Monday, May 25, 2015

Le Chemin de Rivière Deshaies

After a good rain, the Rivière Deshaies has many small spillways. 

      This being our second trip to Guadeloupe, we aimed to do some sight seeing we had missed on our first visit and the hike up the nearby Deshaies River was at the top of my list.  You may recall from a 2012 post that we couldn’t find anyone here who would speak English to us.  Now three years later, this is still true and, unfortunately, so is the fact that our command of the French language has not markedly improved. 
  

Some rock were slippery and took great balance!
 
       Nevertheless, we reviewed the hike’s description in our cruiser’s guide that read ”Continue for 1-2 hours and you come to a road on the left hand side that will bring you back to town in about 15 minutes.” That certainly sounded doable for this 60-something couple, so we packed our hiking bags and set out.

No trail markers, but sometimes we sort of saw a path.

 
 
 
      The beginning of the trail was clearly marked with a sign and we made our way along the gently running river, taking in the soothing sights and sounds, stepping from stone to stone until it became unmanageable.  Then we looked to the left and to the right banks to locate a somewhat clear path to follow through the dense woods. Sometimes, but not often, there was a blue painted dot on a tree or stone in the woods or a red and white surveyor tape hung randomly. That trail was followed until it dwindled and forced us back to climbing along the boulders in the river. When passage on the rocks became impossible again, we repeated the process… over and over and over.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

We noticed unset traps like these twice along the way. 


The farther we trekked the more the boulders grew.
         As we hiked, Dan took the lead more often than I did.  He doesn’t know it, but I prefer it that way for two reasons: 1. He is an impatient man. 2. Judging from the terrain we were hiking, I thought we might encounter something icky since a worn trail was nonexistent.  Something “icky” like a FER DE LANCE!  You may wonder what a fer de lance* is- well, it is a poisonous snake that TOM of sv TIGER LILLY warned me about while hiking a trail on a French island- probably Martinique- a few years ago. (Tom is my elder and speaks with conviction and authority, so I believed him. ) The leaf strewn forest with its nooks and crannies seemed the perfect habitat for snakes and they totally freak me out, so I happily let Dan lead our way, just incase…
Fer de Lance (Google image)

      After an hour and a half, fording the river became more challenging as the stones in the river became insurmountable boulders, the forest grew more dense, and the banks steeper. We began looking up the rive gauche for signs of a clearing where there might be a road.  I crawled up a couple of times and walked through a spider web on my second descent.  (Spiders freak me out, too!) But I found only rocky pasture land. We pushed on through the tropical woods along the riverside for a bit more.  Finally a brighter clearing was revealed at the top of the bank about one-hundred feet above us. We grabbed on to young trees, thick vines, and strong roots to pull ourselves up the steep incline.  At the summit, there was no road, but a sparsely wooded field. At last, Dan led us through the field to where a barbed wire fence stood at the edge of the ROAD!


    There was an open water spout along the pasture, so we paused there to douse ourselves and cool off a bit before commencing on the downhill trek to town.

    
[*When preparing this entry, I learned through Wikipedia that the poisonous fer de lance is the “ultimate pit viper…found only in Central American countries.” It is NOT in any island of the Caribbean. So TOM-  I’m NOT going to let you mess with my head anymore!  ] 

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

What a DRAG!

The captain and crew of the sv Exit Strategy were finally on the initial leg of their passage down island for the hurricane season. The vessel was forgivably motoring eastward to allow an easier sail once the captain turned southward toward Guadeloupe, their first stop. Thirty miles out from St. Thomas-USVI the engine grew progressively louder and unusual vibrations could be felt through the cockpit floor. The captain went below and opened all three access panels that surround the engine to inspect.  Nothing looked amiss.  The engine growled with more intensity and the rumbling noise made the first mate feel that it was imminently close to blowing. The captain remained calm.
 
Soon afterward, the crew discussed the engine while dining on cold rotisserie chicken and crudités under the soft glow of solar lights in the cockpit.   The first mate respectfully suggested that they had two choices: 1. continue on and hope it settles down or 2. head for St. Martin (approximately 70 miles away) where a capable mechanic could be found to fix the engine quickly.  The captain listened to the mate, but remained undaunted.  Suddenly, the mate thought of a third choice and said, “OR maybe we should turn around and head back the 30 miles to St. Thomas and get it fixed.”  The captain tossed his last chicken bone into the sea and sighed heavily as he knew his first (& LAST) mate wouldn’t let him rest until the engine quieted down.
 
Upon checking the chart plotter data, the captain discovered that whatever was wrong with the engine was causing a loss of power moving forward and THAT was a problem. The boat was throttled down to idle and stopped to only be moved a bit by the waves and current. It bobbed about turning almost 180’. The captain got his snorkel and a flashlight, as it was nearly dark by now, and climbed down the swim ladder to see what he could see.  Nothing was on the propeller or the rudder or what he was able to see of the keel.
 
Back on board, the captain powered the boat up to 1000 rpms.  The engine responded smoothly.  He slide the throttle forward to 1500 rpms and she purred like a kitten.  Finally, he eased it up to 2000 rpms and there was no vibration or excessive noise! 
 
It was finally figured out that a probable build up of Sargassum Weed had built up on the keel and impeded the smooth flow of sea water back to the propeller.  When Exit Strategy was stopped and turned 180’ the grass slipped free and took the stress off the prop.  It was a DRAG, but a lesson was learned and the crew found it necessary to slow and turn the boat several more times a long the way to free the grass.
We generally like to fish mahi mahi when we see these mats of grass, but our freezer was full. (Google Image)
[Rosie’s Note: Thank GOODNESS we figured this one out!   I was envisioning another repair like the one we had done last summer in Spanish Waters, Curacao by a recommended boat mechanic.  Yeah- I’m guessing he was recommended because he was the ONLY mobile mechanic in the bay.  I won’t ID him out right, but the chain-smoking Dutchman’s business name rhymes with “No Boat Jerks.”

IF you are a cruiser reading this blog, for a really skilled and dependable marine mechanic in Curacao, have the folks at Curacao Marine fix it in Wilhemsted.]