Our arrival having slipped to stern less than a week ago and no good coffee having passed our lips, the streets beckoned us to stroll amid pedestrian and motor vehicle alike in search of a decent cuppa joe.
It’s early October and we’re on St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Early October is still hurricane season in the V.I., but an offer to join my sister on her honeymoon served up an opportunity to get out of town. Typing this I realize one thing: in retrospect, none of it seems like a good idea.
This article originally appeared in Good Old Boat magazine, issue 99, November/December 2014.
During the winter, when temperatures were well below zero, we decided to sell our modest 27-foot sailboat in hopes of upgrading to something with a bit more room. I have little respect for boat brokers, whose slick hard-sell attitudes are akin to nautical used-car salesmen. Although there may be exceptions out there, I have yet to meet any of the good ones. So off we went on our own . . . and boy did we receive a lot of interest.