Hurricane Richard Passes Directly Overhead

Roatan, Honduras

Downed Trees After Hurricane Richard

Wow, what a ride…a few days ago, Hurricane Richard passed almost directly over our position here on Roatan.  For several days, we watched it approach, slowing down and gathering strength as it hesitated out in the Atlantic, almost as if it were undecided about whether to move northwest, as most hurricanes do, or to move directly west and sweep over the Isla de Bahia in Roatan.  Naturally, we began to take elaborate pre-hurricane precautions, hoping that they would not be necessary.

We cleared all of our gear off the decks and lashed all the big stuff down tight, covered our bridge windows to protect them from flying debris, charged our batteries and filled our water, stocked up on food, added about a dozen dock lines and more fenders, and prepared to ride it out.  These are the moments that are a true exercise in letting go; when you have taken all the precautions you can, and done everything you could–then whatever happens is beyond your control.  The sea can be a very scary and intimidating place when you try to maintain the illusion of control on the water.

From the bridge, we waited, and tracked the storm on satellite imagery.  As it came nearer to our position on the screen, the air felt heavier and heavier as the pressure dropped, and all of us–including Tweek and Giles, our ship’s dog and cat–started feeling restless and agitated…I guess it is true what they say, the waiting MAY not be the worst part, but it is surely no picnic!

First, the weather turned dead calm and still, the only change being the plummeting barometer…then came the rain, and then more rain, and then a LOT more rain…and then the wind.  At first the wind wasn’t too bad, blowing at around 30-45 mph for the evening, but as 3:00 AM rolled around the wind began to pick up sharply, whipping the trees around us and surging the already full-moon high tide up over the concrete dock.  Thank goodness we had had a chance to adjust and tune all our dock lines while the wind was still blowing only 30, since by the time the wind hit 79 mph it was difficult to move around safely outside.

The boat rocked and heaved amid the spiderweb of dock lines holding her out in the middle of the basin–one line snapped, but Captain Ed and Noah managed to get a replacement line around another cleat in time to keep us from being

Our Boat Is At The Middle Of A Cat's Cradle Of Docklines

pushed forward onto the seawall 8 feet dead ahead.  As dawn brightened, the wind began to die down to gale force, and eventually petered out amidst a series of heavy showers into a preternatural stillness, and the first tiny patches of blue sky we had seen for days finally peeking out in the eastern sky.

Then all hands checked the lines one more time and turned in for some well-earned sleep–back at it in the clinics tomorrow!  What did Graham Greene say about the sea.. “The ocean is an animal, passive and ominous in a cage, waiting to show what it can do.”  The power of the Hurricane, this ‘little’ category one hurricane, gave us a brief glimpse at the forces that lie in wait under the deceptively calm waters and blue skies of the tropics.

The price of having even a chance of survival on the sea is eternal vigilance…when situations turn bad, they tend to do so quickly.  Better to prepare thoroughly every single time than be caught out the ONE TIME you fail to take every possible precaution.

Live to sail another day!