There are many things you have to get used to when living on a boat and over the past week they have all come back to me. All of the little tricks of opening and closing cupboards or saying goodbye to left and right and welcoming port and starboard. It also came back to me the concept of the "high highs" and the"low lows". Throughout my life of sailing I have come to realize that things can either be really wonderful or really awful. Now this can be said for any lifestyle at a given time and god knows I feel like this sometimes in Toronto but it is a constant with the sailing lifestyle. It's either really good or really bad.
Life in St. Martin was amazing. We all slowly fell into our familiar daily boat routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, work on something (for me it would be school work for others it would be boat work), go out for happy hour, eat dinner and then do some family activity. After not living in the same house as each other for 3 months, everyone was craving this sense of synchronicity. I love having my own room again and having the freedom the Caribbean allowed. I also love having my brother around. In St. Martin we quickly realized that no one really cared what your age was and you could pretty much buy or do whatever you wanted which was definitely a welcomed treat. After spending a week in St. Maarten we decided it was time to take to the seas and move to the next island.
The next island was St. Barts. None of us had been there before so we really had no idea what to expect as we pulled up into this completely shocking anchorage. It wasn't shocking in a bad way but just in a unique way. After being in lush St. Maarten it was a surprising to pull up into an anchorage that was surrounded by rocky hills and cactuses. It was gorgeous. Crystal clear waters and cliffs all around. Alex and I soon decided we needed to go explore and after a bit of liquid courage we were ready. After deploying the kayaks we made our way to the main beach. Once on the beach we found 2 hippies having a hard time getting their dinghy ashore. We gave them a hand and had soon made some friends to go exploring with. These 2 were great. They both had hair past their shoulders and were just a couple of buds looking to have a good time. We picked the highest cliff we could find and scaled it. And then another. And then another. As the sun started to go down, it was time to get back to the boat. The night consisted of swimming, cooking and a little performance to top it off. At the end of the night all four of us gathered on the front deck. Alex with his guitar and I with my ukulele. A family jam session under the stars. That is what I call a high high.
Yet the next day we decided the weather was good enough to sail on to St. Kitts. HAH. What a load of horse s***. We pulled anchor and were on our way, and that is when our high high turned into a low low at the drop of a hat. With high winds right on the nose, we spent hour after hour bashing right into the waves and swinging back and fourth. Making it an extremely uncomfortable sail. The constant salt spray anywhere you sat, so that you could never REALLY get comfortable, was just the cherry on top. Oh and also the fact that we couldn't even use the auto pilot because of the direction of waves meant that Captain Dad had to hand steer making him even crankier than usual. When we arrived, we found that the anchorage we had chosen to stop at in Nevis was abnormally rolly. Resulting in everyones bad nights sleep. And that my friends, is what I call a low low.
The price you pay to have the high highs!
Stay posted for more teenage complaining ;)