That night found us creating our own full-moon party in Cane Garden Bay. Dinner was procured at the market ashore, and as we enjoyed the evening, we concluded that as impressive as Cascadura had been, after a couple of days of sailing, Steer It Up was growing on everyone. Joe liked the fact that people tended to sit closer together and talk more, and I must say, I really appreciated the feel of the breeze, which always seemed to be missing in the cockpit of the catamaran. We awoke the next morning, all realizing we had a lot of serious testing to do on this final day on the water if we were going to accomplish our mission. We beat our way east along Tortola's coast, tacking efficiently past Guana Island and Great Camanoe. For our last night, we went for a mooring in Tortola's Fat Hogs Bay, where ashore we found the bustling neighborhood a welcome respite from the polished, resorty harbors we'd visited elsewhere in the B.V.I. Dinner at Emile's Cantina couldn't have been better, and that night, we sat up late in the cockpit-long after the discussion of first cousins, second cousins, and once- and twice-removeds had ended-still grappling with how to decide which we liked better: one hull or two. The cat had a lot going for it: room to roam, great accommodations, a deck layout that let the sailors sail and the nonsailors relax without heeling. Still, we had a lot of fun crashing through the waves on Steer It Up, and the wind in our faces and occasional spray felt pretty darned good. Both boats took us to beautiful beaches, breathtaking bays, water blue enough to get you through the rest of the winter back home, and showed our kids a truly fine time.
One hull or two? Maybe it's a question you just can't answer. But I'd be willing to give it another try.