We finally headed north. We moved up to St Pierre on Martinique to stage for our next Trip north. St Pierre is the town that was blow away by Mt Pelee in 1909. We went to the bakery, checked out and left about 3:30 AM. Why do I do that. Well we had decided not to stop in Dominica and go straight to Les Saintes. 12 hours. They are a small group of nice island just south of Guadeloupe WFI. They are one of our favorite places. It also has a good grocery store and great laundry. Two very important things for a cruiser. The plan was to spend a Thanksgiving here and leave Monday.
We had a very blustery Sail up here and did not want to repeat that sail. We were to sail to Deshaies to stage for going to Antigua. We have about a 5 mile run between Les Saintes and Guadeloupe, then up the Lee Side of the island. All about 25 miles. Well, we got ready, listen to our weatherman and had real second thoughts. We can stand on deck and look across to Guadeloupe and it looked Rough. Real rough. We are not in a big rush, and we do remember the trip here. We decided to stay. Later that day one of our cruising buddies came in and said it was rough. We also heard on the radio there we gusts to 60 in the little crossing. We sailors do exaggerate on occasion, especially about heroine passages. Three other boat buddies came in later that day and posted pics on Facebook. Those showed we made the right decision. So, here we are planning to leave Tuesday.
It is actually Sunday morning. Why am I doing this on Sunday. I have wifi.
Oh yea the Whale. This was a highpoint of the whole cruise. Everybody we know has seen whales…, but us. Well after a rough crossing in which we rolled 20 degrees with each set of swells, and 30 degrees every 5 minutes and into the 40’s 3 times. Those are scary. We got to the lee side of Dominica. Nice flat water. About half way up the island I see what looks like a capsized fishing boat. I slow down and the back begins to rise up as if the boat was sinking. All of a sudden huge flukes rise out of the water and the whale sounds. Not like a noise, but diving towards the bottom. There was another that surfaced right ahead and exhaled, as in “thar she blows”. It stayed on the surface till it was hard to see. They were big. Bigger then our boat. We had seen a pilot whale last year, but they are small. These were the real thing. Of course we are both standing there dumb founded and never think of taking pictures. They were our whales to see anyway. And yes the trip from Dominica to Les Saintes was almost as rough. No 40 degree rolls, but enough 30’s to keep the heart rate going.
Well, we are moving to a different anchorage for a couple days. I need to get the boat ready to go.
We moved to iffy wifi. It is