Part of the beauty of sailing the BVI, in the past, has been the lack of hand rails, "Danger" signs, and other paraphernalia related to the management and safety of people who lack the skill and judgment necessary to embark on an adventure vacation by themselves.

Visiting the wild places on my own with no more than my wits, a chart, and a sturdy vessel under me was what initially drew me to the BVI.

I feel fortunate to have sailed the BVI in a "mostly pristine" state. As compared to our first bareboat charter in the BVI in 1984, about half of it's wildness has disappeared. When the wildness is completely gone, when the handrails are all up, the paths are all paved, and the warning signs are all in place the BVI will have lost most of it's allure to me.