The final 5 miles
I admit it, I have an issue with the final 5 miles of a trip. Any trip. It doesn’t seem to matter if it has been a passage of several days or one of only a few hours but the nearer we get to shore, the more impatient I seem to get. Yesterday’s sail from Anses D’Arlet to Ste. Anne was very indicative of this. Because we had all day to get there, and the weather was reasonable, Rebecca and I decided to do our best to sail the entire way, in spite of the fact that the wind was blowing from… I bet you can all guess… exactly the direction we wanted to go. No worries, as I said, we had all day.
As we tacked back and forth, slowly making ground towards our destination, I commented to Rebecca (although more so to affirm it to myself) that we used to just “go sailing” so that we could enjoy the process of doing this*. The sun was shining, the fishing lures were happily bobbing in the water some distance behind the boat (unnoticed by the fish I should add) and we were enjoying the scenery. Until the last five miles that is.
Perhaps it was the opposing current fighting to prevent us from advancing or possibly the sea conditions changed to slow our progress. Regardless of the cause, it seemed that just about the time we were down to the final 5 miles of our trip, we had both had enough. If we continued on trying to beat towards our destination, we would have been at it until dark. And so, on came the engines and down came the sails (even motor sailing wouldn’t work — we tried). At least we had made a reasonable attempt at sailing the entire way. 🙂
We picked a nice tacking angle to make our way between Diamond Rock and the mainland.
Since we’ve climbed the Diamond Rock near Grenada (aka Kick em Jenny),
maybe we should climb this Diamond Rock too?
Here is a real pet peeve of mine… the fact that I can get free Wi-Fi miles from shore and yet can not even find a signal to pay for when we are anchored just off the shore of a town. Grrrr!
The anchorage of Ste. Anne in the distance. Finally!
*I suspect that we may not be the only ones who react as I am describing because I noted on multiple occasions, back when we were sailing in Lake Ontario, how boats would aggressively leave the harbor with full sails flying only to return some hours later motoring the entire way.