We went to land and walked around Gustavia some more. Chris tried to call his brother, Ryan, for his birthday but couldn’t get a hold of him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYAN! We checked out of the country and then found a bakery for one last French cafe and a few baguettes. They are Finley’s favorite after all…

We headed back to the boat around noon in order to move around to Anse du Colombier, a beach that can only be reached by a long hike or a boat. The Rockefeller family used to own the beach. As Tumbleweed rounded the rocks on the northwest corner of St. Barts, I wondered why the Rockefeller’s would ever sell such a beautiful piece of property. We anchored as close to the beach as we could and Chris started working on our water maker. It hasn’t worked since Antigua. Chris fixed it in Antigua and it worked perfectly for about a day. Now it isn’t working AT ALL. I jumped in the water and tried to unplug the thru hull intake to see if that helped. I also unplugged the sail drive exhausts while I was under the boat working. After about an hour in the water, jamming a coat hanger in the thru hulls and sail drives, it was time for me to be done. At this point, Chris was very frustrated with the water maker. He thinks it might be the clark pump. It will have to wait until we get to St. Martin for the full repair.

After dinner we headed into the beach to walk around. Finley loved it. She ran and played in the sand, water, and on the rock paths that were, I assume, built by the Rockefeller’s. The sun was dropping quickly and after it was completely below the horizon, it started to really get dark. We thought it was best to head back to the boat. There was a guy on the beach trying to flag down a member of his boat in order to pick him up. He asked for a ride and we said, “Sure!” I was happy for the extra hand getting the dinghy into the water and through the big waves that were crashing in hard. With 3 people, it was a cinch. Finley needs to start pulling her weight to help launch and land the dinghy! icon smile February 22, 2015:  A move to Anse du Colombier, St. Barts

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by Sara on February 22, 2015

We lost our passports somewhere between St. Kitts and St Bart but that didn’t stop us from enjoying this beautiful island. St. Bart became another favorite of our Caribbean stops.

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St. Bart

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I still felt a bit tipsy when we slipped the mooring lines at 5am. It was pitch dark but we were hoping to get a few hours of sailing in before Finley woke up. That plan didn’t work. She woke up as soon as we started the starboard side engine. We moved her up to the car seat and she slept there for a few hours so all was still good. We were hoping the sun would be up by the time we went through the Narrows, but it was still dark. We had no problems though and we were moving quickly towards St. Barthelemy, or St. Barts. We made the choice to skip St. Eustatius, aka Statia, to get a better angle to the wind to get to St. Barts. Statia will have to wait for our next trip through the Caribbean!

We arrived in Gustavia, St. Barts around noon and looked for a mooring close to the inner harbor. Of course there were none available so we had to anchor further away by the commercial dock. We then started to get ready to head into land to check into the country. It was at this point that we realized that our boat paperwork was missing. This included our passports. Yes, major disaster. All our original boat paperwork, our port clearance, and our 3 USA passports were gone. We tore the boat apart and tried to retrace our steps. The last time we saw them was when Chris took the dinghy into St. Kitts to check us into the country with customs. We think the paperwork packet may have fallen out of his pocket and into the water on the rough and long dinghy ride back to the boat. When Chris got onto Tumbleweed, we quickly decided to move into the marina so we didn’t think twice about the missing paperwork. This is the only logical thing that makes sense. Either it fell into the water out of Chris’s pocket or maybe Finley threw it in the water. Either way, it’s all gone.

Once we got past the panic stage, we decided to go to land and talk to the officials about what to do. Of course we are in a French country where they don’t even care about your passports. Not a single French island has stamped our passports on our visits. Maybe this was a good thing for us. The port captain didn’t care and gave us our port clearance anyways. He then told us to maybe go to the Gendarmerie (the police) the next day. We did this and the French Gendarmerie made us temporary documents for our stay in St. Barts. The officer then told us that he was not sure what to do after we left the island. This is what we need to figure out. The closest US Embassy is in Barbados, an impossible sail away.

In the mean time, we were going to enjoy the cute, cute island of St. Barts. What makes this island so cute?? Maybe it’s the red-roofed buildings that surround the bay that is filled with boats of all types. Maybe it is the cobble stone roads with high-end shops and boutiques, French bakeries and outside bars/restaurants. Maybe it’s because we needed a place with the perfect atmosphere to help ease our lost passport woes. This was the place. We went to an outside bar called Le Select and found out that it is a common stop for Jimmy Buffett. The bar was lined with stickers from all over the world. I saw a few Lake Erie Island stickers that made me feel right at home. There was also a Pittsburgh Steelers Terrible Towel handing from the ceiling that made me think of some of my favorite people in Michigan. There were a group of older men playing blue grass music in the corner of the outside bar, but it wasn’t anything organized. It seemed like a meeting place for friends to sit down, drink a beer, and play some music. It reminded me of Montana. Finley danced to the music and marveled at all the crazy stickers and paraphernalia hanging around. We had cheeseburgers and thought of the song Cheeseburger in Paradise. Maybe Jimmy Buffett was talking about this exact place when he wrote that song… After a few hours of just hanging out, we were ready to walk around some more.

We walked to Shell Beach, which was perfectly named. I have never seen a beach with so many shells. Finley was in heaven. She was burying herself in shells. We weren’t equipped for a full day at the beach so we only stayed for about 30 minutes. Then it was back to the boat for a refreshing swim in the warm, clear water. In true French style, no clothes are needed for a swim so we were able to clean all the sand off us pretty easily!

After we cleaned up, we headed back into town to a small pizza place we saw earlier. The place reminded us of a basement pizza place we visited when we were skiing in Chamonix, France. It was in an old stone building with a cute, bright red door. We had an amazing tomato and mozzarella cheese starter, followed by some of the best pizza we have had in all our travels. Of course it was accompanied with a bottle of great wine and a side salad with zest. St. Barts really panned out for us. So far Antigua and St. Barts are our favorite spots in the Caribbean.

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