I can see Saba
off in the distance, a silvery, ghostly mountain rising from the sea. The enigmatic red schooner (60-footer or so, maybe bigger) that has been anchored out in the bay since we arrived has weighed anchor
and is on the move, motoring in to the dock
. It’s reminiscent of a William Garden design, but the sheer line is so banana shaped that I wonder if it’s from someone’s backyard.
There is an enormous black square-rigged schooner here as well, and the skippers seem to know each other. Soon after the red schooner motored in, the black one weighed anchor
and headed in as well, and now they’re at the dock
Phillipsburg is a wonderful place populated with quirky and fascinating characters. We spent last night boozing with a norweigan, a romanian, an irananian, and a bartender from dominica
. Most everything shuts down at 9 p.m., which is why I’m up so early looking out over the bay.
The two very large yachts aside, I am quite surprised by the prevalence of schooners anchored out iin Great Bay. They are pretty and I bet they are hell on a reach!
The first cruise ship
of the day is coming around Fort Amsterdam
. When that ship ties up, this quirky wonderful little town will transform into a giant vacuum, sucking up dollar bills and spitting out sunburned and drunken tourists.
We’re headed over to Carnival this afternoon, there will be few tourists there.
Still hoping to have beers with fellow sailors.