Boston, MA

After one night at home following my drive home from Kentucky, I was off again; this time with Kathleen to Boston for Danielle’s graduate school graduation.

Friday, May 15: We were up early and off to Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport’s Terminal 2 for our 7:00 AM flight on Sun Country Airlines. At the TSA security check, which was not at all busy, Kathleen and her carry-on luggage were pulled for further scrutiny. She got a full-body pat-down by a female TSA officer and her bag underwent testing that neither of us had ever seen before. It’s typical that our superfood/flax/psyllium/protein powder supplement mix (known in the family as “swamp scum”) gets flagged by the x-ray screener and is wipe-tested to check for illegal substances. When that was inconclusive, an agent retrieved a special briefcase, with three different reagents, to further analyze the compounds. The TSA agent had never used this kit before, and had a supervisor on speaker phone to walk him through it. They were friendly and professional and the whole experience was rather interesting—thank goodness that we had the extra time to spare before our flight.

That was the only excitement on our direct flight to Boston, and Danielle and Jay picked us up at Logan Airport’s Terminal E, which was noisy outside due to construction. We went straight to their apartment in Brighton, a western suburb of Boston named after the English city, and home to the New Balance shoe corporation and part of Boston College. We had lunch, relaxed, took a nap, went to the YMCA, ate dinner, watched television and read until bedtime. Map link: Brighton, MA

Saturday, May 16: Danielle’s graduation from the Boston University School of Public Health was at 9:30 AM, so we got ourselves ready and went to the BU Track and Tennis Center on campus. Danielle earned her Masters in Public Health after a two-year program, along with hundreds of other graduate students who earned advanced degrees. Following the ceremony, we enjoyed a light lunch and socialized at the outdoor tent reception on a beautiful sunny day. Map link: Boston University

After lunch and a change of clothes, we took a boat ride on the Charles River, then strolled along the beautiful riverfront Esplanade, stopping at a historical plaque on the Harvard Bridge honoring legendary escape artist Harry Houdini. On April 30, 1908, a handcuffed and chained Houdini plunged 30 feet into the frigid Charles in front of an estimated 20,000 onlookers to promote his upcoming performance at a local theater. He emerged, unbound and unscathed, after about 40 seconds. 

We walked back through the BU campus, then met Kathleen’s sister Scarlett, who lives in Somerville, for a celebratory dinner at Bar ‘Cino in Watertown, next door to the Armenian Museum of America, which was closed. After an amazing dinner we went back to Brighton, where I watched NHL playoff hockey until late in the evening. 

Harvard Bridge and Houdini plaque

Harry Houdini in 1908. Source: Bostonmagazine.com

Sunday, May 17: While I ran some morning errands, the others went to the YMCA, then we all went to brunch with Scarlett at Veggie Galaxy in Cambridge for a late Mother’s Day celebration. Kathleen, Danielle and I went sightseeing in Boston, first visiting the Massachusetts Statehouse. Completed in 1798 on land once owned by John Hancock, the attractive gold-domed structure on Beacon Hill fronts Boston Common. Across the street is the 1897 Robert Gould Shaw Memorial, a bronze relief sculpture of the Union Colonel leading the 54th Massachusetts Infantry, the second of more than 150 African-American regiments formed in the north. The son of wealthy Boston abolitionists and a tested combat veteran, Shaw was handpicked by Massachusetts Governor John Andrew to lead the regiment, which included two sons of civil rights leader Frederick Douglass. The 54th saw extensive action during the war, including the July 1863 assault on Fort Wagner overlooking Charleston Harbor, where Colonel Shaw was killed while leading the charge. The story was depicted in the 1989 Academy Award-winning film Glory, starring Matthew Broderick, Denzel Washington, Cary Elwes, Morgan Freeman and Andre Braugher. A reenactment group affiliated with the Massachusetts National Guard still marches in parades and celebrations, and I chatted with one of them at the memorial.

