtles. I hopped in the jeep and away we went.

Neil had the chore of getting us checked through customs. The rest of us wandered the shops and picked up some souvenirs. We were back to the boat, packed and ready to go for an adventure. Mr. Cab picked us up promptly 12:00 PM. Over the island we went to the base of the rain forest for our zip line adventure. What an adventure it was. We zip lined through the forest one by one reaching 11 different platforms. On one of the longer ones some of us were waiting and here comes Steven at high speed. The guide was giving the signal for �slow down�. Sometimes that is easier said than done. Those of us on the platform stepped back as Steven come barreling on to the platform where he was able to firmly plant his feet. The guide turned to him and said �you scared the shit of you and me both�. But in my opinion I don�t think Steven was a bit nervous. He enjoyed every minute of his ride. The best line was left for last. It was the longest line. The guide turned to us and told us to forget all the rules on this one. Forget hanging on to the line; just grasp your straps with both hands and go. Let yourself spin, scream, do whatever suits you. There is a ramp on this last platform that will stop you when you get there. I took a leap and with the best Tarzan or Jane sounds I could muster, I twisted and spun my way down the line and came in full blast to the ramp and platform. What a great experience. We took the tram down the rest of the beautiful mountain terrain full of hundreds of different types of thick foliage.

Back on the boat we all showered and primped and got ready for an evening out on the town. Or shall I say, out on the bay. Kelsi and I donned our matching first mate outfits and were ready to rock and roll. I think we made a nice pair of sailor girls and even had a few people at the restaurant tell us so.

The kids treated captain and I to a very nice dinner at Chateau Mago. I had a surprise when the waitress approached our table with cake and flaming candles. I believe it was Kelsi that secretly arranged this. I was able to blow out all 4 candles hoping my wishes come true.

We all took advantage of the two for one drink specials but Steven and Jason did so in particular. I think if they ever wish to change careers they could become poster guys for Piton or Hairoun beer. Produced and bottled right here on St. Lucia and St. Vincent. Some of the silly nonsense continued back on the boat. Uh-oh, we are all out of Piton�s. To my hesitation Steven, Kelsi and Jason hopped in the dinghy to go search for some. They returned from their successful mission. Jason, being the fine gentleman he is offered to help Kelsi out of the dinghy as the tide had dropped and she was challenged. Thanks Jason. They were a happy bunch of sailors on the boat living it up on their last night with us.

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March 14, 2008 (Friday) That darn alarm went off at 2:30 AM. I hate that thing. It starts off with a slow �beep beep� then if left unattended, it progressively beeps long and louder and louder and louder, The few times we have had to use it, neither of us can ever figure out in the dark how to shut it off. Neil attempted it and then tossed it to me and I was about ready to go throw it overboard but I got it off. Let the sail begin. Kelsi does not remember this but right before we pulled anchor I fed her two pills and moved her to our cabin. She said to me later that she woke up wondering �how the heck did I get here�. l also got two pills in Steven but left him in the front cabin to fend for himself. Sorry Steven.

Where is our moon? When I went to bed last night we had about a half moon. I guess it set around midnight so in the black of the night we released ourselves from the mooring ball and navigated out of the bay and threw up the sails. I had my pillow and cushions and got myself comfortable. After lots of adjusting Neil laid down on the floor with a towel and a cushion to try to get a few winks. Captain Neilly never really sleeps on these long sails because he always has one eye open checking sails and the GPS and the horizon for obstacles. I Love My Captain!

About the time the sun was rising, Jason stumbled up and took his position on the port side with cushions and a pillow. He pretty much maintained that position throughout the day. I checked down below once or twice to see Steven had relocated himself to our cabin with pillows wedged between him and his sister as we pounded through the waves.

Steven and Kelsi both came up sometime in the late morning. I gave up my position on the floor below Jason to Kelsi. Steven took the heeled side of the table and we sailed on. Nick and Calli emerged sometime after 12:00 PM. Things got a little calmer and we were finally able to move about, get on deck, dangle our feet off the back of the boat and have a couple Hairoun�s until we reached our destination of Marigot Bay on St. Lucia around 4:00 PM. Whew! 13+ hours of sailing but we did it. We got ourselves secure on the dock and promptly grabbed the water hose from the dock. I forgot to mention that we ran out of water last night. However, we have three resourceful guys on board. Late last night, Steven, Jason and Nick took the dinghy to shore and kindly asked the guy at the bar if he could fill them for us which he did. But if I remember this right the last thing he said was that the water may not be safe for drinking. This is a little fuzzy for me because I had been asleep when I heard all of the racket and looked out and there were the three of them boiling the water and filling the bottles. Thanks guys!

We popped in to JJ�s for dinner this evening. JJ�s is a nice little place right on the shore with the deck on stilts over the water. A nice ending to just one more sunny day of sailing the Caribbean sea.

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March 13, 2008 (Thursday) Happy Birthday To Me! If my calculations are correct, I am turning 47 today. I know that is correct because my sister Diane e-mailed me to verify that I truly am 47 today.   I did not mention this before today because it was a birthday present butmy Dolly had some wonderful gifts for me upon her arrival. She managed to get six 24 oz. diet Mountains Dews in her luggage. I hid them from everybody and plan to spread out my mornings of diet dew. She also gave me a picture frame that she matted herself with a picture of her and I taken last spring. Also included were numerous miscellaneous items that I had mentioned to her. Some make up, lotions, sunscreen, tortilla wraps, odds and ends, etc. She also included a few cans of green chili's so I could make a favorite dip.  Thank you SO much Dolly for doing all of that. MB appreciates it greatly.

The day started off with a tour of Mustique.   Having a different cab driver this time than last we took a slightly different route and he took us further around the island and pointed out the homes of Shania Twain and Celine Dion. In addition to the homes we saw last week. Hilfiger, Mick etc.   We knew from prior experience that a stop at Macaroni Beach was a must. It is a beautiful white sand beach on the other side of the small island. We had Mr. Cab driver drop us off with the plan to return a couple hours later to pick us up. We all had a ball body surfing and frolicking in the waves. Neil caught one big time and tumbled through the waves ending with a face plant in the sand.   He surfaced with a scraped forehead. Ouch! This kind of play in kind of hard on old folks like us. Kelsi came up at one point two pouting about all the sand in her hair. Poor thing. I did not feel sorry for her because I know she was having great fun trying to master the waves.

After a quick stop at the ice cream shop and a grocery store run, we returned to the boat for a nice dinner of grilled salmon, veggies, baked potatoes and French bread.

We have an early morning tomorrow so we pretty much behaved ourselves this evening.   At least Neil and I did. After all, I am 47 now. We were in our cabin by 9:30. I have no idea what time the others came down.

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March 12, 2008 (Wednesday)   We were all a little slow getting out of our cabins this morning. Thinking of last night all I can say is the neighbor boats were either good sports or had to be really ticked at all the racket coming from YOLO.   Neil and I drugged the kids with motion sick pills and pulled up the anchor. I decided to stay below for the sail and relax and do some re-arranging of our cabin and some writing.   Kelsi tried to read and relax in the front cabin. I neglected to tell her that that is the worst place to be under a hard sail. She took some pretty good body slams and she was feeling a little banged up when we finally arrived. Nick and Steven took turns at the helm for most of the six hour sail. It was pretty strong at times and they both did a superb job keeping YOLO on course. Jason kind of laid low today.    We arrived in Mustique around 2JJ. PM We were all feeling a bit worn out.

The kids and I went to shore to get groceries. Neil stayed on the boat to play with his friend Otto. Otto has been under the weather the last few days. $758 EC dollars later Nick, Calli, Steven, Kelsi, Jason and I returned to the dinghy dock with our goods.   All I can say is �that damn dinghy engine�. I tried and tried to start it, I choked it, and tried again and again. No luck. By now we are floating off the dock in a small rocky area very close to the beach. May Day, May Day, Steven jumps in the water and pushed us out a bit and turned us around. Now Jason gives it his best shot. He tried and tried, and choked it and tried again. (same story, different person)    No luck. We had to look pretty pathetic because finally a local in a wooden boat came up and grabbed our rope and pulled us out and Jason was able to get it started in forward and away we went.   We approached YOLO to see Captain Neil up on the bow with his laptop picking up a wireless signal. Obviously he was not looking towards shore and missed out on all of our dinghy fiasco. He did not even notice our approach to YOLO when the engine died 15 feet short of the stern.   STEVEN, jump! In he went and pulled us up to the boat. Good job. Getting groceries has never been such a chore.

We popped open the Hairouns for cocktail hour and thought out our meal plan for the evening. The market we had visited was great. I was able to get some salmon fillets to grill, fresh broccoli, asparagus, red peppers, lettuce, and a bunch of other stuff. We quickly realized that one of us had obviously set down one of our shopping baskets. (it was probably me) because we do not have the salmon. We do not have the broccoli. We do not have the sour cream, or the chicken, or the butter.    Meal plan B went in to action. We had hotdogs, instant mashed potatoes with cheese, minus butter or margarine, saut�ed asparagus with red pepper and onion and a random pack of rice mix we found. The good part was the basket containing the fresh fruit did make it. We had strawberries, apple, and grapes. That is the first real fruit we have had in weeks.

The band at Basil�s began playing shortly after 9:00.   We had several concoctions of drinks. The Ambassador, Hurricane David, Sex on the Beach, Long Island Teas, Rum and Diets, Hairoun, Rum Punch. Oh whatever, we had probably one of everything as we listened to the music.

Neil and I were wiped out. These guys are banging us up pretty bad. It is sleepy time for us.

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March 11, 2008 (Tuesday) We had shared with our kids that they miss so much if they sleep late while there is a paradise awaiting them. They had all agreed but to be honest when they popped out of their cabins before 9:00 AM I was surprised. I was typing in my cabin and looked up above to see Jason and Steven already headed to the shore to snorkel around one of the small Cays (kee) where they reported seeing a few sting rays among the other fish.

We noticed that there was a water taxi transporting people from a small cruise ship out a ways in to shore for lunch. Neil and I decided to swim in and see what was up. I hid my mask and snorkel in a bush and we mingled with the passengers checking things out. It was pretty impressive. White table clothes, a huge spread of fresh fruits, veggies, full salad bar and guys grilling burgers, chicken, brats and who knows what else. Not to mention the cocktail bar. We contemplate whether or not we should get in line but decided to get a drink first to test the waters. Neil decides that we should start with me going up and ordering two rum punches. His comment was �females can get away with anything and I look a little scruffy with my long shaggy hair and unshaven face so you do it�. I really did not want to but I caved in and walked up and said �Could I please get two rum punches�? which they responded with �what is your cabin number�? Whoops. Now I really feel stupid but I quickly came back with �oh, I am not on your ship, I would like to purchase them� Thankfully they said no that this was for passengers only because I did not happen to have any money tucked in to my swimsuit anywhere.. Back to the boat we go and we decided to relocate around the corner for a different view of the turquoise, green, and blue waters.

I believe it was Steven that asked Neil if he could jump off the bow of the boat if he was careful. Neil replied sure, go for it! Steven and Jason started out with simple dives and the peer pressure was on and before we knew it we were all out there. So much for a simple dive. How bout we try flips and cannon balls? Some were successful, some were not. There were some with near belly flops and some with butts smacking the water. Captain Neil failed with his attempt at a flip. Notice the picture, his hand is already hitting the water but he is no where near flipped. Credit should be given though. It is not the easiest task to perch yourself out on the little platform on a rocking boat to push off. But what fun we had! Next on the activity directors list was a dinghy trip to the beach on the little cay. It was so beautiful and again pictures will not do it justice. I collected rocks and shells, some layed on the sandy beach, some snorkled. We all climbed up the hill for the spectacular view.

Tonight was bushwhacker night. Nick was the master at the blender producing one batch of bushwhackers after another. There was a lot of singing going on as I recall. Amazing how one thinks they can sing when they have a few cocktails in them. Thank goodness nobody was recording this nonsense. I had my first mishap going down the steps to the galley after 3+ months on this boat. I wonder how that happened. However, Steven had pre-empted my attempt with a fall of his own. We sang, we danced, we had a ho-down. We even had a conga line circling the table at one point. We were one bunch of bushwacked sailors by bed time.

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March 10, 2008 (Monday) We got everything stowed and set sail. It was a down wind sail so it was a little slow going but we enjoyed it by relaxing, reading, catching rays on the deck and enjoying the nice sunny day of sailing. The kids all took turns at the helm. They all seem like they are seasoned sailors and did a great job. Captain Neil even went down below for a couple hours to relax. We arrived in our destination of the Tobago Cays around 4:00? It did not take but 10 minutes and I heard one splash and then another. Steven and Kelsi already had their mask and fins out and were in the water. Jason, Nick and Cali took a dip too. Followed by Neil and I. We stuffed ourselves on the boat tonight and called it a day. A perfect one.

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My Baby Dolly!

March 9 2008 (Sunday afternoon) Hello, where are they? Their plane should have landed at 12:10. It is now after 1:00 PM. I have spent the last hour gazing up at the marina looking for them. Just as we decided to just go plop ourselves in the chairs at the entrance and were walking on to the main dock. I see this silhouette of Steven and Kelsi. I took off on a run with my arms stretched and at the same time Dolly (Kelsi) comes bolting down the dock doing the same. Both of us in tears as we hugged for the first time in over three months. Steven was right behind to join in the group hug. It was a magical moment

They all had experienced long travel days prior to their arrival in Barbados last night. Steven had driven from San Diego to Los Angeles to catch the red eye Friday night only to enjoy 6-7 hours in Jamaica early yesterday morning before arriving in Barbados. Kelsi had driven to Davenport from Ames Friday to hook up with Jason and they made the trek to Chicago to stay with Connie. (Thank you Connie for taking care of them. They enjoyed their short stay in your lovely home) Jason and Kelsi�s flights out of Chicago had all been changed due to mechanical difficulties with their original plane. Nick and Cali had traveled from Kansas City. But one way or another they all got to Barbados and it sounds like they enjoyed their stay there together. Kelsi said she did not even mind it when Steven asked her �do you have any electronics on you� She answered �no� That was her mistake. In to the pool she went.

It was so great to see everybody. We got everybody all settled and figured they would want to relax. Nope, this is an ambitious group. Within minutes they were all ready to go. We hopped in the dinghy and headed over to climb the rock and take in the spectacular view that it offers. My feet are getting pretty tough after being barefoot most of the last 3 months but the tender toes of the others were hurting a bit on the rocky climb. It was well worth it though. Steven, Kelsi and I ended the descent climb with a snorkel around the rocky shore line looking at all the fish and sea life. Kelsi thoroughly enjoyed her first snorkel adventure.

Back at the boat, beers cracked open and rum drinks flowed as we all caught up with everything and had dinner on the boat. Kelsi and I sat on the bow looking at stars and talking for a long time. It was a long day but wow, what a great one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Farewell!

March 9, 2008 (Sunday Morning) The alarm went off at 5:05 AM. It did not seem to phase any of the group. OK, lets put plan B in to action. Neil starts the engine. Rebecca started to stir but still no movement out of Michael, Megan, or Patrick. Mr. Cab driver will be here at 5:45 to take them to the airport. Literally, with about 7 minutes to spare, Rebecca knocks on Michael and Megan�s door and asks �are you guys ready to go?� Michael peeks out with drooping eyelids and his hair standing on end. Nope, 0bviously not. They quickly tossed on their clothes and away they went. Neil and I thought about going back to sleep but couldn�t. We simply have too much to do before our kids arrive. Everything was sparkling clean by 10:30 when we had a cab arranged to run us over to make a pit stop at the grocery to stock up. Mr. Cab driver was then instructed to head over to the airport and keep a look out for 5 twenty something year olds and yell YOLO when he sees them..

March 8, 2008 (Saturday) I could hardly believe it when I went up on deck this morning around 7:00 AM there was Megan. What? Is this the same girl who barely made it out of bed before noon some days? Neil took her to shore to wander the shops and enjoy a breakfast on the deck caf� overlooking the water. The rest joined her later this morning to check things out. We got the boat ready to make the sail up to St. Vincent.

