Still not wide awake, at 05h00 with just the light of the
day over the water, we left the bay, looking at the yacht we saw last night,
fast asleep as if nothing happened. Everything started off peacefully, with the
wind fluky but steady. As soon as we left the shadow of the land, a steel grey
squall was awaiting us. We reefed the main and genoa in wait, then the wind at 46 knots hit us. While further
reefing the genoa the rain slammed down on me and Joe, and I couldn`t open my
eyes with the raindrops slamming painfully into my eyes and over my body! The
waves crashed over Catlyn, but this girl of ours steadily stood by her women
hood, stood her ground or rather her seas. Thank you for our solid yacht!
Remember I told you about the little town who was hit by the Volcano, Mt. Pelee in 1902? We are back and I can`t wait to walk through this little French town, picking up the energy of a lot of people who died in the anger of the volcano…
The wind subsided to an average of 20 -25 knots as we sailed
towards the island in the white mist of some more rain. It is still the dry
season, believe it or not! The swells were big on our beam, but we reached the
bay of St Pierre in good time.
Remember I told you about the little town who was hit by the Volcano, Mt. Pelee in 1902? We are back and I can`t wait to walk through this little French town, picking up the energy of a lot of people who died in the anger of the volcano…
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