The 50-acre Boston Common is the oldest city park in the country and part of Boston’s “Emerald Necklace” of public green spaces and connecting waterways designed by landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted. Used as a cow pasture, military camp, public execution grounds, gathering space and finally parkland, it was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1972. The adjacent Boston Garden was the first public botanical garden in America, built on filled-in mudflats in the early 1800s. Fun fact: In the early 20th century, baby alligators were kept in a small basin near the Commonwealth Avenue entrance, and were fed rats and mice by residents. The tulips were in bloom, and the paths, gardens and historic swan boats, operating since 1877, were busy with folks enjoying the warm Sunday weather. In the northeast corner is a set of small bronze sculptures honoring Robert McCloskey’s classic children’s book Make Way for Ducklings, which was set in the park. The duck statues are typically dressed in seasonal costumes by locals. Map link: Boston Public Garden

“The Embrace” pubic art in Boston Common

Make Way for Ducklings sculptures in costume

Some guy named Washington—I guess he’s famous

Our last sightseeing stop was Cheers, the Boston bar whose exterior was seen in the NBC sitcom for 11 seasons between 1982 and 1993. Opened in 1969 as the Bull & Finch Pub, the basement establishment was named Boston’s best bar by Boston magazine in 1982 and soon after, the show’s creators considered it the perfect image for the opening sequence. By 1990, the bar was one of the top three tourist destinations in the city. In 2002, the owners struck a deal with the network and officially changed the name to Cheers. Today, it’s open for business, complete with a kitschy gift shop upstairs, which we perused. 

It was a hot afternoon (88F) and we were done sightseeing but not quite ready to return home. Across the street from Boston Commons was a multiplex movie theater, where we saw Devil Wears Prada 2 in air conditioned comfort, before heading back to Brighton, where Jay made us dinner.

Bonus Questions: Cheers trivia—Test your knowledge of the hit TV show (answers at end of post):

1. Which three actors appeared in all 275 episodes?

2. What was Sam’s profession prior to owning the bar? What was his nickname?

3. What was the name of Norm’s wife? 

4. What was the name of the seafood restaurant above the bar?

5. True or False: Nobody ever left the bar drunk.

Bonus Question Answers: 

1. Ted Danson (Sam), Rhea Perlman (Carla) and George Wendt (Norm) appeared in every episode of the series.

2. In the show, Sam “Mayday” Malone was a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox baseball team. 

3. Norm’s wife was named Vera.

4. The restaurant above the bar was Melville’s.

5. True. The producers and writers made it a point to never show anyone leaving the bar too drunk to drive home. The series was recognized by groups against drinking and driving for helping to promote designated drivers and responsible alcohol consumption.

Road Trip: Ohio and Illinois

I had to get back home, but wanted to see a few things on my return to Minnesota after sailing in the Caribbean. I left Mick and Sue’s farm outside of Walton, KY, and drove ten minutes down Beaver Road to Big Bone Lick State Park, a popular recreational and historic site. The name comes from the fossils of large mammals: mammoth, mastodon, elk, caribou and others that were likely drawn to the brine springs and salt licks here that provided necessary dietary minerals. I took a short hike to see the resident bison herd (and a cool snail), then I was on my way. Map link: Big Bone Lick State Park, Union, KY

I crossed the Ohio River, which separates Kentucky from Ohio, then stopped at the birthplace and boyhood homes of Ulysses S. Grant, commander of the Union Army during the Civil War and our 18th president. Born Hiram Ulysses Grant in Point Pleasant, OH, his initials were mistakenly switched to U.S. on his appointment to West Point. He served with distinction in the Mexican-American War, left military service, then rejoined at the outbreak of the Civil War. After conducting successful campaigns at Vicksburg and Chattanooga, President Lincoln gave him command of all Union armies, and Grant relentlessly pursued the Confederates under Robert E. Lee until the war’s end at Appomattox Court House, earning him the nickname “Unconditional Surrender” Grant. He and his wife Julia were invited to attend Ford’s Theater with Abraham and Mary Lincoln on April 14, 1865 (the night Lincoln was assassinated), but declined due to travel plans. Map link: U.S. Grant Birthplace, Point Pleasant, OH

Grant was unanimously nominated at the 1868 Republican National Convention and won the Presidential election in a landslide—at age 46, the youngest president yet elected. He easily won reelection in 1872, but his second term was rocked by scandal and corruption. In 1880, he pursued a third Republican nomination (it was allowed then) but lost to compromise candidate James Garfield, who was later assassinated after only 199 days in office. 

