Dragged anchor in the night, found myself up against a megayacht at zero dark thirty in something North of a gale.
The captain came up and graciously moved his gin palace while I fended off, both in our PJ’s. Fifty degrees and soaking wet, I think these are called retirement benefits.
We had to move and re-anchor as we were too close into the shore, so I spent the next few hours on “Anchor Watch “ to make sure we were OK. I finally turned in at daybreak (about five thirty), by then the wind was dropping.
Surprisingly, I did not take the camera on this adventure so the written transcript will have to suffice.
The rest of the day was a non-event, except for the strange repetitive noise heard emerging from the bilge, about noon I finally tracked it down to a malfunctioning bilge pump. I replaced it with one of the spares onboard and all was quiet by one pm.
All these spare parts were somewhat mocked by person who shall be nameless (why do you need five toolboxes?) but when needs must…….
Fast asleep by 8:30 pm. More tomorrow.
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