And we are off for a final destination for the week. We got ourselves secured in a slip in the Marina in Blue Lagoon in St. Vincent. Neil and I spent the afternoon working on the boat. Being on a slip at a dock, the rest had the freedom to come and go as they pleased. We encouraged them to take the ride around the bend and climb the �rock� that we climbed last week. They did. Things got a little crazy tonight. Various members of the crew were getting updise down. It may have had something to do with the rum. What a great ending to a great week. They just seem to fly by one after another.

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March 7, 2008 (Friday) Neil and I spent most of the morning at the Gingerbread House Caf� working on the Internet. The rest of the group shopped and took a little tour. Then it was just a hop, skip, and a jump of a sail over to Mustique. Although it was a short sail we were all pretty tired and we all ended up napping through most of it. I was the last to fall asleep after doing a little cleaning in the galley. Before nodding off, I decided I better tie Neil to the boat. He looked as though he was about to fall overboard.

Neil dropped the group on shore to have dinner at Basil�s. We decided to stay on the boat and save some money. We had a delectable meal of mashed potatoes. What can I say, I love potatoes. I will eat them hashed, mashed, boiled, baked, shredded, fried or any which way. We went in later to join the others for a few drinks. I sat at the bar and made some skype phone calls. First to my sister Connie. Jason and Kelsi will be enroute to her home in Chicago tomorrow to spend the night and then catch their flights out early on Saturday. Next I called my friend Barbara from Des Moines. We have been friends for as long as I can remember. We love to reminisce about the mischief we used to get into as little girls, and even as big girls

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March 6, 2008 (Thursday) Over to Bequia we go. We had a rather bold black bird stop by for a visit eating banana bread off the back of the boat. After a relaxed afternoon we all hopped in the dinghy and went to shore this evening. Megan and Michael went off on their own to have a nice romantic dinner. Rebecca, Patrick, Neil and I shared a couple pizzas at a place down the shoreline. We all ended up back at the Francipani to listen to the sounds of the steel band and dance in the sand. We did not run in to any Czechoslovakians though. It was a little bit more of a subdued crowd this time around.

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March 5, 2008 (Wednesday Neil and I went in early to the Yacht Club to latch on to the wireless internet service. Our task of the day is to alert our kids that the plans have changed. We will no longer be sailing over to Barbados to meet them due to the blow out of the main. Quite frankly, the 30 hour sail over to Barbados and the return trip with our kids was bothering me. That would have been the toughest sail that Neil and I have ever done and to do it with groups that have not sailed much gave me the fear that it would not be pleasant. I was not looking forward to that at all so this is all going to turn out for the best. Both groups will have a better trip without the Barbados leg. Our only problem now is getting our kids puddle jumper tickets to get from Barbados to St. Vincent.where we will end up with this group on Saturday and puddle jumper tickets for the Rebecca group to get from St. Vincent to Barbados to pick up their return flights to the states. Whew! I e-mailed Steven to get on that mission and check out options.

We pulled up anchor and set sail with the jib for the Tabago Cays. It was a nice relaxing sail I stayed down below and worked on my laptop. There was a short 101 course on dinghy operations with Captain Neil. Michael, Megan, and the Captain all sporting pony tails. They set off to snorkel and check out the pristine beach. Neil and I stayed on YOLO and enjoyed the solitude. After they all shared a shower off the back of the boat we had a nice dinner . Don�t ask me why because I don�t know the answer but Rebecca and I decided that just in case there was a chance of rain we would have bowls on our heads to protect our pretty hair doo�s

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March 4, 2008 (Tuesday) Neil and I got up early to get the sail under way. The original plan was to head to Tobago Cays. That all changed. Neil struggled with the wind as we were trying to get away from Grenada. It was very erratic due to the peaks and mountains of the island. We passed the two cruise ships coming in and were under way when something was wrong, we looked up to see the main sail dangling from a torn halyard line about a foot from the top of the sail. After some adjustments and re-tying, and a 360, we were under sail again but not for long. We finally had a nice strong wind when we realized again that something was not right again. We both peaked out at the same time to see the main sail had blown out. A big rip mid-way up the sail. This is not good. I took the helm and tried to keep YOLO straight in to the wind while Neil hopped up to try to pull the main sail down. I will say I was very nervous with him up there while the boom thing was swinging back and forth which could knock him right over the edge at any moment but he got it done. We had one tired captain on board later today.

This where the change of plans began. Instead of heading to the Tobago Cays, we are now heading for Union Island where we will be able to get the sail repaired. It was a long day on the boat. We were sailing with just the jib but we were still heeled over pretty good most of the 12 hour sail. At one point Rebecca was sitting on the starboard side, Neil was perched in his spot at the helm and I was laying across the cooler with my head on Neil�s lap, half asleep, only to hear Neil yell �oh shit�. Next thing I know I am totally drenched. All three of us were. Neil said he saw this wall of water coming at us before he could even attempt to tell us what was about to happen.

Two of our four crew members took turns feeding their lunch to the fish off the back of the boat. We played it safe. We attached them to a safety harness while they were back there. The other two crew members really enjoyed the sail as they downed Carib�s and lay on deck. I think everybody was happy to anchor tonight. We looked and felt like a crew of crusty salty sailors when we pulled in to Clifton on Union Island around 6:00 PM. We had a lot of re-grouping to do down below. Numerous items we thought were stowed had been tossed about. We had salt water all over the place as it had splashed down the galley steps. Our cabin was a mess. Our dresser drawers (Rubbermaid tubs) had all been tossed about and we had items everywhere. I made dinner for the group because I think they were just too plain exhausted to do anything but sit back, relax, and enjoy the evening on YOLO.

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March 3, 2008 (Monday) Good morning kids. Get out of bed. The day must begin. No sleeping until noon on YOLO when the island is calling us. I had a morning walk down to St. George�s to check things out a little. St. George is built on a ridge with the sea on one side and the protected Carnage on the other. The houses are sprinkled on the hill with bright colored roof tops against a background of dark green foliage. Pretty neat sight. Neil had to spend the time getting us cleared through customs.

The taxi man picked us up at 9:30 and off we went. Up to the seven falls. We all grabbed hiking sticks and did the 30 minute hike up and down and around through the tropical forest to the base of the 7^th fall which ended with a cool babbling brook down the mountain. There was a guide there that will take people up to the top of the falls with the goal of jumping over each of the falls until you get to the base where we were. Our brother Lynny went to the top of the falls the other day when they were exploring and said the hike up there was �more exhilerrating than the jumps� because you have to climb over rocks and around steep cliffs to get there. While that sounds like a blast, Neil and I had already decided we would not do it. One wrong move and it could be the end of the trip. We could not take the risk of injury. Micheal, Megan and Patrick went off with the guide while Rebecca, Neil and I waited at the base. 30 minutes later, there they were at the top of the 6^th fall. Having jumped their way down through the prior 5 shorter falls. They felt triumphant in their accomplishment so far. Now they just have the biggest jump yet to accomplish. With some hesitation as they perched themselves out on the furthest rock and got their instructions from the guide on where to land, one by one, THEY JUMPED! It was pretty neat for Rebecca, Neil and I too, all with cameras in hand to capture the moments. Seeing them do it a big part of me wished I would have. In a different phase of my life I would have been there in a heart beat. Am I getting old???????

Back at the marina the kids went up to play pool. Rebecca went shopping in town. Neil and I got YOLO over to the fuel dock and after re-grouping we motored out and anchored in the harbor for a evening on the boat. Dinner tonight was Mexican style with nachos, rice and all the fixings.

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Good Bye Minnesota. Hello Islands

March 2, 2008 (Sunday) It was oh so sad as I hugged my brothers Mikey and Lynny goodbye on the dock at 4:30 AM. They had an early flight to catch. Back to sleep for a couple hours to wake up with the sun. Neilly and I let the serious cleaning begin. We stripped beds, washed all dishes, rearranged all cupboards, scrubbed the deck, cleaned cabins and scrubbed toilets. All in a mornings work but we got it done. YOLO is ship shape and sparkling clean. Sarah Janey and Suzanney went to the beach for the day but returned mid afternoon to say goodbye and then on to catch their late afternoon flight. Bye sisters. I will miss you. Neilly and I just might have to make a trip to Toronto some time next summer to see our sisters. Just as their taxi pulled out of the yacht club, in pulled the taxi with our next guests. Rebecca, her two sons, Patrick and Michael, and Michael�s girlfriend. Megan. Rebecca is from St. Paul and a high school classmate and good friend of Neil�s so this is a sort of reunion for them. Rebecca and I went for a walk around the bay while the younger generation went in search of some fun. I am not sure what Neil was up to. Neil, Rebecca and I shared a cocktails and appetizers on the Yacht Club deck overlooking the bay later this afternoon. The whole group ended up later that evening at the Tropicanna for some more food and fun. Neil, Rebecca and I returned to YOLO around midnight. I did not hear them but the 20 somethings returned around 3:00 AM. It was a long day with little sleep last night but a good one.

No Date because it was EVERY DAY . We have a quote from the boat. When the jib goes out, Mikey goes out! This is the only trip where we were concerned that someone may return to the states with bed sores. We took turns turning him.

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March 1, 2008 (Saturday) Wow, Can this really be? It is March already? Unbelievable! My brothers and sisters took off on a day tour of the island while Neilly and I worked on the boat. We cleaned and did laundry and took care of all of the boat duties in preparation of our next guests. Where did the two weeks with the family go? This is the last night of the 2008 McInerney family reunion. We did it up in style. We taxied on down the island to a nice restaurant called the Beach Front. Our waiters name was Kevin. Kevin is a really nice young man with a great personality and quickly seemed to gel with the McInerney�s. We liked him so much that we made the family decision to adopt him. We now have a little brother, Kevey McInerney. We had so much fun tonight and laughed so hard we nearly fell off our chairs. Kevey was so happy to be part of the family that here he comes out of the kitchen with a cake, complete with sparklers to celebrate his acceptance in to the family. It was way too cool. He really took a liking to who he referred to as Grandpa Lynny McInerney. We decided to hold the 2009 McInerney family reunion in Tahiti. Let the planning begin! It was a late night returning to YOLO. The tide had gone down considerably so being the brothers that they are, Mikey and Lynny built a walkway for their little sister Sarah Janey McInerney so she could get on YOLO with graceful style.

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February 29, 2008 (Friday) Yippee. We get a free day!!   We pulled up anchor early and headed out of the bay early just as the sun was starting to peak up over the mountain.   Some of the family sleepy heads missed the sunrise. We had the perfect down wind sail to Grenada.   It was about a 7 hour sail but it was just great one of those great sailing days. I served heaping bowls of mashed potatoes with cheese and butter mid way for our lunch. I learned very early on that one needs to have something that will stay on the spoon while in route from bowl to mouth.    In one of my early days I had attempted a bowl of cereal while under sail.   Each time I tried to get a spoonful to my mouth the flakes would fly away. Huge mess. Corn flakes everywhere. No more of that.

We got all settled in St Georges in Grenada at a marina. This is sure going to be nice to be in a marina for the first time in weeks. Neil and I got on our computers while the rest of the family went to wander the streets. I was able to get a call in to Steven, Kelsi, My Mother Bear, and my friend Deb.    I lost connection after Deb though and had to quit. And besides, the rest of my adopted sibling units were waiting for me so we could go to dinner.   Of goes the McIneerny family to the yacht club for the evening buffet. We got stuffed. We even had desert. We ended the evening with a few games of pool. Day 87 comes to a close.

February 28, 2008 (Thursday) We started the day with a tour of the island in the rental car.   It is basically a five passenger jeep but there are six of us. Neil comes up with the brilliant idea of grabbing a brick near the road to create a sixth seat in the cargo area in the back. We had to pretty much jam him in to his space and close the door.   At one of the stops Sarah had to straighten his back in to the upright position so he could walk again.

We visited the remains of the college Sarah attended. It has since gone bankrupt and the area is abandoned. Seeing it though one can gather just how neat it must have been to live there and attend classes in the open air rooms overlooking the sea. On we go around the island. It is more of a desert island but pretty in its own unique way. The road if you can call it that turned to more of a rocky trail in some points as we bounce around in our jeep hitting bottom more than once. Neil and Mike had switched places at our last beer stop so Mike got the worst of the ride. He decided his butt could no longer endure the brick seat, which by the way we tried to pad with a floor mat, so he thought laying down all curled up would be best.    But that creates a problem. How will he know what we are going by? How will he be able to picture the view?   I suggested that we could animate this for him. Every time we pass a cow, I would do the MOOOOO. When we go by goats, Neil could be the BAAA BAAAA. Suzanne would be the chicken sound that I quite frankly don�t know how to spell. Sarah would do the OOOH�s and AAAH�s when we came upon a scenic view overlooking a bay or something.   Keep in mind there are lots of animals along the way so the jeep was pretty much sounding like a farm yard most of the ride. We took turns filling in the sounds of the horse and numerous dogs we passed.    We had to look and sound like a bunch of idiots as we passed by an area near town that was basically a farm yard.   With our windows down and the jeep filled with MOOOOO,   BAAA- BAAA,   BAWK-BAWK-BAWK, BARK, BARK. Many a local stopped in the street to stare and wonder what�s up with the goofy looking Americans.

We were literally starving by the time we finally got back home and got cleaned up and to shore for dinner.    I had not eaten a thing all day and was so looking forward to my dinner. I ordered the catch of the day. Red Snapper.   Oh goody, here it comes. Plunk, she lays my plate in from of me and I have this Red Snapper starring right back at me. I prefer my fish nicely filleted. I don�t like to see the thing in its entirety looking as though it is watching me. Lynn helped me out a bit and cut the head off for me and got it in to bite size pieces but my appetite was a bit diminished after witnessing this process. Neil thanked Lynn though since he does not know how to fillet a fish.

We hop in the dinghy for the return to YOLO but not without stopping first at a floating bar in the bay.    It was rather small but just the perfect size for our �family�. Earlier in the evening we had decided to adopt each other and become brothers and sisters. We had introduced ourselves to our waitress earlier as the McIneerny�s. (that is pronounced mac-a-neer-ny)   So we have Lynny McIneerny, Neilly McIneerny, Mikey McIneerny, Colleeny McIneerny, Suzanney McIneerny, and last but not least, Sarah Janey McIneerny.   So we stop at the bar where we are the only patrons and introduced ourselves to the staff of two. They cranked the music for us, kept us supplied with beverages and joined in at times with our family fun. It was great family fun and we even posed for a few family photos. I don�t recall what time the McIneerny�s piled themselves in to the family dinghy to return to our family home to crash. What can I say? If my calculations are correct, I have been down here for 80 some days, give or take one or two and this was another good one.

