Anticipating a weather window for a passage to St. Martin, a number of us moved to Virgin Gorda to stage for the crossing.   Actually, it took us two days to get into position, since we lolly-gagged in Cruz Bay, St. John, USVI on the 21st, and then lolly-gagged further in West End, BVI in order for me to check into (and out of) the BVIs and for Barb to up her step-count from what she had achieved in Cruz Bay.   (I should explain:  our generous niece Cathy gifted Barb with a wrist gadget that, among other things, counts the number of steps the wearer has achieved during the day.   Barb tends to get antsy if she has not obtained the requisite default 10,000 steps ordained by the instrument.)   As a consequence of the multiple delays, we only had time to get to Caneel Bay off Little Jost Van Dyke on the 21st.   Next day, as we approached the North Sound of Virgin Gorda, we were met by a large fleet of magnificent sailboats that were arriving from the direction of Anegada — presumably they were just finishing some type of race.   We had a number of friends over that night for a sundowner on the cockpit of Tusen Takk II.  Next day, we departed for St. Martin about 5 pm.