Ulysses S. Grant birthplace

Next I headed northeast to Columbus, the state capital and Ohio’s most populous city. Originally a collection of native settlements along the Scioto River, the city was named after explorer Christopher Columbus and became the capital in 1816. During the 19th century, it was a major manufacturing hub and center for organized labor—Samuel Gompers founded the American Federation of Labor here in 1886, and the United Mine Workers of America started in the old City Hall in 1890. Today, Columbus is home to Fortune 500 companies Cardinal Health, Nationwide Insurance and Huntington Bank as well as (The) Ohio State University. Established in 1870, it is the third-largest public university in the country, with nearly 67,000 undergraduate and graduate students. After a quick look around campus and a walking tour of Downtown Columbus—complete with statehouse selfie—I was back in the truck. Map link: Columbus, OH

Bonus Question: Which of these doesn’t belong? Mom, Dad, Sis, Bro. (answer at end of post)

I passed through Indiana, then spent the night somewhere in north central Illinois. The next morning I drove to Dixon, IL, the hometown of Ronald Reagan—actor, politician and our 40th president. Born in 1911 in nearby Tampico, Reagan, his older brother and deeply religious parents moved to Dixon in 1920. He relocated to California in 1937 at the age of 26, where he became a popular actor, president of the Screen Actors Guild and state governor in 1966. In 1980 he easily defeated incumbent President Jimmy Carter, survived an assassination attempt, and won reelection in 1984 against Carter’s vice president Walter Mondale in one of the most lopsided victories in American presidential election history, winning every electoral college vote except the District of Columbia and Mondale’s home state of Minnesota. The Reagan Era remains an important period in the American conservative movement, characterized by supply-side tax cuts, business deregulation, military buildup and the end of the Cold War. 

In the center of Dixon is the Reagan Peace Park, where a replica of the Berlin Wall is on display, complete with fake graffiti, to honor Reagan’s 1987 speech at the Brandenburg Gate in West Berlin, where he famously challenged Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev to “tear down this wall.” The citizens of Dixon tried to obtain a slab of the original wall, but were unsuccessful. In 2001, they decided to construct their own, and were able to procure a small chunk of the original, which is embedded inside.

On the north bank of the Rock River, I stopped by a statue of Captain Abraham Lincoln, as he appeared when serving in the Illinois Militia during the 1832 Blackhawk War. It is the only known statue of Lincoln in military uniform. Map link: Dixon, IL

Ronald Reagan boyhood home 

Reagan Peace Park

Captain Abraham Lincoln

Just outside of town in unincorporated Grand Detour, IL, is the restored home and blacksmith shop of John Deere, who built the first steel plow here in 1837, followed by many other implements that revolutionized farming. Originally from Vermont, Deere relocated to Illinois to escape bankruptcy proceedings. He set up a forge and developed a steel plow that he believed was better suited to the thick Illinois soil than the traditional cast iron. He was right, and within three years was selling 75 plows per year. Today, the historic site is operated by the John Deere Company, a Fortune 100 corporation headquartered in Moline, IL, with 2025 global revenues of $45.7 billion.

John Deere historic site

My last tourist stop was Galena, IL, where Ulysses Grant lived before and after the Civil War. After his first 15 years in the army, Grant moved to Galena in 1860 and joined the family leather goods business, but left for the Civil War the following year. After the war, Grant returned to a hero’s welcome in Galena, and was gifted the large brick home that the family had been renting. Three years later, he was off to the White House, and although he kept Galena as his legal residence, he only visited occasionally until his death in 1885 from throat cancer. While he lived in Galena a short time, Grant is the town’s most famous citizen—besides the restored historic home there is a Grant Museum, Grant Park, Grant Birthday Weekend celebration and an annual Civil War reenactment. Map link: Galena, IL

Crossing the Mississippi River at Dubuque, IA, I had a clear view of the Port of Dubuque Harbor, where Kathleen and I spent an enjoyable couple of days in September of 2023 aboard Dragonfly. Post links: https://dragonflyboating.blogspot.com/2023/09/wheres-your-mast.html and https://dragonflyboating.blogspot.com/2023/09/dubuque.html

Five hours and 270 miles later, I was back in the Twin Cities. I stopped by my mom’s apartment in Hopkins to say Hi, then went home to pack for a visit to Boston for Danielle’s graduation the next morning. This was a quick trip, but I’m glad that I got to see some new sites, and another state capitol.

Bonus Question Answer: Mom, Dad and Sis are palindromes; Bro is not.