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February 27, 2008 (Wednesday) Mother Nature is not cooperating. We had to dinghy to shore in the rain. Neil had the task of dealing with customs while the rest of us wandered the streets.   Mike must get confused like Suzanne does. Lynn said to Mike; �Mike why don�t you go get the dinghy off the dock and bring it down here to the same dock we used last night when we got groceries, it will be a lot closer this way and we won�t have to carry groceries all through the town.� Away goes Mike. Lynn and I trudge in and out and around to the dock in the pelting rain with our arms loaded with our goodies. Only to look over and see that Mike had tied dinghy up at the dock opposite of us.   We decide that I should guard the groceries while Lynn searches the streets for Mike.
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo. I stand there on the dock being pestered by a local who by the way was minus his teeth, wanting to sell me everything from ice, to bananas to lobster. I can see Lynn now and then on shore poking his head in to various shops. No signs of Mike until a half hour later when here comes Mike carrying two cases of beer. We switched roles. He can guard the groceries and the beer, now I will go search for Lynn who is searching for Mike.    Why don�t we use the walkie talkies that are sitting on the captain�s desk?????? Good question. The Saga continued throughout the day.
We had a short sail over to the island of Carriacou. Carriacou is noted as an island that has over a hundred rum shops but truly only one gas station on the entire island.   We dropped anchor in Hillsborough so Neil could clear us with customs. Sarah, Lynn, and I wandered the streets. Sarah and Lynn decided to rent a car and explore a little bit. This is a trip down memory lane for Sarah. She spent a year here back in 1979 completing grade 13 where she studied marine biology.   The rest of us did the short sail around the tip of the island to drop anchor in Tyrrel Bay which is our destination for the evening. Lynn and Sarah were going to catch up with us later in Tyrell. We anchored, had a few cocktails, and an appetizer waiting to see Lynn and Sarah on shore.   Hmmm, it�s been a few hours; they should be there by now.    We send Mike and Suzanne in with the dinghy to scope out the beach looking for them.   They come back a bit later without them claiming they just plain are not there.   Another hour passes.   Here is a local boat coming towards us. Is that Lynn and Sarah riding with the local? Yep, it sure is. They climb on to YOLO saying helllllloooooo, like we have been sitting on that damn beach for 3 hours waiting!!!!!!!   Suzanne, Mike, how could you miss them?    It could have been another opportunity to use the walkie talkies still sitting on the captain�s desk. It was a beautiful starry night on the boat for Neil and I while the others went to shore

February 26, 2008 (Tuesday) Pull up the anchor. Throw out the jib. We learned that we must be very careful with the terminology we use on the boat. Neil told Suzanne to �let go of the dinghy line� Well, she did just that. She tossed the entire line to the water and away floats dear beloved dinghy. I think the next command was �Mike, fetch the dinghy� Well, he did just that. He jumped in and after a vigorous unplanned swim, he returned with the dinghy line firmly held with his teeth.   Neil should have said. �Suzanne, please release the slack on the dinghy line but under no circumstances do you release the line from the cleat.
Over to Palm Island we go. Palm Island is very small and basically consists of a first class resort with lovely, tall palm trees and villas with thatched roofs. Neil and I swam in to look around a bit. We were walked along the gorgeous Casuarina Beach, one of the most beautiful beaches in the Windwards.   At one point we overstepped our bounds and had to be told to get off the exclusive resort walkway and back to the beach where low-life yacht people like us are allowed.
After a lunch on the boat we pulled up anchor again and motored right on over to the port of Clifton on Union Island.   We wandered in to check things out and after a quick pose on a cannon we all decided to get a taxi guy to take us on a short tour. We traveled on rough, rugged secondary roads past people living in shacks but also spectacular view points of the shoreline and turquoise waters below. His son road along sharing island tidbits along the way. He was a really nice kid. Our last stop was a quick pit stop at the �First and Last Bar�.

February 25, 2008 (Monday) Off we go again. We sailed over to Mayreau. We anchored in Saline Bay which has a lovely long beach. We could hear the sounds of the steel drums from the shore. We had passed within feet of the medium size cruise ship anchored outside the bay on our way in. We could see all the tourists mingling on shore. All right then, let�s go check this out. Mike, Neil and I took the dinghy in. Just as we suspected, the cruise line had taken over the beach and had their bar all set up. We learned our lesson from way back in Virgin Gorda when we encountered a cruise ship crowd. We sauntered right up to the bar and ordered a couple Tequila Sunsets pretending we were part of the group. It came complete with a pineapple slice with a cherry and one of those cute little umbrellas. As the impeccably dress waiter wandered by with the tray of cute little sandwiches and offered. We accepted. Then the fruit platter guy went by, and on and on. We have this all figured out. All we need to do is ask where the next stop is and we can arrange our schedule accordingly to take advantage again.

It was an early evening for most of us. Perhaps we over did it last night and need to recuperate. Our bodies will thank us.

February 24, 2008 (Sunday) We had to have our own church services again this Sunday since we overslept yet again. Thanking God for the beauty and splendor that we wake up to each morning and the opportunity in life to get to do this. Memories are being created here that will be with me for the rest of my life.

This is a rather small island only like 2-3 square miles so a short expedition to explore was the plan. We got an open pickup taxi to take us around. He pointed out the homes of David Bowie, Raquel Welch, the founder of Nike, Merrill Lynch, Tommy Hilfiger, and Mick Jaguar to name a few. We stopped in front of Tommy Hilfiger�s house hoping he would come out to greet us. Perhaps invite us in for a cocktail or for Sunday brunch. Instead all we got was the butler who came out to the gate and hollered at us to move on. Oh well. We tried. Too bad for Mick and Tommy. Mr. Taxi guy told us that Mick was staying with Tommy while some repairs were being done on his home just down the beach. They missed an opportunity to meet all of us. We stopped at Macaroni Beach. It was beautiful. But most of them are. This one ranks pretty high on my list so far.

Excuse me Mr. Taxi man. Will you please stop by these turtles at the edge of the road here? Our captain is intrigued and would like to hop on top. Taxi man obliged. Neil got his thrill for the day.

We ended up back at Basils. Suzanne, Sarah, Mike and Lynn had a nice lunch while the captain and I went to work. Out to the boat to get our laptops and then back in to set up office in a corner of the bar where they had wireless. That always seems to be such a chore. Mike and Lynn were able to place a couple phone calls back to the states. The timing did not work out for me to make any calls. Steven is in Boston on business and I figured Kelsi was in class or deep in to her studies. She has four tests this week. (MB is thinking of you Dolly)

There was a jazz thing going on this evening for happy hour and then we trekked up the hill again to the FireFly to meet up with Sarah and Mike who had gone up earlier to catch the sunset from above. Neil, Suzanne, Lynn and I cheated though. We got a local to give us a ride up. That is a brutal hill to climb in the darkness with flip flops as your shoes.

We had late night entertainment on the boat of which I won�t divulge on this website just in case any of us decide to ever run for office. There were swimsuits, a white frock, and a popcorn bowl involved. Use your imagination. Lots of fun and laughter.

Suzanne Davison on Mustique

February 23, 2008 (Saturday) I had to start putting the day of the week on my log because I so easily loose track of what day it is. This will help. We spent an hour this morning tidying up the boat in preparation for Suzanne�s arrival. We wanted the boat to look nice for her and then figured we can return it to its normal chaotic and messy state as soon as she is settled. We left Bequia and headed over to Mustique. Again, another perfect sunny day sailing the seas. It was a nice short trip.

Mustique is unique among the Grenadines because it is a privately owned island that has been developed as an area of holiday homes for the wealthy. Mansions with tennis courts and swimming pools sit on rolling grassy hills and long lawns stretch to sandy beaches. There are only about 90 on the whole island with only hotel, one beach bar and a few boutiques. We grabbed a mooring ball at Britannia Bay where the one and only beach bar is located. Basils. We headed in for happy hour to find Suzanne waiting for us. She caught an earlier flight that we had expected. We got her settled, fed her and thought we better check out the FireFly, a bar/restaurant on the top of the hill that we had read about. Up the hill we go and then down again. A perfect start to week two with this group.

Oh, we have heard there is a lot of ice and snow in various parts of the country. We too have had a lot of ice. We can sympathize. Please sympathize with us. It is a daily chore to go to shore for ice and try to keep it from melting. We keep ours in a cocktail glass or the cooler. After all, we don�t want anybody to slip and fall.

Oh, and last but not least�.. Happy birthday to two of my nephews. Michael Eggleston from Dallas, TX and Ryan Ristau from Lafayette, IN. Michael turns 24 today and Ryan turns (I am guessing) 28. Is that possible?

February 22, 2008 (Friday) This island does not strike me as one where there is a lot of neat hiking but I think we are a bit spoiled by some of the other islands we have visited. You only live once though and not knowing if I will ever return here we wanted to check it out. Sarah and Lynn took off in a little open sided car. Neil, Mike, and I opted to hop in an open pick up type cab for the short ride up over the island to Hope Beach which was recommended by out taxi driver. The boys entertained themselves trying to climb a coconut tree. Neither were successful so no coconuts for us. We also wandered down to a turtle sanctuary that was founded in 1995 by the Bequian King at that time for the conservation of the Hawksbill Turtle. It was kind of a small place but very interesting. There were turtles in various stages of life that they keep until they are ready to survive the open sea. Normally about 5 years. As of 2006, 800 have been released. There was a big pet turtle that was kind of cool. If you rub its back it just goes crazy. Flopping its arms and feet begging for more.
I made a quick stop at the market before returning to the boat. Does anybody else know where else you can get a salted pig tail and a snout and pick up some cement all in the same stop? Not to mention all the other good stuff.

February 21, 2008 (Thursday) We had a splendid sail over to Bequia. Perfect winds, perfect weather, perfect everything. I was actually able to stay down below and work on my laptop for a good portion of the sail even though we were heeled over pretty good. I must be getting used to the sea.

Bequia�s main harbor is Admiralty Bay with the main town, Port Elizabeth, at its head. Much of Bequia�s tourist industry is based on visiting yachts so you will find restaurants, shops and bars sprinkled along the shore line. We wanted to make a stop at this island anyway but we purposely did so on a Thursday. A hotel/restaurant/bar located on shore named the Frangipani holds their famous barbeque and �jump up� on Thursday nights. Being the �wild and crazy guys� (and gals) that we are we knew we could not miss this. It was everything we expected. We had a ball. What added to the fun was the group of

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guys we ran in to. They too were sailing around the area and we ended up pretty much taking over the dance floor as we created many new dance moves related to sailing. To name a few; At the Helm, Start the Dinghy Engine, Pull in the Jib, Crank the Winch Handle, and the list goes on. What topped it off was the guys teaching us phrases in their native language which we loudly repeated on the dance floor, trying to perfect the predominant tongue roll. We found out later what we were really saying. I sure hope there were not any other Czech�s in the crowd or there could have been circumstances beyond our control. We were just a few silly Americans, and one Canadian, enjoying yet another great experience. After returning to the boat at who knows what hour, we had to start to wonder about these guys. Were they gay? or just strange? Sarah and I decided they were not because they chose to dance with her and I over the guys. However there was a situation where there was a conga line unlike I have experienced before. As Mike put it, there was excessive thrusting and then of course there was one guy that particularly took a liking to Neil. Oh well, whatever the case, it was a hoot

February 20, 2008 We went in to Canouan this morning to check things out. The end we are on is rather laid back with not much to see. There is a very nice resort there and it is a base for the Moorings Charter Company but other than that all I saw on my walk through the village was goats and chickens. I popped in to a market. If you can call it that. See that pile over there? That is the hardware section. On your right is the clothing section. Walking back I was startled by this loud �baaa baaa� as I turn to see this little goat munching away on flowers at the edge of a cemetery.

From what I read the other end of the island is a private gated Trump resort area with an awesome golf course. I did not bring my clubs and I doubt I have the attire to go there so we will have to pass on that.

We decided to move on and set sail for the Tobago Cays. Wow is all I can say. The waters were every shade of blue, turquoise and green that one can imagine. Oh so pretty. Tobago Cays are a group of small, deserted islands protected by the sea by Horseshoe Reef. There are small beaches and clear water. We dropped anchor and all of us jumped in to snorkel and check it out. Now this is a place where one should come to get total relaxation. Other than the vendors coming along boat side to sell their goods, it was just us, neighboring boats, the ocean, the beaches, the sun, and then the stars. We sat on deck tonight under a full moon, gazing at the stars. My only complaint of the day was that it was a bit windy and it made a mess of my hair.

February 19, 2008 We left Blue Lagoon and St. Vincent this morning for a most pleasurable down wind sail to a small island named Canouan. We anchored in a beautiful bay with the Tamarind Resort Hotel off in the distance on shore. Captain Neil was a bit tired from the sail so he caught a few winks. I swam in to shore to check it out. I encountered lots of treasures so I swam back to the boat for a zip lock to gather some of them. I am swimming back and forth along shore in a few feet of water picking up pretty rocks and shells when all of a sudden I see this large object out of the corner of my mask. I was not aware that one can actually scream through a snorkel but I can attest. It is possible. This large object turned out to be Lynn. Unknowing to me he had swam in too and it just so happened neither of us saw each other and were reaching for the same treasured rock. We had to flop our bodies on shore and regroup we were laughing so hard. Next in comes Sarah and then here comes Mike swimming with a sack full of cold ones. Mike, he is always thinking. We enjoyed the small uninhibited stretch of sand that we appropriately named �TA-TA Beach�. I am not sure if I should say this but I am going to anyway. That stands for �Tuesday Afternoon, Tits and Ass� A great grilled dinner on the boat this evening brought the day to a close.

February 18, 2008 After a sunshine coffee break on deck, Sarah, Lynn, and Mike hailed a cab with a grocery list in hand. Neil had some odd jobs to tend to. Put on the new anchor rollers, rebuild some redundant �Otto� parts, etc. I had this great idea that I would go in search of Internet. The others had taken the dinghy so I packed my external hard drive and some other items in the dry bag and swam to shore. Our bible, Chris Doyle�s Sailors Guide, said I could find Internet there. The response I got from the reception desk was �it is broke� But she said if I felt I was in good enough shape I could go up the hill and around the bend to the Barefoot Charter office. They would have it. So off I go. Well the road is under construction so I had big dump trucks whizzing by with dirt and dust blowing back in my face but I continued on. I found the place only to fire up the one and only ancient PC that I could not get to boot up. Finally the gal came over and said. �it is broke� I am only telling this because I want people to know what a struggle it is to get Internet. It was a half day effort. I just wanted to check my e-mail and see what was up with Steven and Kelsi. Still determined I do the return walk and swim back out to the boat. I saw a woman on a computer in the lobby area. Hmm, they must have wireless in here but I can�t hardly swim with my laptop. I will try to pick it up from the boat. I did it! But to do so I had to stand on the bed in the front cabin with my head poking out the hatch with laptop in hand. With the bright sun I could not see the screen so I built a make shift tent over my head with a dark colored sheet. Perfect. I got a signal. Weak, but I got one.

Sarah, Lynn, and Mike returned with a load of groceries and we set out in the dinghy to go around the point and check out this cool looking �rock� we had spotted on the way in. The goal was to snorkel. This rock actually has a name. It is Fort Duvernette. What was suppose to be a snorkel trip turned out to be a barefooted climb up to the absolute tip top of this thing. After tenderly climbing the stairs with our bare feet, we found a big rock to sit on and take in the spectacular view and marvel at our accomplishment. What a way to spend a Monday afternoon. It was great. This was obviously used in war times. Near the top we came upon big old rusty cannons. It was a memorable experience but unfortunately none of us had a camera since we had to swim to the rock after tying dinghy off in the distance on a line. Oh well, you will have to take our word for it. That�s Lynn in the foreground of the picture of the rock. Looking at it, it looks miniscule but when you are in the water looking up, it is a whole different vantage point.

To top off this great day we were able to pick up Internet and I made a call first to Steven and then to Kelsi. I was as happy as could be. Everybody went to bed but I stayed up on deck talking to my Dolly for probably an hour. It was wonderful.

February 17, 2008 We missed church services. None of us were awake before 9:30. Here we go on another adventure. Sarah Stairs from Toronto. Mike Smith from Fort Dodge, IA Lynn Schultz from Johnston, IA. We got a late start leaving Wallibou Bay around noon for a nice sail down to the Blue Lagoon Marina on the North end of the island. As soon as we arrived we all jumped in the clear blue water to refresh after a somewhat exhausting last 24 hours. All rejuvenated we taxi over to Young Island Cut where we were told we could find the action. There was no action there that�s for sure. We were the only ones in each of the establishments we poked our heads in to. We ended up at the �Lime N Pub� for a much needed nice dinner. It was all hmm hmm good. We learned along the way that most places are dead on Sunday nights because it is �church night�. We decide to walk back rather than taxi. Walking along we hear music playing and right there outside a small building along the street are a bunch of locals having Karaoke. I am not sure what you would call this place. On one wall was a bar; along another was a wall of miscellaneous grocery type items. Pretty primitive. Obviously a hang out for locals all having a good time. We were definitely standouts as the minority but they were very friendly towards us. Mike decides to put in his request to sing a song. So out in the street where the lyrics are projected on the wall, Bill, (oops I mean Mike) sings a song for the group. He chose... "I am Going to Hire a Wino To Decorate our Home"

Lynn and Neil got their work out on the return carrying the case of beer we managed to buy with the promise that we would return the case the next day. Another nice day.

