Today I had to choose whether to head south to Dominica or slowly make my way back north towards summer storage for Zanshin. As I’d had a couple of offers for work already I opted to return north and set sail in the morning heading for Deshaies and hoping that the north swell in the weather prediction was somewhat exaggerated and that the anchorage there would remain calm. The sail was spirited for the most part, although I did need to motorsail for parts of it when the wind died or went back-winded.
Deshaies was still pretty full and I anchored quite far out in the hopes that nobody would drop their tackle over mine and that I could leave at sunrise the next morning as planned. Of course my plans were dashed, twice but the boats relocated. I did watch a couple of boats, one flying a “ARC” flag (meaning they’d crossed the Atlantic on the ARC race), attempt to anchor numerous times and wondered if the holding was really that bad or if they were doing something wrong.
I cleared out of France at the store ashore and enjoyed a fresh baguette with French Brie as an appetizer for my dinner (slow-cooker ribs sauce with rice).
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