BVI sailing: AIRSHOW redux

It’s not unprecedented, but rather unusual that I ever sail on the same boat twice when chartering. Now, it is expected in the British Virgin Islands, with my standing invitation as First Mate aboard AIRSHOW, John McSherry’s (Mick) Leopard 4200 three-cabin sailing catamaran in The Moorings’ fleet. Here’s my trip report from our latest voyage:

Tuesday, May 5: Mick and I were up at 3:00 AM to catch a 5:30 AM flight out of Cincinnati, OH. The main airport serving Cincinnati is actually in Northern Kentucky, about 13 miles from downtown, and the airport code, CVG, comes from Covington, KY, the nearest town when the airport first opened. We planned to fly to the islands a day early, as the availability of standby seats was better and it would give us time to check on the maintenance punch-list for AIRSHOW. We connected through Atlanta to St. Thomas, USVI, without any issues, and were feeling pretty smug and satisfied by flying standby for free, one of the perks of Mick’s employment with Delta Airlines. In St. Thomas, we had to wait more than hour for the ferry to Tortola, BVI, then cleared customs and arrived at The Moorings base in the early evening. Mick and I stowed our seabags, then explored Road Town on foot, looked for a restaurant, but didn’t find anything to our liking and went back to The Moorings casual dining restaurant for dinner. 

Towel art on our bunks

Wednesday, May 6: We slept until after the 5:45 AM sunrise, then Mick did charter/owner business and checked up on the yacht’s maintenance and repair items. The main issues were a leaking barbecue grill and an inoperative wind instrument, which the base maintenance folks got to work on. It was later in the spring than we’d ever visited here before and while the air temperature was in the mid-80s, about the same as on previous trips, the dew point was an oppressive 74F, far more humid. 

Starlink antenna above the helm
spoiled us with satellite internet  

We shopped for provisions at several grocery and liquor stores to get most everything on our list, then awaited John Prosen and Tim Chisser, our last two shipmates and Mick’s neighbors in Hayward, WI. When they were settled aboard, we went to the base’s pool bar for a complimentary rum punch, then ate a spectacular dinner at Charlie’s, The Moorings’ fine-dining restaurant. Map link: The Moorings, Road Town, Tortola, BVI

Tropical humidity, as seen in the grocery store coolers

Thursday, May 7: I awoke at 6:00 AM; it had rained overnight but I slept through it. I was the last one out of the bunk, and Mick, John and Tim were already at the helm training. We had coffee and tea aboard, went to the Island Roots Cafe on the base for breakfast burritos, then met Chartermaster Brad for our pre-underway checkout aboard Airshow. There were two more maintenance items that kept us at the dock: the cabin’s forward door latch fell off last night, and the starboard jib car broke during our morning orientation. Both were fixed within an hour or so, then we cast off the lines at 10:30 AM in 83F temperatures and a 15 mph east wind. We beat upwind into a light chop on the Sir Francis Drake Channel, known as Freebooters’ Gangway during the Golden Age of Piracy in the late 17th and early 18th centuries. The waterway was later named in honor of Drake, the most renowned privateer of the Elizabethan era. 

Bonus Question: What are the differences, if any, between pirates, privateers and buccaneers? (answer at end of post)

Mick set our initial daily speed record of 6.4 knots, we ate sandwiches for lunch underway, then motor-sailed past The Dogs until we arrived at the entrance to North Sound, Virgin Gorda. Around 3:30 PM, we picked up a mooring ball between Saba Rock and Bitter End Yacht Club at the far east end of the harbor, then called Rum Runner, a floating drink delivery service based in the Bitter End mooring field. Mick discovered them on his last trip in March, and had the silicone souvenir cups to prove it. Orders are taken over the phone, radio or by flagging down the delivery dinghy (which we did), then the frozen drinks are made to order in a solar-powered, soft-serve ice cream machine aboard the mother ship and brought to your boat, typically accompanied by rescue dog Drake or Sandy. After our ice-cold Rum Runners and Bushwackers, we swam and relaxed before taking our dinghy ashore to Saba Rock Resort, where we had a dinner reservation. Set on a one-acre island, the resort has been around since the 1960s, and includes a marina, waterfront restaurant, bar and sunset deck, spa, guest rooms, old phone booth, aquarium, and nautical museum, complete with a 16th-century boat anchor. Map link: Saba Rock, North Sound, Virgin Gorda

Rum Runner delivery w/ Sandy

Saba Rock Resort

The view from our dinner table

Friday, May 8: The trade winds blew steadily all night and the boat’s motion was familiar and made for easy sleeping. Our tank water tasted off before we left port and we were trying to use it up quickly, contrary to the cruising norm of always conserving water in the tropics. Another tenet that we willfully violated was running our watermaker in the mooring field. Many ports have dirty water that will clog the system’s membranes, but we were in 30+ feet of clear-looking water near a channel open to the Atlantic with few other boats around, so we went for it. John made eggs and sausage for breakfast, and we were entertained by watching the local diver conduct mooring ball maintenance. 