February 16, 2008 After yesterdays sail we were both worn out and beat up and as we went to sleep Neil said to me �it sure is going to be nice to get a good nights sleep� I couldn�t agree more. He was out like a light and I was right behind him. That is until about midnight.

Once in a while when the boat is rolling the mast swings ever so slightly, it makes this obnoxious SQUEAK SQUEAK noise. Today when we tied up it was different than we have done before. We hooked the bow to a mooring ball and used a stern line tied to a big pillar near the shore. I suppose it is because of the small size of the bay and the potential for swells and swing boats. We were very secure and pretty stable. I was woke up around midnight to the squeaking. Hmm, that�s odd, because of the way we were tied, there should not have been any rolling, nor squeaking. Then I hear a definite kind of distant �knock knock knock�. It was kind of like someone was knocking on our door yet maybe it was the people on boat next door doing something. Here it comes again. Nope, that is someone trying to get our attention. I got Neil to come out of his comatose type sleep. �Neil, Neil, someone is out there� I did not say it but I had these little thoughts of the pirate stories dancing in my mind. He goes up to check it out. Houston, we have a problem. The stern line had come loose from the pillar and we had done a full swing around and were holding by the mooring ball. The guy in the neighboring catamaran is out there in his dinghy. We have no clue how he knew we were loose. But he is there to help. Neil quickly determined that it was not our knot that came loose; it was the knot at the pillar that the service guy from the bay had tied. I tied up some bumpers quick just in case we needed them during our repositioning and relocated the dinghy to the front of the boat. Meanwhile Neil is working with French speaking catamaran neighbor pulling YOLO back around with both our engine and the assistance of Mr. Dinghy. He got the line around the pillar and Neil secured YOLO tightly once again. Whew, what was that all about? The line was not cut. It either came loose or as purposely un-tied. We think it was the latter two since it had held us tight since we tied up at 3:00 PM and it was now 1:00 AM. We surmised it must have been a prank on a Friday night by some locals. Maybe the one I did not buy bananas from earlier today? Who knows? Back to bed we go. I still can�t sleep though because I kept thinking of the knot I tied in my hurry to re-locate the dinghy. I would sure hate to see dinghy float to sea. Up I go to check my knot. It looked pretty good but just to please myself, I re-tied it. Now I can sleep knowing there is no way that knot is coming loose.

We wanted to stock up some basics before the group arrived and were told there was a little market �just up the hill�. Just up the hill ended up being up the hill and then down a hill and up another and after asking several locals we found the little market some 2+ miles later. What we saw on the way though was an experience in itself. It is Saturday here and all the locals are hanging around the streets and their homes. Little kids playing in the street. Dogs everywhere, chickens too. A goat now and then. It was really an eye opener how people live here. They literally live in shacks. The nicer shacks have a tin roof with rocks on the top to keep it on; others just have various chucks of board nailed on. But they are all friendly and seem to be enjoying life.

Sarah was the first to arrive around 5:30. Lynn and Mike rocked the boat around midnight. Of course everybody being excited, it was a late one. Or early one I should say. I went down to my cabin around 2:00 AM. None of the boys remember when they came down.

February 15, 2008 This morning came way too early. We got up in the darkness and set sail. We were out of the bay around 6:00 AM for the somewhat long sail to St. Vincent. The first couple hours were smooth with hardly any wind as we sailed down around the end of St. Lucia. Neil had reefed the main thinking we were going to have a high wind day. We had both the main and the jib up trying to find the wind. Somewhere in that period Neil decided to take the reef out of the main, hoping to pick up some speed. We go on a bit longer when all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. We got what we were hoping for. WIND! I guess we asked for too much. Oh how we wished the main was still reefed. I sailed for probably just an hour while Neil rested and don�t think I was doing too badly but I was having a heck of a time staying on course without luffing the sails. Normally I don�t think I would have had any problems but we were experiencing some rather large swells and the wind was shifting. That makes it rather difficult to maintain the course line while fighting with the boat because it wants to go the opposite way. Once I get in that situation where my weeny arms and basically my entire body is getting a work out with the steering and I am constantly having to focus on the compass, then the GPS, I start to get a little dizzy. It works better for me to find a point in the distance and steer towards it rather than use the instruments constantly and only using them periodically to make sure I am on course. I could not do that today. There was a squall coming and I could not even see any of St. Vincent, my target. Neil decided to pull in the jib rather than get beat up any longer. What a world of difference that made. Now I could handle it. He lay back down. However once a queasy feeling has set in, it is very difficult under sail to get rid of the feeling. So even though it was smoother, the queasy turned to �uh-oh� I might lose last nights dinner�. I hated to do it because I wanted to get through this but I just couldn�t go any longer. I had to ask Neil take back over. I went below to lie down. Right about then the squall hit. Pounding rain and rough waters. It literally poured cats and dogs. I peaked up now and then to see Neil at the helm with a light red rain jacket on with a towel wrapped around his neck trying to keep the water from flowing in his jacket. First he was pelted with horizontal rain, then a nice big splash of salty sea water, then a rinse of fresh. Over and over. Meanwhile, I am down below thinking the boat was going to fall apart as we pounded through it. It is a whole different feeling being below in rough seas when you hear the noises than when up on deck I whimped out and opted to stay below and be at least dry. Now and then various items that we thought were properly stowed would go flying by. I knew it was a good one when a wave came over and sea water splashed down the steps in to the galley. I felt like a wimp down here in the dry while Neil struggled with Mother Nature. I did venture up when it calmed after a couple hours to offer Neil some cheese and crackers. Wasn�t that nice of me?

Once again, Captain Neil to the rescue. We pulled in to Wallabou Bay on St. Vincent around 3:00 PM in the clouds and constant drizzle. Everything was sopping wet. This bay is one of the sites where Pirates of the Caribbean were shot so many of the sets are still in place. It is a very rustic, laid back place. We got all tied up and met the nice people on the next to us. Sam and Betsy. Sam is the Captain and Betsy is currently or temporarily the chef and on his boat. We ended up going in to customs together and shared a couple drinks and some sailing stories as it seemed we had a lot in common. We had a really nice visit and will plan to follow their travels.

February 14, 2008 We stowed everything quickly and headed out for a nice short sail on down the island to Marigot Bay. This is a very nice bay with a few nice restaurants, bars, and a nice shopping area. Yet it does not feel highly commercialized in the least. More quaint and quiet although there were a couple large mega yachts anchored there. We tied up on a mooring with the assistance of a �dock boy�. This is another one of those places where they come out to greet you before you even get in the bay, all wanting your money for one thing or another. Once tied up, several of the boats converged and pulled up along side trying to sell their goods. They offer to get you local vegetables, fruit, or their crafts. I try to very nicely turn them down and most of the time they will go away.

One of the guys seemed particularly friendly so I bought a couple items. He said he had large ripe tomatoes. So I said I would take two. He went on to say how he hand makes these rock/shell turtle things. They are his life and his way of living you see. Ok, fine, I will take a small turtle too. As he pulled two of the �large� ripe tomatoes I determined that he has never seen a fresh garden tomato. So much for the BLT�s. Perhaps I can get a few slices on a salad instead. $30 EC (Eastern Caribbean) dollars later I have these items that I never really wanted in the first place. That sounds like a lot but it is really only about $10 US dollars.

We went in to the shops and wandered about and got a t-shirt or two and a couple little souvenirs. It was in one shop that the young sales girl asked where we were headed next. We told her St. Vincent was our next stop. She shared the story of a boat that was on St. Vincent a couple months ago. Some guys, (I don�t think they were pirates) came on board with machetes and guns and robbed them. Oh great, just what I needed to hear. They left the couple alive but took all of their valuables.

We had nice relaxing afternoon and a swim. This evening my sweetheart Neil took me out for Valentines dinner. We had drinks and dinner at Doolittles. Over our pre-dinner drinks we met a couple from New York and had nice conversation. We have really enjoyed meeting other people from all over the place. We followed that a delicious dinner. We had Caribbean Crab Soup, Juliette Grilled Seafood Kabobs (shrimp, scallops, calamari, fresh fish and red and yellow peppers) Coconut Rice and a variety of fresh local vegetables. Hmm hmm good.

We are not normally desert eaters but we decided to go for it. I had the Cassanova Cherry Cheesecake. Neil opted for the Food of Love Death by Chocolate Cake. As we headed back to the boat we heard music coming from down the shore at an establishment so we figured we better check it out. We found a band playing and a lively group dancing and having fun. We stopped to join in on the fun. We are not sure when we got back to the boat but we think it was shortly after mid night. Thank you to my Valentine, Neilly, for a wonderful day.

February 13, 2008 Lets explore this island a bit. St. Lucia is the largest of the English speaking Windwards. It is mountainous with lush with foliage over much of it. There are numerous beautiful white sand beaches scattered around the island�s edge. Tropical rain forests cover the steep slopes. The coastal edges of the island are more cultivated agricultural areas. I read somewhere that the Soufriere volcano and the Pitons are outstanding but we did not venture that far today. We plan to fully explore this island when our kids join us 24 days so today we just wanted to get a feel for it.

We got in our little rental car and headed out. It was just a bit on the white knuckle side of a ride. This was Neil�s first experience driving a car with a left driver side on the left side of the road going around hair pin curves with cars and buses flying by on the other side of the road. He kept muttering to him self �stay left, stay left� I just hung on tightly while peering out my window to the sheer drop off cliffs whizzing by on my side as we headed up and around the mountains. We discovered early on just how large this island is and that our plan to drive around it just was not going to happen. We went up and over and around the villages of Castries, Anse La Raye, and Canaries before deciding to stop at Soufriere for a nice lunch at a sea side bar and grill. We made a stop in Marigot Bay on the return ride to our home in Marin. We decided after checking things out that Marigot would be our home for tomorrow night.

We spent the evening on the boat in a slip across from a group of 8-10 French men and woman. It was very obvious they were having a really good time. We so much wanted to join in on their conversation or even have a clue what was all so funny but we sat there listening and basically clueless. My decision to try master the French language is increasing

February 12, 2008 I had a nice swim this morning out in the bay. I went around the boat ten times doing my various strokes trying to burn off some of this �vacation� flab but I am not sure it is working because I turn right around and fill the day with food, beverages, and laying around in the sun. Oh well. I might just have to wait until I get home and can go through therapy.

We decided to relocate today. We motored in through the channel and got a slip in the Marin Yacht Harbor. Oh it feels good to be stable on land. It has been probably three � four weeks since we have been in a marina. I don�t mind rolling around in the bay but this is sure nice for a change. We spent a few hours cleaning today. It was time to get things ship shape. Since our last guests left us over a week ago we have pretty much cluttered the place with all of our belongings here and there and all over the boat. We kind of act like we own the place. I labored down below sweating because the hatches were all closed since Neil had the task of playing in the refreshing cool water up above on the deck with the hose. He said he was cleaning it. He even got the broom out at one point to make it look real. Kidding aside, it was a mess with a nice layer of salt and sea water.

I did some wandering today over across the street and through the numerous shops. Neil was looking for various boat parts at the well stocked chandlery. He came back with a couple bags of highly expensive little gadgets and commented it was a successful mission. I topped off the day with a �real� shower in a �real� bathroom with �real� warm water.

Look, Look, Over there!!!!

Steven and Kelsi In later years they would not even pose for me. They would ignore me and my camera at times. It has been noted that I take a lot of pictures. Here they are admiring something in the city of Chicago. The picture was taken off of the balcony of my sister Connie�s condo. River Bend looking down the river in the windy city. Awesome view. Awesome place. Awesome times we have had while visiting there. Maybe a story for another day.

February 11, 2008 The alarm just went off. The alarm is the sun coming through the hatch. I was laying there trying to figure out what day it was. I ultimately decided to check the calendar that I picked up in Antigua earlier on. Yep, this is a Monday. I like Mondays. And Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and Thursdays, Fridays, and even Saturday and Sunday�s.

Neil just popped in to shore to check us through customs. I stayed back planning to do some swimming in the morning sun. A boat from Sparkles Laundry just pulled along side. We gathered up all the towels and linens and tossed them in his wooden boat. $10 per load, to be returned in the morning with an ocean breeze scent, fresh and nicely folded. I already did our personal laundry this morning in a bucket off the back of the boat. It is all hung out to dry.

We wandered in to the marina later this afternoon. We checked out a few shops, shared a salad, a couple beers for happy hour and back to the boat for another sunset. Popcorn and a few episodes of �Office� was our entertainment again tonight.

February 10, 2008 There is a first time for everything. I had one today. I needed to go in and get on the Internet to order some sandals. Neil had little jobs to do on the boat so we decide I just go in by myself. Woo-wee, away I go weaving between the other boats in the rather crowded bay to the dinghy dock at the yacht harbor. I tie what I believe to be an impeccably perfect knot. Neil was concerned about my abilities before I left and stressed that I make sure I have a good knot. Men must think alike. After tying up and as I am about to head up the dock, a French guy walks up and says something that I do not understand. I say back �parley voo ohngleh?� Meaning, do you speak English? He says back �little. me check your knot?� I say �oui�. (yes) He bends down and looks over the edge to examine my knot. With a somewhat surprised look on his face he says �good knot�. I say back �merci�. Meaning thank you French and walk away rather proud of myself. When I returned to the boat Neil was waiting on the stern. I get out and tie up all by myself again and Neil congratulates me on a job well done but then he wrecks it by saying �did a man have to help you at the dock?� Of course not, I know he was just joking with me.

We left Martinique 11:00 AM to sail over to St. Lucia. Neil had the main sail reefed because of the rather windy day. His initial thought was to just sail the main because we were doing over six knots with it. After an hour or so, he decided we should put up the jib. We shaved an hour off of our ETA by doing so. What a gorgeous day. The seas were kind of big with swells of 10-15 feet but it was just one of those days where it feels good and we were sailing along having a swell time. All of a sudden Neil yells LOOK!!!!!!!!!!! I was perched on the Starboard side and he on the Port and could not see what exactly it was I was suppose to look at since we were heeled over. I jumped up and looked out his side. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! It was the most incredible sight. It was a wall of dolphins. They were coming right at us. All in uniform as they jumped out of the water before their tails dipped back in. We looked around. There were dolphins everywhere. Behind us, in front of us and at our side. I have never seen anything like it. I am truly not exaggerating, there had to be a hundred dolphins. It was a short lived moment. I thought they might sail along side of us as they often do but it was evident they were on a mission. We were so lucky to cross paths in the sea and experience the moment. WOW is all I could say. I did manage to grab my camera and was attempting to shoot some video clips but I did not want to miss this magical moment. What I captured was just the sounds of Neil and I turning every which way to yelling look, look, look, they are here and there and everywhere.

What a great day. We anchored in Rodney�s Bay in St. Lucia. It looks like a neat place. We went in to shore this evening to check things out. We confirmed that this was a good spot. After wandering we went back to the boat and had a �Colleen Creation� I think it was a shrimp, rice, veggie stir fry with a side of toasted baguette. Hmm hmm good.

February 9, 2008 Just another day. We are simply enjoying ourselves anchored out here in the bay and decided to pass on renting a car and exploring Martinique any further. It is kind of nice just to kick back and do nothing in particular. We did decide to spend the afternoon around the bend at a beach we spotted on the map. Neil, with his GPS technology never far from his reach, calculated it to be five miles away. We traveled more than two of those miles in the high speed dinghy and then set out on the trail for the remaining 2 miles. It was a beautiful beach. I had packed a little lunch so we had that and soaked up some rays. Thanks to Phyllis the hike was just fine for me wearing the Teva�s she left behind.

