Sunday, 8 January 2017

Boat for Sale

Just kidding but, after today, a ski chalet in the mountains sounds wonderful!

As predicted, a horrendous weather system hit the Bahamas today and it's not pretty.  All the boats in the harbour are getting tossed around but none, as far as I can tell,  as much as Folly.  Unfortunately Folly's anchor let loose as soon as the front hit at 8:00AM and we had to reanchor.  Reanchoring in a gale is not an easy task.  Laying out the anchor in wind blowing 35 gusting 40 knots is a challenge at best and stressful in a scared shitless kind of way.  Thinking it was bad enough that we had to go through that, you can imagine how impressed I was when we noticed we were slowly dragging for a second time.  It had to be done....we reanchored again with the same amount stress and gnashing of teeth.  

Believe it or not, throughout the day, we had to reanchor four times!  Finally by 4:00PM we found a slightly calmer spot and we hooked well.  (touch wood)  I really cant say what was going on or why as we have never had an issue holding since we switched to the Rocna anchor three years ago. It was likely because we were trying to anchor too far out in 3 ft breaking waves.  Fingers crossed we're OK now.  The "storm" isn't over yet...not by a long shot.  According to all the weather models, this wind is to stay with us ( hopefully not this intense) for close to a week.  

Though this was not a pleasant experience we have much to be thankful for.  I'm thankful that this didn't happen in the overnight hours, so thankful that, even though it took most of the day to anchor securely, we did....and before sunset and, we can now file this under "S" for "Stories to Tell".


Hard to tell how bad it was.  Folly is the furthest one out.  We moved a couple more times after that.  Photo courtesy of Lynn Lortie (Adamant 1)

3 comments:

  1. Sorry about this challenge to your dream. I hope you get repairs soon and it doesn't harm the overall plans.

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  2. I'd be peeing meself he-he. You know how there's usually some one thing that scares folk. Heights, etc. Well mine is wind. Even a small gust kind of gets me on edge. The stronger the wind the more I crumble. The huge storm that downed hundreds of trees and leveled 41 hectares of forest in Stanley Park in 2006 had me IN the bathtub which I layered with every pillow I could find. There I tried to sleep. It was screaming howling lashing whistling wind. This storm pretty much capped my fear of wind period. (By the way, Jen's fear is being on something with nothing underneath and then the thing she is on fails so that she falls into the nothing underneath [read bridge for example]. You can see clearly in her face, when this fear pops up in her. Like when we're on a big bridge and the traffic comes to a standstill with volume. The anxiety builds until we are both howling with nervous laughter. I'm not nervous, she is but I'm killing myself laughing because she is. Or, if we're on a smaller bridge and slowing for a light and the big trucks whiz along and make the bridge deck bounce. Jen's face says it all. Laughter again.) Well Janice, this repositioning of anchors would do me in. You are brave! Sending love, N, x

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  3. I'd be peeing meself he-he. You know how there's usually some one thing that scares folk. Heights, etc. Well mine is wind. Even a small gust kind of gets me on edge. The stronger the wind the more I crumble. The huge storm that downed hundreds of trees and leveled 41 hectares of forest in Stanley Park in 2006 had me IN the bathtub which I layered with every pillow I could find. There I tried to sleep. It was screaming howling lashing whistling wind. This storm pretty much capped my fear of wind period. (By the way, Jen's fear is being on something with nothing underneath and then the thing she is on fails so that she falls into the nothing underneath [read bridge for example]. You can see clearly in her face, when this fear pops up in her. Like when we're on a big bridge and the traffic comes to a standstill with volume. The anxiety builds until we are both howling with nervous laughter. I'm not nervous, she is but I'm killing myself laughing because she is. Or, if we're on a smaller bridge and slowing for a light and the big trucks whiz along and make the bridge deck bounce. Jen's face says it all. Laughter again.) Well Janice, this repositioning of anchors would do me in. You are brave! Sending love, N, x

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