A Remarkable Voyage in the USVI and BVI - January 2025

I had the good fortune to be invited on a private yacht trip in the stunning U.S. Virgin Islands. Friends of ours were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary in grand style, and they had chartered Chillaxin’, an almost 100-foot superyacht that was perfect for the occasion.

With a dedicated crew of four attending to every detail, the stage was set for an unforgettable experience. From the moment we stepped aboard, the atmosphere was one of pure relaxation and indulgence. The yacht's elegant design, spacious decks, and luxurious accommodations made it the ideal setting to celebrate such a milestone.

As we cruised through the crystal-clear waters, we explored hidden coves, snorkeled vibrant coral reefs, and enjoyed gourmet meals prepared by the onboard chef. The days were filled with adventure, laughter, and the kind of camaraderie that only comes from sharing such a special journey with close friends.

Sunsets over the Caribbean were nothing short of magical, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson as we toasted to love, friendship, and the beauty of the moment. It was a celebration that perfectly blended elegance, adventure, and heartfelt joy, a trip that will be cherished for years to come.

9/6/2024

Today, I returned from a bittersweet journey to my father's hometown—a place I know intimately yet remain a stranger to. As a child, I spent nights in the grand sitting room of my grandparents' house, the first Pinkernell grandson granted such honor. A tall, blonde, blue-eyed German boy, I was a city kid visiting my rural cousins in Haren Ems, a town rich with the traditions of seafarers, farmers, and horses.

Back then, those traditions felt more like burdens than treasures. They annoyed me, lacking the clarity I now see. I was allowed to swim against the current, my youthful charm granting me some freedom—though the deeper truths remained unspoken and beyond my grasp.

This trip, however, brought clarity. My father, at 88, is in remarkable health, and my godfather, 82, shares his vitality. We spent hours reminiscing, my eager listening occasionally interrupted by hazy memories needing clarification.

I finally grasped the love for the sea coursing through my veins and the profound connection to horses and the land that defined my ancestors. At 56, I’m amazed by how I’ve become part of this sprawling, intricate legacy. Being a Pinkernell means belonging to something greater than oneself—an heritage that may be puzzling at first, but one that shapes your identity in ways you come to appreciate over time.

My grandfather was the highest guild master tailor in town. He had married into a well-known horseman family, but he made his own name through his craft. He ran a custom tailoring business with his sister, employing 20 people—a big deal for the small town.

Four weeks ago, I had the privilege of meeting Fred Roy, the enthusiastic owner of S5 and commodore of Newport's Herreshoff S boat racing fleet. For over forty years, Fred's prized possession, a 1930 Herreshoff S boat named “Surprise” number S5, has graced Narragansett Bay. We met at the Newport Yacht Club, where Fred's friendly demeanor and welcoming spirit quickly made me feel at home as the main sail trimmer for his beloved vessel.

Participating in the regatta "40 Years Sailing Newport" was a transformative experience. Under Fred's expert guidance and patient teaching, I honed my sailing skills and renewed my belief in the friendliness and graciousness of sailors. His support helped me master the basics, such as distinguishing between tacking and gybing. The hands-on learning, especially during the heat of competition, was invaluable. Thank you, Fred.

I will always be grateful to Fred Roy for his invaluable sailing lessons and for embodying the true spirit of camaraderie and mentorship. His influence will be the cornerstone of my sailing journey, a journey I will always remember.