It was a heck of a ride on the return. I got pretty banged up trying to get a firm body hold as we bounced through the waves in the now high speed dinghy. It reminded me of the time we were in Lake of the Ozarks in 2002. We had the toy boat (Seadoo) and went down to party cove for the day. As we left the channel to head back to our home for the night it was very evident that our toy boat was a dwarf compared to the speed boats passing by and the current and the waves. We were being tossed back and forth. After some experimenting we decided that planting our feet and keeping our butts off the seat and going as fast as we could would be the best. We did this for miles. The sun was setting. All the coves starting to look the same. Where was our marker? We rounded a bend and there was a big bridge over the river. I said to Neil �we did not go under a bridge on our way� ???? We ponder the thought and decide we better find out what�s up. We go a little further and see a marina so we pull in there. The guy looks at us. We had to look a bit haggard with our wind whipped hair and party beads around our necks. He gets a map to point out our location. Whoops, we had made a wrong turn coming out of party cove. We were entirely the wrong direction. So we turn around and the journey continues mile after mile until we find our cove in the darkness and re-join our friends. Neil calculated later that the toy boat had gone 90 miles that day! What a day!

February 8, 2008 Happy Birthday Tim! Today is my brother Tim�s birthday and if my calculations are correct, it is the BIG 50! Tim is #2 and lives in the Joplin, Missouri area. It is also my nephew�s birthday. Randy Ristau from Lafayette, Indiana is celebrating his 22^nd. Speaking of birthdays, I forgot. Another nephew, Jonathan Lackore turned 13 on February 5^th. Welcome sister Diane to having teenagers. Actually those were good years for my now twenty something Sam and Dolly. (Steven and Kelsi) There were some ups and downs but for the most part they were typical teenagers and I am a proud mother. We are all on another chapter in life now but I will never forget those pages. On any given evening I could wander out to the kitchen only to find by the door, 5, 10, 15, or sometimes 20 pairs of shoes on the rug and hear the laughter, comrodery and who knows what else going on in the family room below. Memories of 603 SE 3^{rd and years gone by.}.

Neil and I have just sort of been relaxing and not worrying too much about anything this week. We dinghy over to the beach by Club Med and grabbed a lounger. Whoops, stop and read the signs. We recognize the word �DANGER� but what about the rest? Oh, I get it. Beware of falling coconuts. Who would have thought? No that is not actually Listerine Neil is sipping. That is a bottle we turned in to a travel cup.

Oh, and one more thing. Congratulations to Matt and Alaina (Struthers) Peterson! They got married today in the Bahamas. I wish I could have been there. Matthew is the son of Deb, one of my best friends. I am little Matthew�s god mother. Matthew is now 24. How did that happen?

February 7, 2008 We are still hanging around Martinique. The stress we go through some days is almost too much. Yesterday I had to pack my laptop in a large zip-lock, secure it in my pack back, put on a rain jacket on over the top and get in the dinghy in the pelting rain to head in to the Internet. We sat there with probably 20 or so others all with our notebooks open working away. There were two different occasions where the waitress did not even notice that our glasses were empty and I had to actually get up and go to the bar myself to get two more for Neil and I. I got some e-mails out of the way then I had to work on my income taxes. No fun. I am on vacation. I should not have to concentrate on something as mundane as income taxes. The only driving force was the nagging reminder in my mind that I do not have an income so I best get them done and maybe get a refund from Uncle Sam.
Back to the boat we went only to find Monkey and Bear sitting on the back of the boat with my swim ring out, sitting in the sandal waiting for us. This means only one thing��.they want to go swimming. They love the sandal Roger left behind. It makes the perfect water flotation device. Anyway, they have not been on the best of terms since the group left last Sunday. Monkey is still struggling with the fact that Bear was spotted coming out of Doug�s room on two or three different mornings throughout the two week trip. Doug swears they are just friends and nothing happened. We will see what the future holds. They were both begging me to take them swimming. It was not exactly what I had planned but I obliged just to avoid the whining. The trade off though was that I asked them to please poise for a picture off the back of the boat.. Again, more stress trying to get Monkey and Bear to sit still for a picture. This reminds me vividly of Steven and Kelsi. I was always dressing them up and trying to get a nice picture. I would try to make those funny noises that are suppose to get children to smile and I would go through all sorts of antics but they would just stare back at me making faces of their own.

Let�s top off this stressful day in the Caribbean, The breeze picked up as Neil and I sat on the deck talking and looking at stars. The temperature was a balmy 80 but the darn wind chill factor had to be about 72. I had to get up, trudge all the way back to the galley to grab a beach towel to wrap around me. Only to find out after getting clear back up on deck that I grabbed one that had been on the beach. It was sandy and salty.

February 5, 2008 My task of the day was to pick up a few things at a grocery store. After some walking around I found a rather modern, larger store than we have experienced in the last couple weeks. They even had carts!!!!!! Now the task begins. We are back in French teritory in Martinique after the short reprieve we had in English speaking Dominica. I can't read any labels. Nobody speaks English. I am surrounded my French speaking people. Unless the item has a picture I am basically screwed. My first isle. Lets get some beer. If this can had not had the picture I would have thought it was a lemon lime soda. Lets hope it really is a beer. On to the dairy section for some sour cream and shredded cheese. Now these little boxes say 'creme' so I think I am on the right track. However, last week I thought the same thing and opened up a little box only to find that I had purchased heavy whipping creme. And on another occasion I ended up with cream chesse so one can never tell just because it says 'creme' . But again, based off of the picture on the little boxes I am going to guess it is sour cream but on the other hand, I have never put sour cream on asparagus spears so who knows. It is really helpful if the package is see-through. It looks like shredded cheese and there is a cow on the package so I am feeling pretty confident. It is cheese, I just don't have a clue what kind. We are going to pretend it is parmesan whether it is or not.

We grilled on the boat this eveing and then headed in to check out the action and have a couple cocktails. We actually ran in to a group of Americans. How nice it was to be able to carry on a conversation. Back to YOLO early enough to watch a couple episodes of "Office" before crashing for the night beneath the stars with our hatches wide open and the warm breeze blowing..

February 4, 2008 Whew! Feeling rather crusty, salty and plain worn out, we arrived the Marin Yacht Harbor on the Southern tip of Martinique after a 20 hour sail. We had to anchor out in the bay among hundreds of other boats because the 600 slips in the marina were already taken. We both wanted to get on a dock so much but that�s the way it goes. Apparently there is a Regatta taking place this week. This place is huge. It is the biggest marina I have ever seen. We went in to wander around a bit and get the lay of the land. We shared a smoked salmon pizza at a water side restaurant, along with a couple cocktails and headed back to the boat for a nice quiet evening with a movie and popcorn in the spacious front cabin.

February 3, 2008 It was a sad moment to hug our good friends goodbye this morning at 6:00 AM to catch their flight. We spent 17 awesome days together. Where did it go? It seems just like yesterday that we sat on the park bench in Antigua awaiting their arrival. What a great trip and a great time. Memories that will last forever. I will quote Doug�s phrase from the YOLO flag. The special flag that everybody signs as they depart ship

There are good ships.

There are wood ships.

There are ships that sail the Caribbean

But the best ships are the friend ships I have made on YOLO.

Neil and spent the day just kind of lounging and catching up after the 17 days of non-stop brutal party and activity action our friends put us through. We decided late afternoon to hit the seas for Martinique. I made a quick last minute phone call to my PU�s (parental units) while we still had Internet and away we went. Motored out of the bay at 5:00 PM, put up the sails and we are off. The wind was a bit sporadic and the seas kind of big. Neil had the jib up, and then down, then up again. Tighten the main, loosen the main. The wind just kept shifting on us through the night. I went down below to find some sort of position in the play pen (the galley with the table down) and get some rest. I was pretty much flopped around down there through the night as we pounded through the waves. Neil mastered the sails and got a couple winks on the cushions above.

February 2, 2008 Ground Hog Day. We did not see Carole�s shadow when she emerged from her hatch so I am assuming winter will be short. I sure hope so for the sake of family and friends in Iowa and other cold climates. I have determined that I do not like the cold at all. I might have to find a warmer climate to live in.

I forgot to mention earlier that Flipper, as we refer to Carole because she has a knack for imitating dolphin sounds, is also an avid conch shell hunter. She has been snorkeling and diving down to fetch conch shells. She and Doug found several but she is truly the conch shell queen. We had a ceremonial toss of conchs this morning of the ones that did not fit the criteria to get to be packed and go live in Iowa on a shell some

We had a bit of a comical evening tonight Neil finally got Skype established and we are now able to make calls via his computer to anywhere in the world for like two cents a minute. It works perfectly when we pick up wireless. I was able to reach Steven and Kelsi and catch up after almost 50 days. It was great to hear them and talk to them. This evening Neil set up the �phone booth� right there on top of the stove and we all took turns making calls. Insert a dime in the tin can on the counter and start talking. It is clear as a bell. It is actually clearer than most cell phone connections. It is �way cool�. It was so cool that we ended up taking turns calling everybody we knew just for the fun of it. Singing songs and acting like tourists in the Caribbean. Fun. Fun. Fun. Dinner this evening was not exactly as planned since Carole, Phyllis, and I failed to get fresh seafood at the market I the town square this morning. We saw fresh seafood as they were whacking the heads of very large tuna�s and other fish but we decided to have that be our last purchase before heading to the boat. Mistake. It was gone by the time we were ready to head back and we did not want to wait for the next boat load to come in. We reverted to plan B. It was a gourmet meal on the boat put together by Carole, Phyllis and myself. �Goatless Succotash� accompanied by �Goatless Jambalaya�. This is not a joke. That is truly what we created. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm. It was delicious. Please don�t ask for the recipe because it is a secret.

February 1, 2008 Well, Being tourists of sorts, it is off on another tour. The guide picked us up at the boat at 8:00 AM. Today was Ti Tu Gorge for starters. Up up up we went, around hair pin curves and cliffs on either side. Ken is quite the driver tooting his horn around every corner to the other side of the island of Dominica. We walked up a trail to come out at a gorge where we hopped in the water and swam through a narrow tunnel of the gorge to a small waterfall coming through the rocks. We were able to perch ourselves in the water at the base of the little fall and experience an au natural back massage with the water pounding our backs through the fall. A great wet experience. Allright now lets check out some bigger water falls. Up the mountain we went to Trafalgar Falls. Again �way cool� we walked the trail to the boulders at the base of the falls, one on either side. At the base of one of the falls there are little pools of hot springs. We soaked ourselves in the natural hot tubs after our day of hiking. We ended up at the Big Papa�s tonight for a nice dinner. We just so happened to run in to Ken our tour guide in the bar. Another nice day in paradise comes to a close..

January 31, 2008 Another early morning for us. We arranged to have a tour guide pick us up this morning in his boat at 6:00 AM and take us to shore to meet our guide for the day. Ken is his name. The tour of the day was the Syndicate Forest and Melton Falls. We started off in Ken�s van only to run out of gas 10 minutes later on our way up the mountain. We took advantage of the situation while waiting for help by walking up and down the mountain road for morning exercise. The goal of the morning was to get high in the hills to see the parrots. Because of the late arrival of the guide and running out of gas we were too late to see many parrots. They only come out in the early morning before the sun. We did get to see a couple though before heading in to the forest with Ken the Tour Guide. Neilly is truly falling in to form as a true tourist. Camera in one hand, binoculars in the other. It was a great tour. It was very interesting as he explained everything along the route about the trees, plants and the culture of the island. Since I am on island time I really don�t have time to share much right now but maybe later when I am not on such a tight schedule and the sun is not calling. We posed by the roots of a Chatannye Ti Fey tree momentarily. The really cool thing about this island though is the many plants they have. It is amazing. Here is the short list of what we saw growing on this beautiful island. Grapefruit, oranges, pineapple, papaya, coconut, banana, cinnamon trees, ginger root, raspberry, coffee beans, coco bean trees, lettuce, sugar cane, and to top it off, pumpkins. They were hanging from the trees. Of course they don�t grow on trees but the vines grow up the trees and there are literally pumpkins hanging from a tree. And everywhere you look there are goats, cows and chickens. We ended the tour at Melton water falls after hiking around and crossing the river at two different points. It truly was a great experience and mainly because of the knowledge that Ken shared with us about the island. Lunch was served at the Purple Turtle Restaurant on shore. Phyllis and Carole, how about the goat lunch? Hey, how about a late afternoon tour since the early morning tour was so great. Alexis picked us up at 2:30 and we headed up the Indian River. Alexis rowing us all the way in his wooden boat. He rowed us up the river sharing more island information along the way. It was �way cool.� Though the thick foliage up the river with flowers adorning the banks. Impatients, a favorite flower of mine, spew out of the banks and rocks naturally. It is just so pretty. Again, undescriable. the flowers and plants on this island that I have taken hundreds of pictures of. We stopped at a quaint little bar restaurant along the way where we had a drink called the �dynamite� and wandered the beautiful gardens. Banana trees here and there.

January 30, 2008 Morning came early today. Like at 2:30 AM. Not by plan though. A squall was coming through and the winds were picking up in the previously calm bay. I could feel the boat shifting but oh well, it happens all the time. Lets just sleep. Boom! It was VERY evident that we had hit something. Neil and I both shot up and raced for the deck. Roger was right behind. There we were, bumping in to another boat similar to our size. Neil goes for the engine, Roger and I try to hold the rail and push off of the other boat. But the funny part was when Roger finally looks up to find himself face to face and inches away from the breasts of a naked French woman on the other boat trying to keep us apart. He was immediately mesmerized and I was on my own trying to keep the boats apart until Roger came to. What a sight in the darkness of the night. I wish I could have got the look on his face on film. We decided to pull up anchor and relocate in the dark and the rain with the assistance of a flashlight. Every boat in the entire bay had shifted in the bay that we had read is often somewhat like a wind tunnel. Neil had to deal with the other boat people thee next morning as they dinghy�ed over to ask us why �we attacked them in the night�. I imagine he will reference this in his log so I won�t go any further. We set sail for Dominica for a six hour tour, a six hour tour. Another great sailing day. We anchored in Portsmouth on Dominica. It was just another fun night on the boat tonight. Neil was trying to do the dishes following dinner but Doug and Roger kept pestering him via the hatches in the galley. Everybody was having a swell time. We all sat on deck again star gazing and playing �jack in the Box� Carole was the jack in the box and kept poking up out of the front hatch. Too funny! I guess maybe you had to be here.

January 29, 2008 As Roger referred to us�..�Hells Angel�s, Carribean Style� We all took off on scooters to check out the island some more. Marie Galante is a rather flat island so it is great for scootering and the traffic is minimal most of the time so you don�t have to fear for your life. It was rolling hills of country side with beautiful beaches scattered here and there. But the ultimate find of the day today was a look out point off the beaten path. Phyllis had spotted it on the map and guided us to the turn. Down the dirt road we went and encountered this sign. Again, not knowing French we are not exactly sure what it says but there is one word we do recognize. DANGER. Hmmm, I think the trail is closed and we are not suppose to go any further. Wonder why? Our curiosity builds. We decide we better check it out any way and if someone finds us we will plead ignorance that we can�t read French. We park our scooters and trek down the path to see whats up. WOW! We came to a cliff with an overlook to the absolute blueish, turquoise water I have ever seen. It was beautiful. It is another one of those cases where pictures do not do it justice. Absolutely beautiful with waves crashing below. We stood at the lookout point taking in the view and then hiked a bit further to look back and realize why we are not suppose to be there. It appears that huge chunks of earth are randomly falling to the sea. It was a titch scary knowing that at any time the earth could decide to crumble beneath us so we headed back to continue our journey. As we scootered around the island with sugar cane growing all around we came to our next stop, a rum distillerie. It was interesting to see the processes they go through. We tasted several of the many different kinds of rums, purchased some bottles to go and continued on. We ended up in a village on the other side of the island. Again, another beautiful beach but different than the one that Neil and I found yesterday as this one was much more populated but a really nice mile long beach.with palm trees all along it. The rest of the group took off to snorkel the reef. Neil and I decided to have a nice little lunch at a caf� on the beach. We probably looked pretty stupid as we sat there contemplating the menu. Should we have the Langouste, the Blanc De Poulet, Brochetts, or maybe the Bord de Mer? We saw delicious looking platters coming from the kitchen but just did not know how to order something. There was only one thing I could read and that was �Hamburg & Frites� It must be universal. So guess what we had? Hamburg and Frites. We did get an a conch type appetizer though by pointing to the platter on the table next to us. It looked quite tasty. It was. Oh, we did mess up one thing. We tried to order a rhum punch. Again not getting our point across. The waitress very broken said �lime�? We said �sure� We got a tiny little glass with straight rhum and a lime floating in it. Now if that doesn�t make you pucker nothing will.

