Bermuda to Hispaniola – dan
We’ve here, we’ve made it and it was a great trip. By “here” I mean Luperon harbor on the Norththern coast of the Isle Hispania, Dominican Republic. I’m a quite captivated and intrigued by Luperon and not sure where to start; with the place, or with the journey that brought us here. The place is overwhelming, especially after eight days of nothing but sea and sky. Not to minimize those two great galaxies of existence, but Luperon is a place, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. That said and in compliance to the pragmatic convention of first-things-first, I think I’ll start with the journey, less it works its way out of my mind. Not that I could ever forget this trip but time has a way of burnishing away details and sometimes it’s the details that make the whole interesting.
Before I get into the details of last crossing let me speak just a bit more about the place that we left; St. George’s Harbor Bermuda. It is as lovely a harbor as I’ve ever encountered, made all the more friendly by the people we met. One of those folks was Brian, the Commodore of the St George’s Dinghy club who welcomed us into the club’s facilities upon our arrival even though we weren’t staying with them. We ended up spending every second or third day sitting on their veranda enjoying happy hour, drinking dark & stormys and soaking in the view along with the rum in the company of sailors from around the world.
The view from St George’s Dinghy Club
It’s hard to leave such a lushly nice place as St George’s but as they say; all good things must come to an end and for us that end was signaled by a weather forecast which predicted reasonably good conditions for a journey south. The first favorable prediction in the past few weeks. Some thought that the inclusion of light winds in the middle of the passage forecast soured the window and cautioned that one would need enough fuel for 5 or 6 days of motoring in order to make it. We carry only enough fuel for 3 days but I felt confident in Gypsy’s exceptional light air ability and thought we’d be fine.
Day 1 – We were up at 6:00 in order to prepare Gypsy for sea, which happens to be a fair amount of work. At 8:00am we were at the customs office to clear out of the country and reclaim our firearms, which in our case was a flair gun. I wondered privately what they thought I might attempt with such a weapon, a bank robbery or perhaps the one flair revolution? Doesn’t matter, the law is the law and now that I had our flair gun back and departure documentation in hand we could now up anchor and head for the high seas.
We quickly raised anchor and shot out of the harbor followed by several boats that looked like many milkweed seeds shooting out of a pod and into the open sea. All of us carried by strong zephyrs of air and hearts full of hope. Most were headed to St Martin’s or the Virgin Islands and made a course just east of ours. We were the only vessel headed for the D.R. At noon, while Susan napped, I could still see eight sails out on the horizon, tiny scraps of humanity represented by insignificant looking bits of white cloth on a huge field of blue. We enjoyed a gentle 8-10kts of breeze out of the east in gently rolling 4’ – 6’ seas, nice!
My god, it was so beautiful out there. To describe it is simple; blue water, blue sky, puffy white clouds, white sails, the gentle rocking of the boat, the sound of the water as it swishes by the hull and the company of my love. But more than all that, it’s the simple enormity and permeating all encompassing serenity that impacts me so.
We started to sail amongst increasing larger strings of Sargassum seaweed that arrange themselves in a way that suggest colonies or at least large families. I know about Sargasum only from books; this is the first I’ve ever seen it. I’m surprised that no one mentions how beautiful it is; golden nuggets of life floating way out in the indigo colored sea. It has numerous little berry sized bladders that serve to keep it afloat. The mass of the plant lives in the water but it also has lots of delicate tendrils that reach up just out of the ocean toward the sky.
Our first night was a bit cool. I started out with a fleece pullover on and ended up adding a windbreaker over top of that and finally added a warm hat before the night was through. The sea temperature was 74° and the air temperature was about the same but the wind had built to 15-25 nmh. The sky was clear and dark blessing me with the sight of half a dozen meteorites.
That evening we transited an area that was marked on the chart as; “Military Practice Area”. I wondered what sort of “practice” might go on here and hoped that we wouldn’t find out. We then passed an area of open ocean that rose up from a depth of over 2 miles to just 217’ deep and had the ominous chart label of; “Fish Traps – Vessels should proceed with caution”. I’ve never seen a deep ocean fish trap. Along the coast they usually look like a line of sticks or polls rising out of the water but there they usually occurred in several feet of water. I wondered what the deep ocean variety would look like and if they could trap or foul a boat. It was a dark and moonless night, I hoped and prayed that we wouldn’t get a chance to find out.
The last curious area that we transited that evening was labeled on the chart as; “Submarine Exercise Frequently both surfaced and dived. A good lookout is to be kept for them when passing through these waters”. Sage advice, I’m sure. I know that military vessels sometimes run “black” (no lights) when at sea and that subs were particularly prone to stealth. I wondered what my chances were of spotting a sub on such a dark night as this and what sort of exercise they might be doing anyway; jumping jacks, sit-ups, push-ups?
