USCG Escorts Happy Times

USCG CutterOur 80-hour, 400-mile marathon to Puerto Rico ended safely and pleasantly (Thank you, God!), and the final day still held remarkable experiences for us.

It began with our first whale sighting. As I faced the stern to drink a cup of coffee, I spotted a whale just as the creature began its dive downward, flukes in the air and crashing into the water with a mighty splash. Next, we had a visit from the local gendarmes. The policiadad lost interest in us when they learned we didn’t speak Spanish. They inquired about our departure port, South Caicos, and our destination, Boqueron. Finally, as we began to pass Mona Island in the distance, I spotted a vessel traveling at high speed in our direction. Just as I suspected, it was a USCG cutter. It pulled in fairly close, about a quarter mile away, and gradually increased its distance until we reached the buoy marking the waypoint for Boqueron.

I was a little disappointed that the cutter didn’t board us. My father served on one of only 32 USCG rescue vessels on D-Day, and I’m proud to share his story. I didn’t learn about the extent of Dad’s service myself until I ran across a newspaper clipping about it in the family Bible. He never spoke about it.

If James J. Crockett (a.k.a. Jay, J.J., Jaybird, Jim) and Virginia Helen Crockett (a.k.a. Gin, Ginny) were alive today, they would be celebrating their 69th wedding anniversary.


About Cheryl Crockett Lezovich

Mom, first mate and writer aboard a 40' Manta catamaran, S/V Happy Times.
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