Alert!   Alert!
There is shitty weather somewhere!
Where is it? Certainly not here.
Sunny and 80's.

January 28, 2008 We woke up this morning anchored in the bay of Saint-Louis on Marie Galante. Marie Galante is the perfect spot to wind down and have a good chunk of a perfect Caribbean beach to yourself which is exactly what Neil and I did today. We were going to rent mountain bikes but decided instead to walk the two miles to a beach we saw on a map. It was beautiful beach about a half mile long and we pretty much had it to ourselves. The pictures�. One looking one direction and then the other. Today was a day where we all spent time exploring in different directions.. Neil and I tend to be drawn towards the beaches more so than museums, distilleries, and historical sites. Although some of those are very interesting. Phyllis and Doug discovered a distillerie in action today via a scooter ride. We just might have to check that out tomorrow. Phyllis whipped up a batch of pain killer drinks tonight and we all sat on the bow star gazing, telling stories and feeling no pain.

January 27, 2008 Les Saintes, scent of the ocean and easy living. This is an irresistible group of islands. Actually a stop at this island was not in the plan but we heard about it while in Guadaloupe. What a find. We liked it so much that Neil and I definitely want to make a stop here on our return. As I mentioned in yesterday�s log, we had to spend time �working� on the Internet. It really is �work� some days to sit in the caf� sipping a Heinekin updating our logs. We enjoyed a beer with Phyllis and Roger after spending some time on a beach. Good bye to Les Saintes as we set sail today for the island of Marie Galante. It was the perfect sail for us to all be scattered here and there up on the deck, taking in the rays, the splash of the sea and the beat of the island music in the back ground. Upon our arrival we could hear the distinctive beat of drums and music coming from the streets of Saint-Louis. After a nice dinner on the boat we piled in the dinghy to go check it out. We found the locals celebrating a �Carnival�. This is an event where they all dress up in various and somewhat bizarre costumes and parade through the streets, beating on their drums and blowing their horns. We ended up on the town square where the dancing began. It was a neat experience. Of course we are always being faced with the dilemma that none of us understand, nor can read French. We understood the word �toilettes� though. I think Doug was next in line. It was a group effort. Carole listens intently to see how close Roger is to coming out while Phyllis gets out the coins and all Doug has to do is figure out where to put them when it is his turn.

January 26, 2008 Neil and I are located in an Internet Caf�. We luckily were able to take our laptops in and get on. Unlike yesterdays experience on Guadaloupe where we found a caf�. Thinking we were going to connect. Not the case. The keyboards are French and they move the keys around so it was almost impossible to type. We all had quite the struggle on that island communicating. It is ENTIRELY French. Unlike St. Barths where you might find and English speaking person. I did not find any on Guadaloupe. Absolutely everything is French. It was on this island though that after 46 days, I was able to get my point across to a French guy that I wanted a phone card and after about an hour struggle, I was able to connect to the US. I tried both Steven and Kelsi but unfortunately got their voice mail. That was enough for the moment. Just to hear their voices as I got teary just hearing them. I keep trying. I will explain briefly the pictures in no particular order. A French Phone and the rest as we were under sail on our way to and island which is a part of the chain of Les Saintes off the Southern tip of Guadaloupe. I might mention we are so fortunate that dear friend Phyllis on board is a licensed massage therapist. The one of Neil and I�. well I am enjoying a foot massage after the day of hiking explaining the smile on my face. And then there is Doug. I thought I took a lot of pictures. But no, he takes the cake. We call him �shutter doug�. He will go to great lengths to get a great shot. The same when it comes to mixing a drink in the galley while under sail. Keep you feet planted Doug. And of course we headed to shore for happy hour.

My Parental Units

January 25, 2008 Happy Birthday Dad! I can�t quite decide which one it is but I am going to go with 73? Hope you are enjoying sunny Arizona as much as I am enjoying the sunny Caribbean. I think some of my love for water must come from my Dad. Although my Mother Bear was a life guard in her younger years, in the whole time growing up with lake weekends at the cabin, I never saw her with her hair wet. Dad taught me to water ski and I also recall him teaching me how to dive off the high board when I was a ripe old age of 6 or 7. I had no problem diving off the edge of the pool or dock in to the water but I had not mastered diving from the high dive at the pool in good ole Eagle Grove. He told me he could help me with that so up the ladder we went and out on to the platform. He picked me up and dangled me over the edge of the board by my feet. I am looking down at the water thinking that water looks a long ways off. He simply stated�.. �tuck your head, point your arms and keep her straight� He released my feet from his grip and away I went. Straight down in to the water. I am sure it did not look anything like I see on television but it wasn�t a belly flop. Mission Accomplished. The picture is a from a couple years ago at the VanGundy cabin on Twin Lakes. My parental units with #4.

We had quite a nice sail around West side of Guadeloupe over to a small chain of islands off the Southern tip. Les Saintes. We are anchored in the village of De Bourge off of an island called Terre Haut (I think)

Neil in the Rain Forest of Guadaloupe

January 24, 2008 We set off in two rental cars this morning, the captain and I in one and Roger, Doug Phyllis, and Flipper (otherwise known as Carole) to explore Guadeloupe more extensively. 1^st stop. A �Rhum� factory. From there Neil and I headed down island to find a volcano, waterfall, or rainforest, or all three. We were successful. We hiked for I have no idea how far deep in to a rain forest over rocks, roots and trees and across a river to be dumped out at a waterfall. It was a great hike as we got rained on in the rain forest. Midway through the trek, my beloved teva sandals, of which have been everywhere with me and have traveled over many a mile and rock, decided to give out. The strap broke out on my left foot. Not a good situation when one has a couple miles to travel back up hill through the terrain. But they held on through the mud and we made it back to a hot water spring located at the base of Lou Soufierre Volcano.

January 23, 2008 A day of exploration and beaches on the island. We visited Plage de Grande Anse beach. Don�t ask me to repeat that because I will never remember it. It was a nice long beach with a resort on one end and far less populated on the other. The group hiked over from town using the local road. Neil and I went to the boat to stock the cooler with refreshments and snacks and the plan was to dinghy around the peak and join them. Which we did. It ended up that was not a good plan. As Neil revved the engine for our approach to the sandy beach, we landed not really realizing the incline of the sand on this particular beach. The waves crashed. I not so gracefully jumped, trying to protect my back-pack with my camera. (we stupidly did not bring the dry bag) Anyway, I got that flung safely up beach and un-strapped Neil�s fanny pack with his valuables from him as he struggled holding the line to the dinghy. I flung that up beach and tried to help Neil with the dinghy but the surf was too rough. Every wave filled it. The cooler was now floating, as was the gas tank, and the oar was about to float out the back of it to sea. We made the quick decision to turn the dinghy around and Neil took the plunge over the side in to the �filled to the brim� dinghy, to return it to YOLO. I fetched the valuables and headed down the beach to meet the group. We decided a drink was in order so wandered back in the jungle like terrain where a bar was spotted. This was a task in itself. We really really need to learn French. It is so difficult to get a point across. After about 15 minutes of hand gestures and jibberage we were able to get a �rhum and cola� We all concluded though, that it tasted more like gasoline. On the flip side, Neil was securing dinghy to YOLO and was to return to the beach to join us. He took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up taking a primitive trail all the way up the jungle hill and back down the other side to the beach. We were just packing up when he arrived, exhausted and out of breath two hours later. We returned to town via the nice flat trail along the road.

January 22, 2008 It was an early morning for us. As planned last evening, Neil and I set our alarms for 3:00 AM so we could pull anchor and get a good head start on to Guadeloupe and the rest of the crew could snooze a bit. But at 2:52 AM I heard a loud horn. Neil and I both shot up, knowing what was happening. We hopped quickly to the top of the deck to see the 2^nd place team rowing in. We cheered them on as they passed the boat. We could see flares on shore awaiting them. However, I don�t believe they got quite the fan fare due to the time of day so I was so happy that at least the first boat they passed in the harbour was there to congratulate them. After we got the sails up, Otto took over. I love Otto. Neil and I laid out cushions and got some relaxed time awaiting sunrise. Our excitement of today�s sail was the group of dolphins we came upon. I guess it was a �pod� of dolphins. I was below deck when I heard someone yelp so I ran up top. Dolphins were everywhere, star bird side, port side, on the bow and the stern. Swimming along with us and under us. Pretty cool. After a 11 hour sail, we dropped anchor in DeShaies (pronounced �day-hay�)on Guadeloupe. Phyllis, Carole and I began our aerobic swim classes around the boat in the bay.

January 21, 2008 One of our previous guests, James Luke from Des Moines had told us an interesting story that I had not heard before. There are a group of competitors who have a race across the Atlantic. In a ROW boat! These boats are very compact and they hold either a two man team, or a four man team. Apparently they start off the Canary Islands. The destination and finish is at Nelson�s dock yard in English Harbour on Antigua.

Low and behold, as we pull up to the dock this morning to explore Nelson�s Dock Yard, (lot of history there) right there anchored to the dock is one of these boats. After some inquiry, we learned that that boat was the first place finisher of a four man team that had came in the previous day. I did some checking with the woman who is tracking the boats and she said the next boat coming in would be the first place two-man team. Expected at approximately 9:00 PM. Followed by the 2^nd place two-man team expected early tomorrow morning at 2:30 AM. It just so happened that we anchored as such in the bay that we are the boat furthest out and closest to the point to the entry of the harbour. This boat will have to pass right between us and the point. So we are all perched on the boat shortly before 9:00 waiting for the big event. Off in the distance we see little lights. The little lights are getting closer and closer. The hoopla begins. All the boats in the harbour start honking and people on decks are hooting and hollering. All of us included. Here they come, two guys in this little boat rowing right by us. I holler to them, �how many days have you guys been out there� He yells back�.. 39 DAYS!!! (I have that recorded on a video clip I happened to be taking) We all hop in the dinghy as planned and scoot to the dock to greet them and join in the activity. The excitement in the air was incredible. The dock was packed with , family members, fans, support teams, television crews, and us. Flares were flaring as the entire group on the dock was cheering them on as they approached. It was so exciting as they stepped foot on the dock. What a sight to see. It was truly touching to see them greet their wives and kids. I felt like paparazzi as I shimmied my way through the crowd, snapping pictures all the way. Neil right beside me doing the same thing. As all of the The only concern I had was for my camera when champagne started flying through the air. I did get some great shots though of the big event. Looking at the boat I still can�t fathom how these guys actually do this. After some of the seas we have been in and the swells in our 46 foot boat, it is truly unbelievable to me how they do it in that little thing. Sailing is one thing but ROWING non stop for 39 days???? I finally decided it was worth a shot to ask them to pose for a picture. He obliged. Our timing for that experience was right on and we did not even know it. I can�t wait to get on the Internet and check this all out but just haven�t had the time or the connection.

Monday, January 21, 2008 We woke up in English Harbour this morning to thunder and lightening. It was strange. I have never seen thunder and lightening like that down here. We enjoyed an action packed weekend. If you can call it that because actually it seems like everyday is a weekend.

Saturday morning Neil and I skipped out on Phyllis�s boot camp on the beach to catch up on the Internet. It must have been a good one because Roger is still complaining about his sore muscles. While I was �at work� on my computer, this darn bird was determined that we were going to be friends. He would not leave me alone. He perched himself on the table trying to get his beak in my soda, landed on my keyboard as I tried to type. Finally I said, listen bird, you are really starting to irritate me. GO AWAY!!!!! So he accommodated by sitting on my screen and just watching me.

Following lunch we loaded ourselves in the dinghy to head over to a beach around the corner. Antigua boasts that it is and island of 365 beaches. And from the number I have visited, they are all nice white sand. We walked the length and then popped over the hill to another one. Us girls abandoned our suits on the secluded beach and frolicked in the surf. What fun. We had some pretty good wave action. The fella�s explored around the hill. We all had a ball laughing all the way back on the somewhat long dinghy ride. We now have another new motto we need to live by. �What happens on the dinghy, stays on the dinghy�. We spent a quiet evening on the boat reminiscing, telling stories and playing games. Another day in paradise.

Yesterday we headed out for our first day of sailing with this group. .We had nice winds with Doug at the helm for a really nice sail. It was so relaxing being able to move about the boat and lay on deck in the Caribbean sun with great tunes playing in the background. Towards the end of the 4-5 hour sail Mother Nature turned on us and decided to pelt us with rain. Still no complaints though. We viewed that as a prime opportunity to get a fresh water shower. Following a nice swim in the harbour, we all piled in the dinghy to catch a taxi to Shirley Heights. Every Sunday evening a top of Shirley Heights there is a great time to be had and we had it. Shirley Heights in it self is spectacular. The views for 360 degrees are absolutely beautiful. English Harbor and Falmouth Harbour below, both full of boats and the sunset against the sparkling blue water. But what tops it off is the barbeque dinner with an awesome steel band playing. This is known as the place to be if one happens to be in Antigua on a Sunday. The band is made up of at least a dozen members and they are the best. At least the best I have ever experienced and I know many we have talked to along the way share that opinion. That band played for a few hours and was followed up with another band. We danced up a storm on the dance floor made up a design of island rocks. Doug missed the dancing as he was in the bar making new friends. But from his comments, he too had a spectacular time. At one period throughout our dancing under the stars, a cloud had to go over and douse us with rain. Just enough so that everybody there looked like they were having a bad hair day. Who cares though?

Friday, January 18, 2008 What a �jolly� day. We rented three scooters and away we went to explore Antigua. So far, this is my favorite island.but we have a ways to go. That may change. After viewing the sunset on Jolly Beach, we returned for happy hour. With only a quick time out to grab a bite to eat, happy hour turned in to several happy hours until the wee hours. The neighbors that Neil and I hooked up few nights ago, joined in with the fun tonight. Bob and Sally. Neat couple. They sailed over from England. Doug ran in to a blond �whats her name�????? And so the story goes. Jolly times in Jolly Harbour.

Thursday, January 17, 2008 We said good bye to Jim, George and Debbie this morning at 5:30 AM. We had a great week together but it flew by too quickly. We feel like we have been friends for a long time and will definitely have to keep in touch. We a few hours boat cleaning then packed our picnic bag and headed to a beach around the peak. I am now officially a dinghy captain. I just tell Neil to hang on because here we go!!!. It was a bit of a distance and all was well. Only one minor occurrence. Still working on my skill of driving along the wake in stead of against it, I goofed and we did a sudden 360. I wish I could have captured the look on Neil�s face. Our next group arrived this evening shortly after 9:00 What a pleasure. Roger, Doug, Carol and Phyllis. All from Des Moines and all have sailed with us before on various trips. I know we are going to have a great two weeks together and there will be stories and adventures. In some cases though, we have to keep the concept �What happens on the boat, stays on the boat�

Tuesday, January 15, 2008 We woke up In Jolly Harbor this morning. Neil went in search of food for Otto. Meaning,,,, looking for parts from Ray Marine over in English Harbor. He may share his frustrating day. I on the other hand, after preparing breakfast for the guests, had the afternoon off. I found the Internet for a bit and was thrilled when Steven popped up. We had a very nice chat via our google mail. I feel so out of touch sometimes and it simply made my day to connect and be able to chat with him. We spent about an hour back and forth and about $69 EC�s, ($30 in US dollars) Best dollars I have spent. It was pretty early in Iowa but I am hoping to connect with my Dolly (Kelsi) today too. I decided to wander over to Jolly Beach. Lovely beach. I just laid there and took in the view. The palm tree from above and the beach in front of me. The sun was hot. I had sand in my toes, salt water hair, and the cubes in my rum punch had melted. No complaints though. I wandered back later to join the group for happy hour, picking flowers along the way. I like Antigua. It is a favorite. The group treated Neil and I to dinner tonight. Monkey joined us also. Bear was a little sea sick from the sail and stayed on the boat resting comfortably.

