A Short Trip to the U.S. Virgin Islands
Traded the fog on the California coast for the U.S. Virgin Islands, and this day ran mostly dock to dock. Somewhere in the middle of it we stood in a courtyard walled in by palms and banana leaves and got a kiss on record, both of us squinting in the sun, which is about as much documentation as this trip is going to get.
The water at the ferry dock was choppy, wind pushing whitecaps against the pilings while a big green-and-yellow catamaran ferry sat tied off at the pier. Across the bay a row of charter cats swung on their moorings under a sky that couldn't decide whether to rain.
It never did, and by evening we were back at a marina full of Sunsail boats, the sky gone orange behind the masts and red-roofed buildings climbing the hillside behind the slips. A cat numbered 977 sat in the near berth with its cockpit table still cluttered from somebody's afternoon.