Cynthia's last visit down here worked pretty well: we came down together and didn't sail far afield (staying on the north and east side of St John rather than going to Culebra, Vieques, St Croix, or the British Virgin Islands), but we read reports of lion sightings and hunted them down, studied satellite views and found a couple new reefs in Coral Bay (including one no one had apparently hunted), added twenty more lions to her kill list (including three massive breeders (possibly her largest) from the virgin reef (two 14.5" fish on the first hunt, one on the second)
Now she is back in the frozen north, dealing with real life and I'm getting the engine working, sewing sails, pulling the boat out at the boatyard (if I can get them to respond!) to handle replacing a cutless bearing, dealing with minor leaks, and applying on some bottom paint. Then there is the leaking kayak and other stuff. Satisfying work and I DO love those sunrises (let's see, the next one is in less than three hours!), but... I miss having Cynthia here to share it.