Day 2 – This day alternated between rainsqualls and sunshine producing many beautiful rainbows. The wind blew 20 - 28 nmh out of the east and the seas were a moderate 8’ – 12’. We broad reached under a single reefed main and a partially reefed jib. We charged along all day that way, running with the wild horses of the sea, the endless herds of white caped waves. That evening was as squally as the day until about midnight when the sky cleared and the wind piped down to 14 – 18 nmh giving us a very serine ride through the darkness.
Day – 3 Started out with rainbows, eggs and home fries as passing squalls moved by and Susan made us a delicious breakfast. We both seem to eat less on passage, making what we do eat especially satisfying. The winds proceeded to quiet down to a pleasant 10 – 12 nmh and the sea lay down as the day progress into an absolute gorgeous creation complete with puffy clouds drifting across the blue sky above and the blue ocean below. The temperature of the sea climbed to 77° and we both took showers in the cockpit, which were every bit as delicious as the tuna salad that Susan made for lunch.
We haven’t been listening to music as much as we usually do on this passage. The sound of the ocean and the movements of the boat have been filling in nicely in that regard. It’s also taken me longer to settle in and relax. I think having it so vividly demonstrated by our last passage and that of the others, just how venerable we are out here is the reason. It’s also one of the reasons I do this, to experience that vulnerability and know that I am not the master of my universe, just a humble traveler trying to make my way as best I can. Regardless, it doesn’t help to be tense about it. It finally sinks in that whatever will happen, will do so, weather I’m tense or not, so why not relax. So tonight, this third night as sea with a beautiful clear sky full of stars, including shooting stars, one the likes of which I have never seen before, my tension melts away and I’m able to accept a greater sense of peace.
It also finally settling in that I’ve retired. Not that I don’t expect or want to work again, I do. I’ve always been productive, even when not employed. What I’m feeling is that I’ve earned enough “bread money” for this lifetime and don’t need to seek employment in order to feed or shelter myself as long as I live modestly. That opens me up to the pursuit of endeavors that are driven more by interest that monetary rewards. That is a deliciously liberating feeling for me. I’m also able to enjoy a much less structured and even whimsical life, which is truly a delight. For me, one of the coolest aspects of this whole journey is that I haven’t a clue as to where we’ll fetch up once we decide to resume a land-based life. I am hoping to build another house. I built one years ago that, other that being fully passive solar, was fairly conventional. Susan and I have learned a lot about being self-sufficient already and I’m sure that we’ll learn more as we go forward. I’m looking forward to incorporating as much of that knowledge as possible in the next house. I’m envisioning a place, that along with blending in with its natural surroundings, will produce most, if not all, of its power needs; catch rainwater, grow food and have its own unique and hopefully magical nature.
Day 4 – This day dawned clear and bright with pink-fringed clouds completely encircling us and a clear blue sky above. We must have been right in the middle of huge high-pressure system, which the barometer as well as the accompanying light, 6 – 8 nmh winds confirmed. That light wind pushed us along at a very pleasant 4 – 5 nmp of boat speed. We road the long, 6’ – 8’ ocean swells that were headed in our direction. The previous days swells had also been gentle, but larger, 10’ – 14’ with long periods (large spacing between waves) that made them quite pleasant. At about 10:30 am we reached the halfway point of the passage, 410 nm from the D.R.
In the afternoon our breeze died to nothing, ending the longest single-tack run of sailing that I’ve ever done. Reluctantly we had to break the peace and serenity of the quiet ocean with our diesel engine, something we both hate to do. About this time we noticed that the sea temperature had risen to 79°. As we made our way south toward the warmer waters of the Caribbean I wondered how things were going weather wise in New England, what kind of weather were they experiencing. It was getting pretty cold when we left there over three weeks ago. For us, it seems that our summer is just getting started.
After a few hours of motoring the wind came back up to a very faint 3 -5 nmh. We cut the engine, unfurled the jib and started sailing again at a very sweet 2 mph of boat speed. When I checked the chart I saw that the here ocean was over three miles deep. That’s hard to imagine but then, hey, we weren’t planning on anchoring anyway, so it really didn’t matter.
The day had been of such a singular beauty, so amazing in fact that it was the first day the neither if us took a nap in spite of having been up half the night. I think that neither of us wanted to miss any of it. One might think that days might drag on during an ocean passage but for us it seemed the opposite. Later on we passed within two miles of another sailboat on a northeast track, the first we’d seen since leaving Bermuda. We hailed them on the VHF but got no response.
That evening, on my first watch, the night sky was extraordinary. The sea was flat calm with just the tiniest amount of ground swell. The wind was 3 – 3.5 nmp causing us to ghost along at 2.5 nmp. It wasn’t much in the way of boat speed but we were reluctant to break the great piece of the ocean by starting the diesel and so were grateful for even the modest zephyrs that continued to bear us along.
