It’s only one night, right?
Yesterday was one of those days. We left our idyllic anchorage just after 10:00 am, bound for Sopers Hole, a port of entry for the BVIs. Our plan was to simply grab a mooring ball, clear customs and then take off to find a place to spend the night. After an hour of travel to get there, we, along with several other boats, found ourselves circling the bay like sharks in a feeding frenzy, looking for an available ball. Unfortunately, all the sharks were going hungry as none were to be found. While we could have anchored to complete our business, the bay is very deep in the only spots free of balls. In other words, not ideal. Because of this, we opted to move on to Roadtown, only just then realizing that we could have gone there in the first place as that is also a point of entry.
Note: The trip from Sopers Hole to Roadtown is dead east, into the prevailing winds. Yesterday was the 2nd time we have made that journey which is exactly 2 times too many!
Road Harbor is a busy spot, full of commercial traffic, and one we only would visit if we had something specific to do. In this case, we did. We have an appointment scheduled for later this morning so, after clearing in, we decided to spend the night there at anchor. On a good day this harbor is rolly and last night was not a good day! It is seldom that I feel seasick anymore and when it happens at anchor, you know things are not good. Why not leave? Because by the time we realized just how crappy the conditions were, the sun was approaching the horizon. Oh well, it’s only one night, right?
We saw this boat, or what’s left of it, washed up on the shore in St. John. Right now we’re anchored on a lee shore, just off a rock break wall. If our anchor decided to take a break for a moment or two, our boat might end up looking much like this one!