The first couple days we were on board the Star Clipper, my monkey of a husband had an overwhelming desire to scamper up to the crow’s nest—particularly when he saw the crew doing just that. I brushed it off, as he often schemes, and figured he wouldn’t have the chance. And then, one day, an announcement over the ship’s loudspeaker beckoned any of us wanting an aerial view of the Caribbean to report to the upper deck.
I thought, surely for liability reasons, they aren’t actually allowing us to climb that thing. But oh yes, they were.
It will come as no surprise to you that SVV wasted no time jumping to the front of the line and getting clipped in by Chris, our intrepid dive master who showed us underwater Dominica.
SVV has always loved to climbed things. When we took one of our first trips together around Denmark, he pulled himself up to the top of the rafters in an old church. When he worked as a painting contractor, he constantly could be found dangling dangerously from some super-high scaffolding. So this was right up his alley.
Once he reached the nest, Ellen—our intrepid Swedish boat driver who taught me to water ski in Guadeloupe—let him chill out up there with her for a good while before he came back down. But it was quite some time before I was able to make the climb myself, not out of fear mind you, but because a bunch of older, eager men jumped ahead of me in line (jerks).
But eventually I got my turn, too.
I’m not scared of heights, and so this climb was quite the breeze. I was worried my clumsiness might result in a slip, but not so much as a falter (and I was very happy that I had packed a pair of TOMS for a change, as flip-flops would have kept me grounded, quite literally). I scurried up the rope and enjoyed my own time in the nest. Too bad we weren’t able to go up to the level above this one—that would have been even more amazing!
Totally worth it.