Day 5 – Started with another gorgeous sunrise. The sea temperature had dropped two degrees over night, which pulled the air temperature down with making it feel a bit cooler. The wind came up a bit to 4 – 5 nmp and we continued to glide along peacefully. Later the wind increased to 8 nmp but unfortunately it was, as they say, on the nose, forcing us to start tacking to windward, which we did, grateful for the wind that we got. In the afternoon we rigged the sun shower from a halyard on the foredeck. Previously we have been using it in the cockpit but the day was so beautiful and with no neighbors for probably hundreds of miles I thought it would be nice to bathe out in sunlight and fresh air and indeed it was. We washed ourselves in rainwater that we had caught and heated by the sun. We then dried off in radiant goodness directly from the sun surrounded by the deep blue sea below and clear blue sky above, truly children of nature.
The air was particularly clear today providing excellent visibility making the vastness of the surrounding ocean seem even greater. It’s been surprising to me how little life we’ve seen on this trip. No dolphins, no fish, just a couple of sea birds (Fulmars) and sargassum seaweed. I’d never traveled and seen so little signs of life.
In the late afternoon we both went up on the deckhouse to watch the sunset, which was spectacular. We’ve started watching for the famous green flash phenomena where a flash of green can be sometimes observed over the setting sun just as it dips below the horizon. Susan has seen it before but I’ve only read of it. No flash tonight but no worries, it was an incredible light show anyways and there is always the hope for tomorrow.
It was a busy night for ships, we saw several on the AIS (automatic identification system) and three came close enough to see visually. The wind backed around to the south and gradually filled in. Could this be the much anticipated and hope for tradewinds? Time would tell.
Day 6 – The winds in the east continued to hold giving us a gentle 7 nmh push toward our destination. Susan made Johnnycakes for breakfast, mmmmmmm. Later I saw the first flying fish of the passage. Around noon today the sea temperature jumped up to 81° from the 77° that it had been holding at. That afternoon we finished the book we had been reading to each other (Northern Borders by Howard Mosher). It's a wonderful book and with tears in our eyes we read the last few pages, trading the book back and forth frequently as each of us in succession got too choked up to read.
This passage or any passage for that matter is a lot like life; your start out with the best intentions but even so you never know how it will go until it’s done and your anchor is down in a safe harbor. Things had been going exceptionally well but we still had a lot of deep water to cross to reach our safe haven.
The sixth night out was uneventful except for the sky, which was magnificent and still producing shooting stars. We beam reached through the heavens propelled by 9 – 12 nmp of steady winds which by this time I felt surely must be the trade winds.
Day – 7 This day dawned clear and bright. If this wind would hold we would make our first waypoint of the passage, which marked the entrance to the Silver Bank Passage late this afternoon or early this evening. It is through this passage that we transited the reefs of the island nation of Turks and Caicos, which lay about 60 miles north of Hispaniola.
There had been lots of time for reflection on this pleasant passage; clear open headed, long ranging thoughts. It’s been a good life for me and the fact that it is getting better is the long-and-short of all that reflecting. That and the importance of staying true to oneself and not giving up on what you determine is important.
It looked like we were going to make landfall at about 3:00am. We didn’t want to attempt to navigate the reefs into the harbor in darkness so we started reefing in the sail in an attempt to slow the boat down which at this point was cruising along at 7 – 8 nmp. First we put a second reef in the main, but that didn’t do much. Next we dropped the main altogether but even that didn’t make much of a dent in our boat speed as we were still going about 6.5 nmp. Gypsy must have had a bad case of barn fever because she just didn’t seem to want to slow down. Finally we rolled up half the jib and got her down to 5.5 nmp – better, but not slow enough to keep us from making Luperon before sunrise. At 2:30 am we were 7.5 nm off the coast of Hispaniola and incredibly we could smell the island in spite of a strong 15 nmp side wind. It was an earthy smell mixed with a smoky overtone of wood fire, a lovely scent to us.
We tacked on and off the coast until it became light enough for us to make a safe entrance into this unmarked and poorly charted harbor. Susan had done an incredible job of standing the longest watches through the night in order to allow me to be fresh as possible for the entrance. At 7:00 am we rolled up the sails, fired up the diesel and took the extra lashings off the anchor. As we made our entrance into the harbor and were searching for a spot to anchor a cruising woman passing by in her dinghy, warmly welcomed us to Luperon and offered to pick us up some fresh vegetables as she was headed to the farm market. That was our first welcome into this enchanted harbor, the first of many. We anchored in 12’ of water near the mangroves at the east end of the harbor and then made our way in to see the customs, immigration and agriculture officials. We had heard and read horror stories about checking in at Luperon but we didn’t find it too bad. Yes we probably paid ten dollars more that we strictly should but we shrugged it off and hoped it would be put to some good.
Luperon harbor
We then took the short walk into town and in the process seemed to have stepped into another dimension or time period the likes of which I’ve never seen before but that’s another story…
Oh and about the fuel thing; we used less that 10 gallons of diesel for the entire passage and came in with 60 gallons left in the tanks.