Debbie and I made french toast and bacon for breakfast.
We dropped the ball at 09:38, hoisting the sails going out of Trellis Bay.
Not much wind, maybe 8 knots from the east.
Close hauled around Beef Island, boar away to a broad reach, then headed up to a beam to Cooper Island.
Pretty slow, but relaxing.
Yellow is where we dropped the sails.
Trip Odometer: 6.3 miles
Moving Average: 3.3 knots
Max Speed: 9.9 knots
Moving Time: 01:55:00
Rita and I have never been to Cooper Island before.
Let me tell you, it is beautiful!
We had made arrangements to hookup with some friends from the Whitby Yacht Club.
They were two days into their charter, while we were on our last night.
- Chris/Glenna
- Tom/Kim
- Ben/Janet
- Jim/Catherine
They had chartered a Lagoon 45 called Scuba Doo, and were at Willy Ts on Norman Island the night before.
One thing about Cooper Island is that you can't anchor there, mooring balls only, and the mooring balls tend to get taken early. We were happy to get there before noon and find the last two available balls right next to each other.
We took one and dingied over to the other and tied our stand up paddle board to the other.
Our Whitby friends were not responding to radio hails, cell calls, or text messages.
We were content to hold the ball for them.
Meanwhile Hans and I went ashore to pay for the balls and sampled some beer made on the island. A hoppy IPA; twas good.
We talked to a couple at the bar in their 30s.
They are on their off day being captain/first mate of a crewed Moorings 45.
Interesting folk; they had been doing this for several months a year for the past two seasons.
They asked us what our favourite spot was.
We said "Little Harbour" on Peter Island.
They called it "Unemployment Bay"; a place where Moorings captains would go for a couple of days between charters.
They said they are responsible for the cleaning and maintenance of the boat, provisioning, and catering to charter guests.
When we got back to the boat, Scuba Doo came in and took the ball we had for them.
Here is a photo of Firebolt (left) and Scuba Doo (right):
We talked to them on the radio.
Glenda had twisted her ankle on the way from Norman Island this morning.
They were asking if we had any tensor bandages in our first aid kit.
We did one better and dingied trama nurse Judy and parametic Don over to their boat.
Don/Judy splinted/wrapped her ankle up and put it on ice, saying that something is broken.
Back at Firebolt, Colleen remembered about a marine rescue service in the BVIs:
https://visar.org/
As part of the fees to charter a boat, everyone has to pay $20 to this organization to support it.
We radioed Chis (Glenna's hubby) with the info.
He called on the VHF, and VISAR was there within 15 minutes from Road Town!
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| VISAR arriving |
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| Glenna being loaded on the tender |
https://youtu.be/rdbFhm39jkQ
LOL Ben saying "Bring me back a Big Mac"
Glenna had fallen down the steps from the main salon down to her cabin.
Something about slipping on a avacado.
She fractured her big toe in several places, and another bone in her foot.
Needless to say, Chris/Glenna's trip on the catamaran was over.
We were glad to hear that they stayed on land at a resort for several days before going to St Maartin and then home.
We later went to shore to check out the resort.
Dive shop.
Really nice gift shop
Coffee Bar
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| Walter and Colleen have a wet drink |
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| Chris and Tom from WYC |
Dinner was awesome
Saying good bye to our friends from Whitby
We were back to the boat by 21:30.
I took some photos of the lights of Road Town:
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