We got underway at 9:15 AM and motored a couple of miles to Prickly Pear Island for anchoring practice. The anchor didn’t grab on our first attempt and Mick heard a metallic noise coming from the port side when the engines were reversed. Concerned that there was a problem with the port engine, transmission, or sail drive, we called The Moorings base, and got their on-call North Sound mechanic to come check it out. Like our trip in January, the response time was impressive (less than 30 minutes) and we were relieved, and more than a little embarrassed, to get the diagnosis—the noise was coming from our barbecue grill. Before we left Road Town, the leaking grease tray had been replaced and the grill remounted to better clear the dinghy davits, but now something was rattling inside while the boat backed up. We probably could have figured this out for ourselves, but the mechanic was good-natured and also relieved that he didn’t have to do anything further. We resumed our anchoring drills, then went sailing, broad and beam reaching, with Tim tying Mick’s 6.4-knot speed record. 

Our intended anchorage for the night, Lee Bay on Great Camanoe Island, was attractive and deserted, but a foul odor coming off of an upwind pond quickly drove us away—John unofficially renamed this location “Loo Bay.” Our next choice was White Bay on Guana Island, but it was crowded and the mooring balls were too close together, with a significant risk of hitting another boat. Plan C was to anchor at Monkey Point, but we had to avoid coral heads close to shore and stay out of the way of the national park day moorings. We were careful and patient, finding a nice sandy spot in 12 feet of water, and when we snorkeled over the anchor, it was dug in textbook-style and guarded by a small yellow ray. Teachable moments: Always have a Plan C when cruising, and include it in your morning crew briefing. And inspect your anchor, if possible, to ensure that it’s set properly. Some late-afternoon rain squalls rolled through, a few boats came and went from the park moorings, and one tied up for the night (illegally)—I was somewhat irked by this but minded my own business. I’m pretty sure that we had a great evening, played Farkle (a dice game), Mick mixed drinks and made something delicious for dinner, but I really can’t remember. Teachable moment: Take better notes for the blog. Map link: Monkey Point, Guana Island

Ready to drop anchor

Rain squall, and the scofflaw that parked overnight 
on a day mooring. Yes, it’s a Moorings’ vessel. 

Saturday, May 9: It was a lazy morning, with carbon-copy weather from the day before—temperatures in the low 80s, east winds at 10-15 knots and blue skies dotted with puffy cumulus clouds. We ate yogurt, granola and berries for breakfast, then Tim and John swam in to shore near a small landing with a beach on the other side of the point. The anchor was hauled up at 10:15 AM, then we practiced some motoring drills under the protection of Monkey Point. We set sail, cleared Guana Island, and got into the open Atlantic Ocean and its two-foot seas. Mick hit a new speed record of 7.5 knots during a mostly-downwind leg, with plenty of jibing practice (“gybing” if you’re British). We stopped for lunch at Diamond Cay, enjoyed a nap, then Tim, John and I took the dinghy ashore to hike to the Bubbly Pool, a natural tidal pool with waves coming through an opening in the rocks. Map link: Bubbly Pool, Jost van Dyke, BVI. It was busy, with a large group of Americans present, but not at all bubbly, with very little surf coming in, presumably due to calm conditions and low tide. We hiked back to the dinghy, grabbed a drink at Foxy’s Taboo before returning to AIRSHOW. We motored over to Little Harbour on Jost van Dyke, picked up a mooring deep in the bay and sheltered from the waves. Mick made gin and tonics for happy hour, John cooked an amazing dinner of red snapper, pesto pasta and salad, followed by more Farkle until bedtime. Map link: Little Harbour, Jost van Dyke (Garner Bay on some charts and maps)

Sunday, May 10: I don’t remember exactly why we decided to sleep without air conditioning, but we left it off, which meant no generator running all night long. I enjoyed a peaceful night’s sleep, until the boat drifted and began banging against the mooring ball, and a passing rain shower woke me up again, but only long enough to close the overhead deck hatch. The overnight low was 77F and it stayed humid, but the steady breeze kept me comfortable and it was delightful to sleep aboard without the noise and vibration of the generator and air conditioners. 

