After checking out of the British Virgin Islands (BVI) at
the west end of Tortola, Motivator made the short hop (9 NM) over to Coral
Harbor on the east end of St. John.
There is no US Customs station in Coral Bay, but we were able to check
in using the Small Vessel Reporting system (SVR). I will go into deeper detail about the US’s
SVR system in a subsequent posting.
Of course, our first stop after ensuring our anchor was
secure was Skinny Legs Bar & Grill. After the “vacation” pricing in the BVIs,
Skinny Legs was a welcome change. Two-thirds
of St. John is National Park and the remaining third seems to have become the home
of US citizens seeking an alternate lifestyle.
Although I am usually the only guy over fifty without a
ponytail, we enjoy the laissez-faire atmosphere of the small enclave. Unfortunately, that attitude extends into the
anchorage which is cluttered with derelict boats and squatters attached to “private”
moorings that leave little room for the occasional transit boat.
After lunch we returned to find that the small fenders we
had anchored a good distance behind was actually the “private” mooring for a
rather large and dilapidated excursion boat.
Although the captain was courteous, he wanted us to move as much as we
wanted out of there. He started his
engine and moved aside on the “private” mooring so that we could pull Motivator’s anchor up.
Our initial plan after being evicted from Coral Harbor was
to scoot over to the west side of the island and into Cruz Bay where we had
been before. However, as we rounded Rams
Head on the southeast corner of the island, we spotted an available mooring in
Salt Pond Bay. A quick check of our
guidebook ensured it was a National Park Service mooring (see; archived
posting, Golden Age Card, March 11, 2013), so we grabbed it.
Sunset from Salt Pond
Bay
We found Salt Pond to be lovely. The well protected little cove with deep
water was very quiet. So, we splurged
and stayed two nights paying the park service $7.50 per night for the mooring.
Small visitor behind Motivator
The shore was too rocky for our dinghy, so we swam from the
back of Motivator to shore to do a
little hiking. The rocks pictured above
would rattle as the surf receded.
Cruise ship pulling
into Charlotte Amalie ahead of Motivator
After enough communing with nature, we left St. John for St.
Thomas and the port at Charlotte Amalie.
It is definitely a cruise ship town, but it still retains a certain
charm that manages to escape all of the jewelry stores and T-shirt shops.
The Amber Waterfall
Pollie had been waiting all year to visit the amber museum once again, and
was very disappointed to find out that it had closed and the collection had
been shipped to Germany. Oh well, she
did manage to find a couple of pieces in one of the many gift shops.
Pirates make good
neighbors
When we visit Charlotte Amalie, we like to anchor near the
pirate ships’ moorings. We find that
after a hard day of pirating and taking the cruise ship passengers on
adventures, the pirates return to shore and the pirate boats are then quiet
neighbors.
During the day, after some hurried preparation, the pirates
rush off to indoctrinate another load of sun burnt want-a-be pirates.
Our entertainment was more sedate. We went to the local supermarket for provisions
and to Hooters for Internet access.
View from a “dollar safari”
at another “dollar safari”
Like many of the islands, St. Thomas has a network of
independent busses. Here they use ¾ ton
trucks with five rows of seats mounted where the bed should be. Driving on the left with left hand drive
vehicles allows the curb side to be open for easy ingress/egress and the driver
is on the correct side to collect your dollar.
Bus selfie
Evidently there is an official bus system, but like any many
places the public system is not reliable.
The “dollar safari” seems to have taken over. Washington, DC, please take note.
American Yacht Harbor
We rode the “dollar safari” out to Red Hook at the east end
of the island. Approximately 16 years
previously we had sat in the same booth using walkie-talkies to direct the
cleaning of the charter boat by our son and his cousin. They had been less than congenial crew mates
on our charter so we had them clean the Island Packet sailboat upon return. We laughed as they could not figure out where
we were watching from.
Unfortunately in Charlotte Amalie we had to say goodbye to our friends
Jeff and Izzy on our sister ship the Izzy
R. They have been our friends and
sometimes travel companions for almost three years. As we head north back to the states, they
have elected to continue cruising the Caribbean. Fair seas and cheap diesel.