Sunset Sun dance in one of the caves on shore
Mirror smooth water covering a plethora of reefs and boulders just under the surface of the far south of Pirate's Cove
Cruising paraphernalia...from fresh basil to cans of diesel and everything in between
Boat on the rocks, and a few dinghy friends attempting to pull it free again
Friday the 13th started with a bang: promptly at midnight strong northerly winds, making the rigging of my boat sing. The sound of breaking waves fills the night. Star-studded sky, but the promised meteor shower was a no show at least here in the cove.The Cove was packed with boats at anchor arriving the previous day. With the unfavourable winds whipping through the cove, the real show started around midnight. Some people dragged anchor and left, seven had disappeared to friendlier shores by morning. One sailboat, whose owners were still blissfully asleep when their anchor dragged and their boat settled upon the rocky shore behind them, with only their rubber dinghy between the boat and solid rock.
A shrill warning blast sounded by a neighbouring boater got the crew on deck. I could not help (no motorized dinghy), but other dinghies motored out to assist. Complicated operation, as the anchor did not hold, but the stern line tied to shore sure did. The helping dinghies pulled the vessel off the rocks, owner weighed anchor, and girlfriend took up room in the cockpit without lifting a finger or maybe without even waking up.
The hapless skipper tried to be on the bow attending to his anchor, or at the stern motoring, but no one remembering the still attached stern line. The skipper's lady just SAT there - maybe stunned, maybe holding down her big black dog (who had not had his morning outing yet). Finally the skipper remembered to cut the stern line and re-anchored in more open water.
But now, the sun is shining again, the wind has - for now - died down, all is calm. The boats that did not lose their position are happily swinging at anchor.