As soon as the sun came up, the wind began building to 15-20 knots. We got underway at 8:30 AM, sailing under jib only for the five-mile hop to Soper’s Hole on the western end of Tortola. We grabbed a reservable mooring, but did not reserve it, and took the dinghy in for provisions two at a time, in case we had to vacate the mooring quickly. Map link: Soper’s Hole, West End, Tortola

We left Soper’s Hole (West End to locals) and got back into the Drake Channel between Tortola and St. John, USVI. Sailing under reefed main and full jib, Mick set a new speed record of 7.6 knots in 1-2 foot seas and 20-25 knots of wind. In the lee of Norman Island, we practiced heaving to, one of my favorite sailing maneuvers, then moored at Privateer Bay, trying out a new mooring ball pickup method—we grabbed the mooring pennant from the starboard hull rather than the main crossbeam at the centerline, which gave the skipper better visibility of the buoy on the final approach. There was excellent snorkeling at the southern end of the bay and we had plenty of free time to enjoy the water and scenery. Mick made old-fashioneds for happy hour, then jambalaya for dinner. We all played Farkle, then Mick and I stayed up late playing cribbage. Map link: Privateer Bay, Norman Island, BVI

Monday, May 11: Mick and I both logged online for the 7:00 AM BoatyBall scramble to nab a mooring at Cooper Island, probably the most popular anchorage in the islands. The excellent restaurant, cozy resort and proximity to Road Harbour make it a popular first or last night stop for a charter and the mooring reservations are typically gone within a minute. We both missed our first attempt at 7:00, but I got one on the second click and sure enough, everything was booked by 7:01. There are first-come, first-served moorings available, and they’re cheaper, but knowing you have a spot is comforting, and you aren’t watching the clock all day to get in early enough and not know for sure. It’s also safer, having witnessed (and participated in) boat drag races through the mooring field to get the last vacant buoy. 

At underway time, Mick practiced picking up a mooring ball by himself, which he made look easy, then we raised the sails. We turned northeast and beat upwind into a stiff 15-25 knot breeze in the Drake Channel, getting plenty of tacking practice and AIRSHOW pointing closer to the wind than I expected. Speed records were repeatedly smashed, topping out at 9.4 knots with yours truly at the helm.  

The vertical red lines on the jib are reef
points for higher wind speeds

At my request, we did a close approach of uninhabited Dead Chest Island, a legendary location in BVI pirate lore. The story goes that the pirate captain Blackbeard (Edward Teach) marooned a group of his men on the island as punishment, with nothing but a cutlass and a bottle of rum each. Thirst and hunger eventually drove those that hadn’t killed each other to escape by swimming to nearby Peter Island, but all drowned and washed up on the beach, known as Deadman’s Bay. The tale allegedly inspired Robert Louis Stevenson’s famous pirate shanty from his 1883 novel, Treasure Island:

Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

In fact-checking this story, I found no evidence that any of it was true, and couldn’t even verify that Blackbeard ever sailed in the Virgin Islands. Furthermore, charts existed with the name Dead Chest Island long before Blackbeard’s time—the name coming from the island’s profile, which somewhat resembles a coffin, called a “dead man’s chest” by seafarers. As for Stevenson, I found it far more probable that his novel—and the fictional peg-legged, parrot-toting antagonist Long John Silver—inspired the Blackbeard tale, rather than the other way around. It is also widely believed in the BVI (and promoted by the Board of Tourism) that nearby Norman Island was the inspiration for Treasure Island, which is possible, although Stevenson never visited any part of the Caribbean. Map link: Dead Chest Island, BVI

Dead Chest Island (center) and Deadman’s Bay (right)

We tied up to our BoatyBall, ate a late lunch, napped, swam and showered. Later we dinghied ashore for drinks at the Cooper Island Beach Club Rum Bar, followed by an amazing dinner with outstanding service at the club’s restaurant, probably our favorite place to eat in the islands. Back on AIRSHOW, we played more Farkle and enjoyed gin and vodka tonics before turning in early. Map link: Cooper Island Beach Club, BVI

