We decided to motor out through the channel off of Little Camanoe next to our mooring and avoid 4 hours sailing around Great Camanoe island. It was calm oddly. But allowed us to enjoy coffee on the go as we motored. The kids woke up and had their coffee on the go as well. After that We had a good way to go to round the North side of Tortola, and swing into Cane Garden Bay. This was where we were to provision back our water and get some drinking water as well. We were down to our last 3 gallons.
Setting sail put us sailing a bit downwind, but unfortunately, there was little wind. We creeped along around 2 to 2.5 knots barely keeping awake. We did this for a bit, and finally had to admit defeat and motor the rest of the way. At least this would give our batteries a little charge to be under power. Seems like no one was complaining, after yesterday’s fight with nature.
We came into the bay, and immediately looked for the fueling dock. We saw a dock, but it didn't appear to have any support for fuel and water stations (like we're accustomed to seeing). We hovered and binoculared around, and finally someone came out from the gas station to help guide us to the proper spot. From there, he brought out both fuel and water hoses from a source long away--looked like work. It took a long time to fill up Water-Tank-1, but what a relief. Nothing to worry about for the next 3 days when we'll still be putting around..
After that, we grabbed a mooring ball in center bay where all the action was, and dinghy'd to shore for food, drinks and supplies. We ate at a place called Paradise, where I was finally able to find the elusive IPA. People down here must love themselves the Hops. Sadly, that's competition for my favorite beverage. After eating, Sandra and I procured some minor supplies at a local market and brought it back to the boat. I then shuttled her back to the beach where she and the kids spent all day burning. I on the other hand hung on the boat again, napping.
This was a good reset day. We had dinner on the boat again (Hamburgers). Then called it a night around 9pm. Tomorrow we're off to another island (Jost Van Dyke).