|Relaxing at The Bitter End Yacht Club before our journey to St. Martin.|
We tried to check out Saturday to leave Sunday afternoon but couldn't because once you check out, you have to leave within 12 hours. So we dutifully returned the next morning. In addition to paying an extra $5 for overtime, we discovered that the Customs officer had called in sick. The Immigration officer did his thing but wasn't supposed to use the Customs stamp. Not having the stamp on our document would have left us less than legal. Fortunately, he took pity on us and accidently 'dropped' the Customs stamp on our document, probably a serious infraction.
|Hike up a steep trail at the Bitter End Yacht Club.|
We walked around The Bitter End Yacht Club so we could get some exercise before we took off on our overnight voyage to St. Martin. Matt spent some time there 20 years ago and like most places in the Caribbean it has become much more developed. He reminisced with a groundskeeper from a neighboring resort about what St. John used to be like 30 years ago.
We left around 4 p.m. for the 80 mile journey to St. Martin. The winds were coming pretty much from the direction we wanted to go and the seas were big and choppy. Matt bore off several degrees so we could get some help from the 25 knot winds. We motor-sailed with one engine for the first several hours and then sailed until we got within 18 miles of St. Martin the next morning. At that point, we were sick of getting beat up by the waves and decided to head straight to our destination, motoring the rest of the way. This trip made us very grateful for the 600 miles of easting we gained in settled seas and weather going from The Bahamas to Puerto Rico.