***Update. We got to the boat and the highest wind speed it recorded was 59.8 knots. I sneeze faster than that! lol
Well, wouldn't you know it?
We made the decision to bring Skipping Stone up from Carriacou because the hurricane season was swiftly approaching. Boating things being what they are, it took longer to get underway than planned and it was almost a month into the season by the time my wife and her crew got underway. Oh well. I've made dozens of deliveries from St. T. to the East Coast well into July, without too many problems.
Of course, that was before satellite weather and all this fancy gear, like chartplotters, et al. Had I known what I do do today, I doubt I'd have been quite so cavalier about "early" season deliveries through the Bermuda Triangle!
Anyway, things turned out Ok. Skipping Stone hove-to for a day or so and then, when properly positioned, rode Claudette's coat tails up the East Coast toward Newport. Actually, they did great. 2200 nautical miles in 14 days, 2 of them hove-to!
Arriving up here, I thought I was finally able to completely relax and blow off hurricane season for the first time in a dozen years or so. Ha, ha, ha.
Henri's eye came ashore around 20 miles from where Skipping Stone is sitting, high and dry fortunately. But we still went there (1.45 hours driving each way) and removed sails etc, in that miserably hot and humid day preceding a cyclonic system.
So, once again Neptune had the last laugh. Good thing the black box was full, even if Skipping Stone is for sale.
Well, wouldn't you know it?
We made the decision to bring Skipping Stone up from Carriacou because the hurricane season was swiftly approaching. Boating things being what they are, it took longer to get underway than planned and it was almost a month into the season by the time my wife and her crew got underway. Oh well. I've made dozens of deliveries from St. T. to the East Coast well into July, without too many problems.
Of course, that was before satellite weather and all this fancy gear, like chartplotters, et al. Had I known what I do do today, I doubt I'd have been quite so cavalier about "early" season deliveries through the Bermuda Triangle!
Anyway, things turned out Ok. Skipping Stone hove-to for a day or so and then, when properly positioned, rode Claudette's coat tails up the East Coast toward Newport. Actually, they did great. 2200 nautical miles in 14 days, 2 of them hove-to!
Arriving up here, I thought I was finally able to completely relax and blow off hurricane season for the first time in a dozen years or so. Ha, ha, ha.
Henri's eye came ashore around 20 miles from where Skipping Stone is sitting, high and dry fortunately. But we still went there (1.45 hours driving each way) and removed sails etc, in that miserably hot and humid day preceding a cyclonic system.
So, once again Neptune had the last laugh. Good thing the black box was full, even if Skipping Stone is for sale.
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