We’re still finding time to skate. Once arriving in Montsarrat we soon found this little gem we called Tetanus Skatepark. A wrecked barge of gnarled, twisted, rusted steel that moves a little with the swell. I’m pretty sure we were the first ones to sk8 there and it was pretty rough. It was quite a scene retrieving the boards. The surging current ripping through gaping holes in the hull sucked my carbon fiber deck into the twisted death scraps after one of Dizzy’s rib bashing attempts. Big ups to the patriotic kiwi, Kahlil and his whale-like lungs for getting the trapped board.
Before leaving St. Maarten, while the rest of the crew was resting up for our overnight sail, I was frothing to go. So I used my anxious energy to go up the mast for a view from the upper spreader. Our new generator, “Windy Spins” worked great, whistling along quietly reminding us of her eco-conscious work ethic. She was giving us 10-15 amps while we beat into the wind at about 9 kts. Here’s a glimpse of the rare views of the town that was incinerated by a pyroclastic flow .