Our best sailing days cannot be planned. Case in point: yesterday’s beautiful, perfect sail from the Tobago Cays to Bequia.
We’d hoped to stay in the Cays for a few more days as we continue to wait for our package to arrive in St. Lucia. Unfortunately, the swell kicked up and rolled the boat side to side all night long as we tossed and turned and waited for it to stop (it never did). By dawn, we’d had enough. The forecast said there was enough wind to put us on a comfortable beam reach all the way to Bequia. We couldn’t get the boat ready fast enough, although we were stumbling around to do so – it felt like we were stuck on agitator cycle.
Wind and wave forecasts are ballpark at best, it’s impossible to know what the day will bring until you’re actually out on the water. We raised the mizzen and the headsail. They filled with wind and we started moving along at 5 knots. We added a full main and gained another knot and a half. That’s about as fast as we get. We kept expecting the waves to grow bigger, but the seas stayed flat. Even Nico had a good day.
It was a gift. A sailing miracle.
It’s unusual for us to fly all three sails, turn on the auto pilot, and both leave the cockpit. But, with conditions this even, that’s exactly what we did. Days like this remind us of why we started sailing in the first place.