One scary highlight along the way was Hurricane Hugo in September of 1989. It was the biggest and meanest hurricane we’ve ever had in the BVI. In those days there was no Weather Channel to tell you exactly where it was, where it was heading, and how strong it was. Basically, it was a Category 5, the deadliest. When we closed the door the night before Hugo’s arrival, we had no idea if our dream was over and we would be heading back to Canada. In the morning, there wasn’t a leaf left on a tree and debris was everywhere, but aside from a few bumps and bruises, the fleet of five had weathered the storm and the dream continued. We made it without an insurance claim.