Headed to Jost

The moorings at Great St. James are still cozy and snug behind Fish Cay. The weather improved and we wedged ourselves between St. Thomas and St. John for a couple nights, snorkeling the reef.

We filled a tank in Cruz Bay, and I was happy to see Low Key Divers were up and running, although no business to speak of. Like missing teeth, the fleet in the bay is thinned out. There’s space here now.

Capt. Alex recommended a stay at Maho Bay so we spent a a couple days and were rewarded with a long, long swim with one of the largest, most mellow Green Turtles I’ve had the pleasure to meet.

Maho Bay is a pretty anchorage with a long beach. The US Park Service has filled it all with mooring balls – some of which do not pass muster. A ranger on a runabout demanded to know why I was anchoring in the sand when there were a hundred open moorings. I showed him where a failed mooring lay just before my anchor. An old anchor, but one I trust more at times than even federally funded moorings.

We make for Jost Van Dyke next.