Monday, January 14, 2008 We made it. We are in Antigua. We left St. Kitts the other day. We sailed over to Nevis with our guests the next day and anchored off Pinney�s Beach. We swam a bit and enjoyed a nice evening on the boat. Off to Monserrat the next morning. Montserrat is like two different islands. The southern half is harsh terrain, stricken by the Soufriere Hills Volcano. Of which is in the background of the picture Jim, Colleen, Neil, George, and Debbie. We took a taxi tour that day with Sam the cab driver and heard some history of the island. He took us through the ruins of the capital, Plymouth. The devastation of is unbelievable. An entire village is beneath the volcanic ash. Thankful for four wheel drive we rode though the remains of what was once a beautiful golf course and resort. Now just ash, palm tree stumps, and boulders the size of large house�s that were spewed out by the volcano. We had the opportunity to walk up an abandoned road up to the top of Garibaldi Hill. Sam the cab driver dropped us off at a lower level and the trek began. It was kind of like being on the tread mill at the gym at a 50% incline. Neil and I made it to the top and on this hill we were the closest one can (legally) get to the Soufriere Hills Volcano. So much for that. Lets get down and out of here before it blows again. The other half of the island is quite the contrary. Lush and green with modern houses perched on the hills. Unaffected other than the ash in the air. We did have a pit stop on the way down when we came upon a guava tree. George, Neil, and Sam having a snack.

January 11, 2008 Heck, I don't really have a clue as to what day it is. Most of the time we don't have a clue what time it is. We go by the sun. I only know it is the 11^th because I carve a notch in 'Coco-Nut" each day. I guess I have not mentioned her. She joined us right at the beginning, I believe in Virgin Gorda. I found her, freshly fallen from a tree. She was just laying there in the white sand of the beach.. We named her after me and she has been sailing with us ever since. Neil, Colleen, Monkey, Bear, Otto and Coco-Nut. We are all getting along real well. I guess I need someone to take a group shot.

We are settled in the Port Zante Marina in Basseterre on St. Kitts. St. Kitts is a lush green island with dramatically steep mountain range rising 3750 feet. (I read that in a brochure) Anyway, it is kind of a different island. Very little beach, and where there are beaches, it is black sand. This is not one of my favorite islands but very unique as they all seem to be. St. Kitts is covered in rainforests peaking up in the clouds. Neil and I scootered this entire island 2 years ago and hiked up in a rain forest so this time around we skipped that. We had a catch up day on the boat and wandered around the town amongst all the cruise ship folks that showed up. Our first guest arrived yesterday also. Jim, George and Debbie. The are going to spend the next week with us.

This is going to be a bit of a different week for me. This group decided they are on vacation. They requested a cook on board. I fell in to the role. This is not as simple as it sounds. Provisions are what they are. I am at the mercy of small markets and street side stands. I walked a couple miles on the island yesterday because I had heard there was a "modern grocery" on the edge of town. I found it. It was not Hy-Vee or Dahls by any means but sufficient to pick up some fruits and veggies. Anyway, one of the requests of the guests was fresh seafood.. One would think that fresh seafood would be plentiful being in the islands but that is not necessarily the case. The markets have mostly frozen hunks of who knows what so this is going to be a bit of a challenge. But I always did like a challenge. So I will see what I can do. It just so happened that a couple fisherman pulled up next to us the other night with their catch of the day. As they gutted their fish and were cutting away, I saw this as an opportunity. I wandered over. "Sir, excuse me, I need some fresh seafood. Would it be possible for you to go catch me a mahi mahi tomorrow" The next day as the sun was beginning to set, up pulls the fisher boat and the guy flings a mahi mahi on to the dock. I guess I got what I asked for. It doesn't get any fresher than this. So from picture number one to picture number two�.a guy holding a big ugly dolphin fish to the tupperware containers I provided for the nicely carved fillets by the local island fisherman. Hmmm, my next challenge will be to encounter a lobster trap

January 8, 2007 Not much new We have just been enjoying Nevis. Sunshine, at Sunshines Beach Bar and Grill knows us now on a first name basis. Neil, Sunshine and I in the 1^st picture. And in the 2^nd, two couples from Toronto that we visited with. Nice people. Headed to St. Kitts to get the boat ready for our first guests so Neil and I are kicking ourselves out the spacious front cabin to the small rear quarters. We got spoiled.

Monday, January 7, 2008 (I think) Greetings from Nevis. We spent yesterday kind of doing catch up stuff on the boat, our swimming exercise and topping off the day with a walk along the beach, eating coconut that fell from a tree, and a couple killer bee drinks at Sunshines. I had Neil drop me this morning at the dock for the Four Seasons Resort with my running shoes on. The goal was to run to town and meet Neil (who went by dinghy) at the Internet Cafe. It felt great to have my land legs and actually run. I miss that. On my way I had to pass through the grounds of the Four Seasons Resort. What a neat place. The first thought that came to mind as I wandered the grounds, pretending like I belonged there, was our good friends, Mark and Deb Jorgensen. This would be a paradise for them. The impeccable golf-course, with the foliage, palm trees and flowers. I took a bunch of pictures but as usual I know they will not do justice to the beauty of this sunshiny morning. I figured I better get of their premises before I was escorted off so away I went, ran the couple miles to town to meet Neil.

01/04/08 We were under sail by 7:30 AM. Neil determined within minutes under sail that Otto was not feeling well. He could not hold the course and his stomach was growling, or was that his gears? He was given the day off. It was up to us to take over for the 7 hour sail. We took turns at the helm, Neil more than I, as we sailed right on by Statia and St. Kitts to arrive on Nevis. It was another one of those �hold on� sails which included a couple squalls. Just enough though to rinse the salt from our skin with fresh water. We are on a mooring off of Pinney Beach, just north of the main harbour of Nevis, Charlestown Harbour. Seeing the activity on shore, we decided to dinghy in to �Sunshine�s�, a supposedly known beach side establishment. As we watched the sunset, we had a couple of his signature drinks, the �Killer Bee�. Enough said. One will definitely loose their stinger after a couple of those. Back to the boat for a dinner grilled by the captain.

01/03/08 After motoring around to the other side of the island, hoping the swells would be more endurable over here, it is time to explore the island we have never been to. Saba is one of the islands that they refer to as one of the five volcanic Leeward Islands that �brush the clouds�. They rise steeply from the sea until their peaks touch the clouds. Included in this group are Saba, Statia (St. Eustatius), St. Kitts (St. Christopher), Nevis and Montserrat. Saba looks like a fairy tale picture. Cottages with their red roofs perched on seemingly impossible places and sprinkled through the four villages on the island. It is only 5 square miles but reaches 3000 feet. We decided to get a taxi and explore a bit. We were lucky enough to get a taxi driver, Eddie, who we learned has spent most of his life on this small island. Up until the 1950�s the only way to get between villages was to walk along a steep mountain track. Engineers from Holland told the Sabans that a road was impossible on this island. But a guy named Josephus Lambert Hassell, an engineer, saw it differently. With his guidance, Sabans built their road, rock by rock, all by hand. It took 20 years and was finished in 1958. Pretty phenomenal when you look at it. I have a picture of the rock with a plaque for the memorial of this man. Who it turns out, was the godfather of our taxi driver, Eddie. We decided to have Eddie drop us off in Windwardside, one of the villages where the base of a trail begins to climb to the top of the peak. Mt. Scenery. Hoping to get a good view of the island, up we go. Water bottles in our packs. Several times throughout the trek I realize how out of shape I am. Sweat just pouring off and clothes soaked but about 90 minutes later we made it. Through a rain forest and dense foliage. We had visited with a woman earlier who made the hike and she commented she saw nothing when she reached the top as she was in the clouds. We were lucky. A clear beautiful day. We could see for miles and miles. There is an antennae tower at the top, viewable in the picture taken from down below in the village. We climbed just slighty higher than that to the peak. The last little climb if you ultimately want to get to top, you have to use a rope to pull yourself up as Neil demonstrates in the picture. We did and it was worth it. Neil�s GPS registered 2855 feet . Amazing, that�s just what the sign said at the bottom but he wanted to verify that the sign was accurate. It is. We received a certificate when we returned to the trail office at the bottom. I will place it in a frame and put it on my office wall. Oh, that�s right, I don�t have an office. Oh well. Good day on Saba. Oh, Monkey and Bear went along although we had to carry them most of the way. We have pictures of them at the top.

01/02/08 After checking out of customs in Gustavia this morning we set sail for Saba (SAY-BA). We had a nice leisurely sail over here. Good music, a couple refreshments, the sunshine, blue waters, Monkey and Bear enjoying themselves, our destination in the distance. What more could we want? A perfect sailing day. We grabbed one of the 8 mooring balls on the West side of the island. I decided to get my daily exercise and swim in to the shore, which are actually large rocks protruding from the sea. No beaches here. Anyway, as I am swimming I am thinking geez, I am not making much progress. Those rocks are not getting any closer. It is the opposite of what we read on our rear view mirrors. Objects are WAY much farther than they appear. But I made it and set fins on a shore of Saba. From there, looking back at the boat, it looked like a toy with a little stick person roaming on deck (Neil). We decided to stay �home� tonight and enjoy the evening sunset. However, there are rather large swells and the boat pretty much rocked and rolled through the night.

Tuesday January 1. 2008 HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hoping health, happiness, family and friends fill your sails through 2008! We brought in the new year in fine form in Gustavia on St. Barths. It was incredible how many boats are here. Compared to last week for Christmas. Probably double that. A wide variety. From little boats to the mega yachts anchored every where throughout the harbar. We even had one decide to anchor next to us. The town was packed. We danced in the streets. When the countdown came, there was confetti floating through the air. Corks from the champage bottles flying hear and there. The big yachts were all blowing their horns. Fireworks lit up the sky. It was pretty darn neat to be here.

Monday December 31, 2007 We started out the day early on the scooter to explore the island. We pretty much covered the island, stopping several times along the way to take in the views that seem to be on every hill top and around every corner. We visited several beaches along the way. Neil was preoccupied on the beaches taking in the scenery. But what guy wouldn't? French babes everywhere. This island is VERY hilly and the roads are narrow. When on a decent with hair pin curves, I just hang on to Neil with dear life. I trust him completely though, he is the best scooter driver out there. Monkey and Bear are getting along real well and love to take in the sunsets each evening.

December 30, 2007 We have spent the last couple days doing this and than on St. Maarten based out of Phillipsburg and then Orient. We went to beaches, took taxi rides,hitched rides with locals, shopped, went conch shell hunting on Green Cay off of Orient Beach, ate, drank, and were merry as much as possible as one can be while spending time in paradise. We headed out of Orient this morning early. It was a very rolly polly night on the boat. The boat was rocking and rolling all night long. We were both up before the sun and decided to hit the sea. We took in the sun rise and were under sail by 7:00 AM. And what a sail it was. The boat was heeled over as we crashed through the waves and swells. It was one of those where the goal is to just stay in one spot as much as possible and make darn sure you are hanging on if you did decide to make a move. Because one wrong move under this sail, and a body slam it will be. Fun though. Arrvied in St. Barths in just under 3 hours.

Friday December, 28, 2007 Time Out. We just learned this morning via an e-mail that Chuck Lackore passed away on Christmas Eve day. He is Ed�s Dad. Ed, my brother in law, my sister Diane�s husband. It was a shock to read the e-mail. His passing was obviously very sudden and unexpected. My thoughts today and in many to follow will to be with Ed, Diane, their three little boys and all of Ed�s family

Le 26 d�cembre, 2007 Joyeux Anniversaire � vous, Joyeux Anniversaire � vous. Joyeux anniversaire cher Neilly, Joyeux Anniversaire � vous. . Mon d�fi du jour sera de trouver des bougies, et alors quelque chose de d�couverte pour les mettre dans. 52 bougies sur le tcould de bateau pr�sentent un risque d'incendie bien que. Nous aurons un d�ner agr�able pour c�l�brer l'Anniversaire de Neil ce soir dans Phillipsburg.

Whoops, I must be hanging around the French and starting to pick up on their language. In plain English I was singing Happy Birthday to Neil. And stating that the challenge of my day would be to find 52 candles and something to place them in (as Neil is not much one for cake) Happy Birthday to Neil! Je vous aime! A dinner tonight in Phiilipsburg it is!

We went in by dinghy this morning to St. Barths to spend some time frustrating ourselves on the slow Internet. Something that must be done though when available, being our only real life line to our families. Following that, Neil checked us out of customs while I picked up some groceries and back to the dinghy dock for the return to YOLO. We both have back packs on our backs, with our laptops and other miscellaneous heavy and expensive stuff that makes it hard to get safely in and out of a dinghy that is rocking in the waves. But we are successful. I am perched at the front of the dinghy with a case of beer wedged at my back, straddling the box of goodies from the market since the box decided to break open upon entry to the dinghy. I think I can do this. Note to self, Colleen just keep your legs tight around the box, and hug it with one arm and use the other to hold a handle. We are cruising out of the bay past all the big yachts. All is well. We each tear off a hunk of the fresh baguette sticking out of the box and are chewing away, happy as clams. Then all of a sudden, KA-BOOM! For reasons unknown to me, the dinghy suddenly is at about an 80 degree angle, Neil and the engine at the bottom, me at the top, holding on for dear life. Water is flowing in by the gallon. All I could say was �oh shit, oh shit� Unable to keep the straddle hold on the box, we now have vegetables, fish, sodas, liquor bottles, potatoes, you name it, floating amongst us. But the boat evens out as quickly as it tried to capsize us. Wow, I think we are going to make it. For the first time I realize what happened, we came upon a one of those humongus anchor chains from one of those big yachts at the precise time a swell decided to come in. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the minnow would have been lost. But no, the only thing lost was the baguette. Thank goodness we tore off a hunk when we did.

From that experience, we sailed over to a small island between Barths and Martin, Ile Fourche. It is a primitive island. A stop off place for one to take in spectacular views from the peaks of these boulder formations. The little bit we read about it made it sound like there was this nice little path and somewhere to take your Mother to hike. This was not the case. Either we did not find the path, or there simply wasn�t one. But up we go. Getting to the mass of boulders was easy. My only concern there was these occasional little lizard things I would see scurry through the brush. But I remained calm, keeping in mind that these little creatures probably did not like me tromping through their home any more than I would want them scurrying across my foot.

It is clear now, looking back that there was a form of main route to the top but for whatever reason we found ourselves on the outer edge of the cliff. Roller coaster rides are a favorite of mine, as are the upside down ones. But there is something about hanging on to rocks as you hear waves crashing in the surf hundreds of feet below that concern me. Neil yelling down from a rocky platform above��I think it is going to be a lot harder going down than it is going up. It is at that point that we decide to head down. But somehow I have to get around this cluster of boulders because Neil says he sees a much better route from his point of view. I decide that �stay low� is the key to this. So I am scooting up and around, inching my way up, grabbing each rock as I go for a hand hold. Keep in mind, the little article describes this island as �adorned with cactus growing out of the rocks� This is a true statement. I pulled a couple thorns from various parts of my body along the way. In the back of my mind are those little lizards. If one of them would decide to scurry over the rock in front of me, I think it would be all over for me as my tendency is to jump and scream when I see creatures. But I also realize my life depends on this. So I continue on, hearing Neil from above, �just put your foot in the ladies thumb�. Also note, his path was slightly to the left of mine. I reach a bit of a plateau and am holding on for dear life having not looked up yet when I hear this �thump thump� I think, Oh God, that is not a lizard, that has to be a goat� I let out a yelp, or perhaps you could call it a scream, I peek up to the rock above me to face the goat and I see a pair of tennis shoes. Long story short, here is a guy that has been on the island for days and his form of exercise is to climb to each peak, each day. He has been living on his boat for 8 years in the islands. In my defense, had we taken his path, I think it could have been a different story. But we opted for the survivor route. Oh what an adventure. But true to the article, the views were spectacular. We could see YOLO in the bay, St. Martin, Anguillia, and St. Barths all from one vantage point.

A great sail from there to Phillipsburg on St.Maarten. Otto and Monkey were at the helm working on some sailing skills while Bear, Neil, and I relaxed and had a couple beers. Dinner it was on St. Martin tonight. Again, Happy Birthday Neil.

