**03 February 2017**
Greetings from Grenada. We returned as scheduled to Brilliant and found little had changed in the week we were gone. The anchorages are generally quiet and sparsely populated this time of year, except when the annual Genada Sailing Week regatta roars into town.
For one solid week racers from around the Caribbean roll in and race in various classes, and numerous boats with loyal spectators follow. The marina at Secret Harbour played host to the Regatta festivities this year so naturally the anchorage in Mt. Hartman bay has quickly filled up. That means that when the marina dock space is exhausted the remaining boats must find space around the harbor to anchor securely, or sometimes not so securely.
While Carrie decided to let me sleep through the whole exciting episode, I noted during my regular awake time after midnight that a new boat was anchored a bit close off our port quarter. Not too worried because the unusually strong winds we were experiencing were not expected to clock around, I returned to bed after some reading.
The next morning as I noted a flag from Barbados on the transom, Carrie related how the boat had drug anchor in those strong winds during the early evening, bearing down on a neighbor’s boat on another mooring. Our neighbor called for assistance on VHF in finding the boat’s Skipper at the regatta party, as it seemed the Skipper’s wife (alone aboard at the time) didn’t know how to get the engine started.
Someone found the partying Skipper and he re-anchored for the night, but I dinghied over when I saw stirring in the cockpit to politely inquire about his plans for the coming days. Boats anchored among other boats on moorings can often pose a problem because they have much more scope of chain and rode paid out, making their swing circles much wider than their moored neighbors.
The owner expressed a strong desire to find a mooring and I gave him names of two locals who managed the moorings in the harbor. As we watched them pull up their anchor, which had again started to drag as the morning winds rose, it became obvious that among the three people onboard, the owner was the only one experienced in operating the boat. He was yelling orders and running between the cockpit and bow with his two crew struggling to help.
As I made a move towards our dinghy to offer some much needed assistance, one of the locals rushed out of the harbor to shepherd the visiting yacht to a mooring and help them get secured.
We’re certain that all personnel on board the visiting yacht are happier securely moored in this unfamiliar harbor, as are their neighbors.
While Carrie and I have established our respective roles in performing the various functions of operating Brilliant, we often take time to cross train one another in the unlikely event that we may have to perform those evolutions alone or with those less familiar with Brilliant. We both acknowledged today that that was a good practice to continue.