Plotting our jailbreak from prison
There’s probably not too many people who would consider Martinique to be a prison. The island is beautiful, the people are friendly, and it’s extremely welcoming to cruisers. But going on 6 months now, we’ve been thinking of nothing but leaving. Our thoughts are focused on traveling to the States to see our daughter and her family, and to get moving on our next adventure.
Happy Easter from our too-cute grandkids.
Unfortunately, as with all legal matters, our lawsuit is crawling along. So much so that some days it actually feels as if things are going backwards instead of forwards, moving us further and further away from any resolution. To compound this, even if we had wanted to leave the boat here to allow the lawsuit to run its course, we were unable to. The boatyard is full, and marinas are out of the question. We have been told that leaving the boat unattended at anchor is not permitted, and, until yesterday, there were no professional mooring balls available for us. Yes, until yesterday.
Believe me, I totally see the irony in our wanting a mooring ball!
Yesterday afternoon, after obtaining some much-needed assistance from Patrick, an extremely helpful cruiser here, and several other Martinique residents, we relocated Frost to a solid mooring ball in what we affectionately refer to as “the parking lot.” The mooring field in Le Marin is very protected, and the boat motion that we have grown accustomed to over the past few months is all but gone. What happens next for us is still to be decided, but I can’t help but feel as if we’ve made at least one tiny step forward.