Several weeks ago when I had the 20 year old boys helping me out sailing the boat we had a boat follow us into the shallow entrance of the North Sound on Virgin Gorda. The next day we were sailing to Anegada and had a great sail, but I noticed with the direction the wind was coming we would have no chance of sailing into the channel and to my anchor spot. I decided since we had good light I would sail the boat through the reef giving us a better angle. We successfully sailed all the way to Anegada, through the moored boats, around a shallow area, and anchored at my favorite anchor spot….all without turning on the engines. Of course the boys did not really understand the difficulty in this, but the dad made sure to point out that none of the other boats there sailed in.
It was not until a guy in a dinghy came zooming up yelling “WHO ARE YOU GUYS? You’re my heroes!” that they got the significance of our sailing. This guy said he was the boat following us into the shallow area and his wife was screaming at him as the depth closed in on 6.5 feet, but he keep telling her “look they are going this way so there must be enough water for us”. The next day his wife said “look at that boat sailing in the reef, are they stupid?” and as he looked he realized it was the Guiding Light….the same boat he followed the day before. He started asking me how I knew where I could go. To which I explained that I have been in the Virgin Islands for four years and have gotten to know the waters fairly well.
I have to admit his admiration and praise made me feel pretty proud for several days.