Tuesday, May 12: Our alarms went off at 5:45 AM, and we cast off of our BoatyBall before 7:00 AM, arriving back at The Moorings base when they opened at 8:00 AM. We quickly offloaded, debriefed and caught a taxi to the ferry terminal for the one-hour ride back to St. Thomas, passing Little St. James Island, now infamous as a major location in Jeffrey Epstein‘s underage sex trafficking network. Map link: Little St. James Island, USVI

At the St. Thomas airport, we encountered the slowest and most frustrating security experience that I’ve ever had. The line wasn’t that long, but it took almost three hours to get through the USDA agricultural and TSA screenings, even with Pre-check. The area was hot, humid and overcrowded, the line moved slowly and people were on edge, worried about missing their flights. Airport officials advise passengers to arrive three hours before their flights, which seemed ridiculous for such a small airport, but we saw firsthand that it was sound advice. Because of the ferry schedule, three hours wasn’t possible for us;  2.5 hours was, and Mick and I missed our intended flight to Atlanta by 10-15 minutes. We arrived at the gate, watched the plane roll away and checked in with the gate agents about getting on the next flight. Things looked good, until they didn’t—the plane wasn’t full, but it was overweight, and couldn’t take extra passengers, Our only chance was if ticketed passengers were delayed by the slow security line and missed the flight, and I felt awful hoping for that outcome. It happened, and as we investigated other options to get off the island, our names were called. John and Tim were on the same flight and all four of us agreed that this was a terrible experience and that we would avoid flying out of STT airport again. We had a tight connection in Atlanta, and after saying goodbye to our shipmates, Mick and I made a mad dash through ATL’s huge facility, making it to our Cincinnati flight with about ten minutes to spare. We returned to Mick’s place in Kentucky around 10:30 PM, microwaved some White Castle sliders for dinner and went straight to bed. 

Casting off at Cooper Island

Making everything shipshape

Bonus Quiz: Test your knowledge of the seas (answers at end of post)

1. What sea does not touch any coastlines?

2. Which sea is really a lake? Hint: It’s extremely salty.

3. What modern sea is now nearly dry?

4. Where is the Sea of Serenity?

5. What do you call a lover of the seas and oceans?

6. What were the original “Seven Seas”?

More sunset pics:

Bonus Question Answer: A pirate is anyone who robs or attacks ships at sea. A privateer was a state-sponsored, quasi-military marauder licensed by a government to attack and plunder their enemies. Privateers occasionally violated their orders and seized vessels of nations not designated in their commissions, blurring the lines between privateering and piracy. Buccaneers were a type of pirate specific to the Caribbean. The name was derived from the French word “boucan,” an indigenous meat smoker. The original buccaneers were nomadic hunters on the island of Hispaniola who sold preserved meat to ship’s crews. When the Spanish tried to drive them out in the 17th century, the “boucaniers” turned to piracy and preyed on Spanish ships. The term was eventually Anglicized to its current spelling. 

Bonus Quiz Answers: 

1. The Sargasso Sea in the North Atlantic is bordered entirely by oceanic currents rather than land masses. It contains the islands of Bermuda and is recognizable by its bright blue water and yellow-brown floating Sargassum seaweed.

Source: Wikipedia

2. The Dead Sea is a landlocked, hypersaline lake bordered by Jordan, Israel and the West Bank. It contains 34% salt, 10x more than the ocean, and lies 1,443 feet below sea level, making its shores the lowest land on earth. Map link: The Dead Sea

3. The Aral Sea on the Kazakhstan-Uzbekistan border, began shrinking in the 1960s, when water from feeder rivers was diverted for Soviet-era irrigation projects. By the 2000s, it was 90% dry and its 1,100 islands gone. Map link: Aral Sea

Aral Sea before and after. Source: Wikipedia

4. The Sea of Serenity is located on the visible face of the Moon. It is a smooth plain, about 420 miles wide and was the site of the Apollo 17 landing in 1972.

Sea of Serenity (circled). Source: Wikimedia Commons

5. A thalassophile is a person with a deep love and emotional connection to the water. The word comes from the Greek thalassa (sea) and phile (love).

6. The phrase “Seven Seas” dates back to as early as 2,300 BC and was popularized by the ancient Greeks, who mainly sailed the Adriatic, Aegean, Black, Caspian, Mediterranean, Red Sea and Persian Gulf.