We opted for happy hour at the Greenhouse and back to the boat tonight for a movie. (Je vous aime Neilly)

Tuesday, December 25, 2007    Merry Christmas. The sun peeking through the hatch woke us around well after 9:00 AM. What a change from years past. Steven always woke up long before the sun on Christmas morning. He would run up and down the hallway, checking the stash under the tree, then back to wake the rest of us, yelling HE�S BEEN HERE, HE�S BEEN HERE, SANTA CLAUS HAS BEEN HERE� Kelsi on the other hand had a different outlook on the whole thing and I can�t say as though I could not agree. She never cared for Santa Claus. After all, why would we want a large fellow wearing a red suit roaming through our home while we slept? She summarized�.�why don�t you and Dad just get the stuff, I don�t want a stranger in our house�    By the way, there are not any pictures of Kelsi sitting on Santa�s lap.

What a Christmas Eve it was. It started with a candle light dinner on the boat prior to heading in for the evening festivities.   Why eat out when I can put a little something together? So a five-course meal on the boat it was.

We started with homemade duck foie gras poached in a Muscat wine served in a Napoleon of fig and honey wafers and accompanied with a light salad and honey pearls Followed by truffle filled scallops with a light stew of forest mushrooms and chervil, with a sprinkling of pistachio nuts. Oh, let�s keep going. Next was lobster ravioli with a wild mushroom flan served on a bed of melting leek and hazelnuts. Wanting more, I put together a baby partridge, the breast served with foie gras and pearly juice, the leg served parmentier style with orange powdered peas and apple potatoes croquette. Let�s top this off with a Szechuan pepper emulsion and gingerbread ice cream.

I must have been dreaming, actually it was sea bass accompanied with saut�ed asparagus, yellow pepper and red onion. Served on a Corelle platter complete with fork and napkin

We returned to the boat at 3:00 AM this morning. Had a ball dancing among the reindeer at Le Select.

Monday, December 24, 2007   Jingle Sails, Jingle Sails, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to sail, in a one-mast open Sleigh, Yeigh!!   We are settled in St. Barths. Anchored in the bay outside of the Gustavia Harbor.   There must have been a mix up with the port authority. When we radioed in yesterday to tell them YOLO was approaching the harbor, they acted like they did not know who we were. They basically told us there was no room at the Inn. So, here we are, anchored out in the bay with probably 100 or so other boats, while all the BIG boats get the slips. Imagine that. We wandered up and down the boardwalk last night taking in how the other half lives. YOLO could be the dinghy for some of these yachts. It is pretty incredible. But you know what, I am more than content right here on YOLO with Captain Neil.

Sunday, December 23, 2007 We had a nice swim this morning and a long walk on the beach. The sky is a pretty clear blue, the sun is hot, the waters are sparkling. We are sailing over to St Barths after a nice time on St. Martin. Kind of a quick stop and re-group. Marigot Bay and Orient Beach. Here we are, almost Christmas. It doesn�t feel like Christmas but it will be one that will hold memories. It does not come without of mixed feelings. I am missing two of the most important things in my life right now. Steven and Kelsi. It is hard knowing they are so very far away. Clear over there, on the opposite side of the US, spending the holiday together in San Diego. I have had a flood of memories going through my mind the last few days. It keeps me going though, knowing that we will create a bunch of new ones in March when they join us in Barbados. I am really looking forward to that. Much love to my Sam and Dolly from MB.

Thursday, December 20, 2007 It was the picture perfect day for a sail. We arrived in Anegada I suppose around noon. The beach was calling us for a nice long walk. It is like Anegada has one looooonnnnng beach all the way around the island. One can walk for miles, which we did. We came up around Pomato point (in the first picture) and from there it goes on and on. Pomato point brought back memories of 2003 when Neil and I actually camped in a tent on this point. We were land-locked at that time since we had flown over. My memory though is of being in this little tent, it�s the middle of the night, waves crashing, rain pounding down, wondering if at any moment one of those waves were going to catch us and wash us out to sea. So I laid there with my fingers firmly attached to the zipper pull, ready for action, until morning and the storm passed. We topped off the day with a lobster dinner at a place on the beach.

Monday, December 17, 2007 5:50 AM. My first thought of the day. Neil, wouldn't you think those roosters on shore would get a sore throat? 6:00 AM. My second thought of the day. Neil, we had such a swell time yesterday on our day off, can we take one more? YES, on both counts. We spent the morning in Spanish Town on the Internet and picking up some odds and ends and then motored on down to the Baths. What a beautiful place. Again, pictures just do not do justice. Later in the day, when all the tourists had cleare (there was a cruise ship in the harbor today) we snorkled in and had a ball climbing around through every nook and cranny. So very magnificent, the sizes and formations of these huge boulders,

Finally, A Day Off!

Sunday, December 16, 2007 What a beautiful day! We finally got a day off! On one of what has to be my favorite beaches. We anchored here down from the Baths on Virgin Gorda to take in the splender. Pictures just do not do it justice. I believe the last thing I told Monkey and Bear before they hopped in to the dry bag for the ride in, was to grab the sunscreen, the tube we bought,specifically designed for furry skin. They forgot. The sun was intense so I had them cover up with sand for a part of the time to block themselves. But the looks I was getting from Bear were too much. So I took a time out from my water activities to build them an umbrella. We are all happy now. They were simply wore out from the days activities so we left them on the boat tonight and Neil and I went in to the harbor to use the Internet and see what the rest of the world was up to. Enjoyed a nice dinner at the Bath and Turtle.

Sail Away....Monkey and Bear

Saturday, December 15, 2007 Hey, if your eye lids are drooping, nobody said you had to read this. Anyway, we had a great sail from White Bay on Jost Van Dyke over to Marina Cay. There was a real nice wind filling our sails for the 4-5 hour tour. However, we did seem to be the only boat out there. Monkey and Bear kept pestering Neil to let them take the helm, but we both felt they needed a few more sails behind them. So they observed and sat peacefully and enjoyed the ride. A superb Saturday!

Friday, December 14, 2007 Friday, what was Friday? Oh yea, went to a couple favorites, Sandy Spit, a tiny little cay out there. Anchored and went in to frolic on the beach for a bit, then over to Jost Van Dyke, where we packed a picnic and hiked back to the bubbles. Where the waves come crashing through the rocks in to a �bubbly pool� The final destination for the day was White Bay. We anchored and went in for happy hour at the Soggy Dollar Bar, Named as such because people often up so generally they pay with wet soggy dollars. We checked that place out for a while and relaxed iwith a cocktail in a hammock. Somewhere along the line, we decided to keep the plastic drink glasses, being strong believers in re-cycling. And, they come in handy on the boat since we seem to loose glass every now and then. That is quite the collection you have their Neil. We decided a nice, quite, relaxing, evening on YOLO was in order following this Fabulous Friday!

Capture The Mooring Ball!

Thursday, December 13, 2007 we motored around the corner of Norman Island to the caves, (huge rocks protruding through the water) grabbed a mooring ball so we could snorkel after breakfast. After that we headed over to the Indians to snorkel around those. While unique in their own way, I do prefer to snorkel at the Caves. It�s just so darn pretty down there. Anyway, upon arriving at the Indians, it was my task to go snag the mooring ball. While normally my success rate is pretty good with this, today was different. For anyone unfamiliar with the mooring ball concept. I attached a picture to demonstrate. The goal is for the Captain to motor up slowly close to the ball, which has a rope attached. And then I am to snag the rope with the stick and pull the rope up and and secures it at the cleat to hold the boat. The boat is pulling up, I reach over to get the rope. A couple things could have happened. One, the boat was not close enough, which would place the blame on the Captain, or two, I should realize that my arms are not three feet long and give up on this attempt. (lets go with two) But being somewhat determined, I reach and reach until I am teetering on one leg with the rest of me stretched out over the edge of the boat. It doesn�t take a rocket scientist, or even a 3^rd grader, to realize that the force of gravity is going to play a very integrate part of this.process within seconds. It is in that split second that I have to make a corporate decision. I can tangle myself up on the guide wire and other metal objects protruding from the edge of the boat or go for big plunge. I decide the plunge is the best choice. Again, I am forced with another big decision, is this going to be a jump? a dive? a cannonball? Still teetering on the one leg, I decide to go for the dive, it will give me the most momentum. So with that, I give it all I have to clear those wires and�.. it is a send off!!! I clear the wires and in we go, head first. Next thing I know I am surfacing to hear Captain Neil shouting, �Colleen, don�t drop the stick�! OK, that is not fair, he was quite concerned but once he saw that I was fine, laughing as I spit salt water, he did inquire about the stick, I proudly raised it from the water. As I was flying through the air, I knew I could not drop that stick or we would be screwed. Only thing lost�� my sunglasses. Pair number one of many over the next five months I presume. That day ended in Cane Garden Bay on Tortola. We went in to watch a favorite island entertainer. Quito Rhymers. One thing I forgot about this day. My dinghy lesson. After some briefing, Neil turned me loose in Cane Garden Bay. I scooted around a bit and then decided to practice starting and stopping the engine. The stopping part came easy but the starting part gave me a bit of a challenge. It is like pulling the string on a mower and it is suppose to purr. Nope, not going to happen. I choke it, and pull repeatedly. Still not going to happen. I noticed a couple guys on a boat nearby taking all this in so I was not really all that concerned as I floated out to sea, knowing all I had to do was put my �Damsel In Distress� act in to place and I would rescued. Poor Neil did not know this. As he stood on the back of YOLO and looked out, I think soon realizing that the dinghy was in danger of being lost to sea, he quickly grabbed his mask and snorkeland dove off the end of the boat and swam at Olympic record settings speeds to catch me and the dinghy. Mission accomplished. My hero. Dinghy lessons will continue on another day. Did I forget to mention that if I decided to practice engine stopping and starting, I was to do so down wind from the boat? In the excitement of scooting throughout the bay in the bright sunshine, I forgot that part.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007 We threw up the sails for the first time as we headed to Norman Island. Wow, the wind was strong and it was pretty intense, or so it seemed to me. We did not do the greatest job at stowing and I could see a few dishes and items flying around down below. Neil decided we might have too much sail for this wind so he pulled in the jib and we went on the main sail alone. It was a nice sail on to our destination, the Willie T. Otherwise known as the William Thornton. An old barge in the bay, turned in to a bar/restaurant. This place holds a few memories for me and today added to them. We swam over earlier in the day and returned later that evening by dinghy. There was a little mishap upon our return to the boat that evening. Neil might be able to explain better because he got to watch it, I just played the part, not really knowing what was in the script. There is something about that Willie T! Wednesdays are Wonderful!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007 Tuesday came early for us. For some reason we have been waking up before the sun, ready to start the day. Still on a mooring ball in Leinster Bay, we swam from the boat, to the shore of St. John. We then decided to swim up the shoreline and snorkel around the �cay� out there. It is in the distance out there in the picture. I am guessing but I would think it had to be close to a mile swim. Although it seemed totally effortless. Nothing like those training swims for the little triathlon we did in August. So much more to look at here than the bottom of Twin Lakes. We happened upon a turtle midway through that swim. His (or her) shell was probably about the size of a car tire. Note, I said �CAR� tire, not �SUV�. The three of us swam together for a bit. He (or she) glided gracefully through the sparkling blue waters right in front of us. Tuesdays are Terrific!
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Monday, December 10, 2007 Monday evening, we were sitting on the deck of YOLO, looking up at the stars having a cocktail and it was all very clear to me. We had left the marina earlier that day and as we motored through the channel and passed through the bouy�s, we had a toast. A toast to each other and the beginning of our adventure. It was a real neat moment. We had a good time getting over to Leinster Bay where we settled in for the night to enjoy a nice dinner. After such a great day, it became very clear to me �MONDAYS DON�T SUCK ANYMORE!� .

December 10, 2007 Good Morning. And what a beautiful morning it is. The sun peeking through the hatch awoke me. Hmmm, what should I wear to work? The black skirt with the red blouse? Let me think, did I iron that?

Oh wait, this is not my bed. Where am I? Am I in Fort Dodge, IA ? Am I in Kansas? Where is Todo? Or, I mean Monkey? I peek out of the galley and look.... wow, there is sunshine and sparkling blue water.abound.

Monday mornings are no longer a negative thing. Monday can be Friday, or Saturday, Tuesday, or whatever I want it to be. I love this new career.

Sunny and warm. We have been very busy the last couple days getting everything ready on the boat. Among many things, the life raft and the e-perb,. A safety device that will send coordinates to the coast guard if we are sinking. Which is not going to happen but I do know what to do if I have to. On second thought, a life raft ride in the Carribbean is something I have not experienced. If it happens, it happens. Neil ran new speaker wires to the deck so we have surround sound. The engine is purring. The "sail sack guy" is here and the brand new YOLO emblem will be displayed! A few last minute preparations and we will set sail. Months of planning on Neil's part is making this dream come true. I am so glad I am part of it.

I actually had to work yesterday, on a Saturday to boot. I unpacked and have my kitchen all organized. The new $1000 stove that Neil bought is awesome. They charge so much down here, it is crazy. Just to give you an idea. He went to the store to buy a stick for the mop that we want to use on the deck. $29.95 . We decided to return it and if we have to whittle one from a stick from a tree, we will. Because I guess we have time. Oh and that is right, we are unemployed too.

Although this is my 5th trip with Neil, I have been taking lessons the last few days and will continue to do so. I have knot-tying, bumper adjustment, engine starting, refrigeration, control panel, bilge pump, etc. etc. Now when I hear... "throw the stern line" I know exactly what to do. Repitition is the key of learning for me. Just in case for whatever reason I have to operate this boat by myself. I will know how. Dinghy lessons are next. I think that I have rode around in a dinghy enough and observed that I will do alright on that one. Neil says I am a good student and have passed most courses with flying colors.

All for now. Colleen

December 6, 2007 What a day. Kelsi came from Ames to Fort Dodge to retrieve me and transport me to Des Moines last night. Thanks to Phyllis for her hospitality last night and for dropping me at the airport early this morning. Also last night, former, and future, fellow crew members, Roger and Doug, dropped by Phyllis's for a "send off" drink.

As we drug my two large, and heavy suitcases to the pickup this morning I had to think about what Neil wrote about all of "my essential's" and packing. Well, just to clear things up... you see, he failed to mention that while he simply had to pack for himself, I had to not only pack for myself, but I had Monkey and Bear to pack for. It has not been an easy task to go to work every day, come home, clean, close things up, endure an Iowa ice/sleet/snow filled weekend, and top it all off having to take care of the kids.

It is a long story and I will explain later. But for those of you who have not met Monkey or Bear. Briefly, We adopted the two of them. Monkey has been with us since 2004. He has traveled with us ever since. This is his 4th trip to the islands. Bear just joined us this past year and this will be her first trip so she is pretty excited. Yes, she resembles a bunny, but clearly, her name is Bear.

They helped me out at home this past week and were so happy when we finally got on the plane. We shared a cocktail and then settled in and read for a bit. It was long day for the three of us as we flew from Des Moines, through Chicago, Nashville, Miami, and finally arriving in St. Thomas. The taxi dropped at Compass Point Marina at 11:15 PM where Neil came running down the dock in his boxers to meet us. Big hugs after 9 days apart.

Wow, I am really here. This is real.

Finally, the last let of our flight

Monkey & Bear

11/30/07 It has been a whirlwind ever since that 4:00 AM trip to the airport to drop Neil last week. The reality of it all is started to sink in as I finished out my last days at Decker Land. I literally skipped out of the office and didn't look back. What a feeling that was. I had practiced this high gear skipping skill just last week on the sidewalks of Chicago with Neil, my kids (Steven & Kelsi) four of my sibling units, spouses, necies and nephews following our Thanksgiving dinner.

I finished off the week tonight with a few cocktails with good friends to celebrate this awesome, once in a lifetime opportunity. It was quite the teary experience for Deb, Judy, and I as we hugged good bye at 3:00 AM, and reminisced over the last 25 years as friends.

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