Good news: no museums, cathedrals, battlefields nor cultural landmarks to report today. Just some really nice sailing this morning, a fun lunch, a hike to the Bubbly Pool, a quick dip and then a quick motor segment to our overnight mooring (actually, anchorage) in Great Harbor on Jost Van Dyke island, the easternmost island in the BVI.

Breakfast was another go on the French toast at 8 AM. Our original plan was to get to Jost Van Dyke immediately upon leaving Cane Garden Bay this morning. But the winds were favorable so we opted instead to turn to a beam reach and sail on a north-north-easterly course for half an hour. Jeff assigned Carter to tend the rigging and me to take the wheel so I got some good experience handling the boat, holding a course, tacking and jibbing. The weather, as usual, was perfect.

We finally made it to Little Jost Van Dyke island noonish and decided all hands would be well served by a bite to eat. The dinghy, piloted by the ever capable Carter, brought us to the B Line Beach Bar, a sandwich and bar shack with picnic tables. We all had cheeseburgers, one of three menu options, one of the other being hamburger.

Next a dinghy trip across the bay to Jost Van Dyke island proper for a 30-minute hike up and down the side of a hill to Bubbly Pool. For those who’ve been to Mount Desert Island, ME, think of Thunder Hole, except in this case there’s a pool where the incoming waves break with great force, but without the boom for Thunder Hole. Carter did body surfing every time a big wave made its appearance. Great fun. Back on board, the guys opted for a quick dip to wash off the trail dust we picked up. Judy showered.

It took maybe 45 minutes to get to Great Harbor, motoring all the way. Winds were light and our interest in setting sails, only having to lower them was equally light.

All mooring balls were occupied so we opted to anchor instead, which worked out fine. On the way, Judy and I squeezed limes (14 of them) and lemons (2) while the simple syrup boiled so that, upon arrival, Jeff could make up his homemade margaritas. Great tasting and powerful. I took a brief nap on the fantail while others did I know not what.

Then off to dinner ashore at Foxy’s, a fairly large establishment, all outdoors, with loud island music and pretty good food. Service was “island time” slow, so it took us over two hours without hitting the desert menu. But it was fun anyway. Jost Van Dyke is a party island – lots of 30 and 40-somethings in fairly large groups (6 to 10) having a wild time. There must be a whole lot of grandparents watching the kids most of them probably left behind.

Back home, we played a few hands of Skyjo and Swoop but it’s been a busy day in the sun and everyone is tired and ready for bed.