Well it finally happened. I drug anchor yesterday and to top it off it happened when I wasn't at the boat. Of course. Nothing like running some errands and coming back to your boat gone.
I had taken the little foot ferry into town from Newcastle Island. As I am waiting to go back I did a quick scan to check on my boat. Gone. At first I thought that another boat had anchored between me and my boat. Further searching showed that wasn't right. So I started looking farther out. Way down the bay I found my boat. About 100 meters away from the bouy marking the shoal. Serious amounts of unhappiness.
I final got to my kayak at Newcastle and started rowing as quickly as I could to Whisper. By the time I got there the Port Authority was on the scene and had tied to me. Luckily they were very nice people. No lecturing, well except telling me I might need a larger anchor. They offered to tow me back to the mooring field. I decided that the marina was going to a better place (had already been planning on moving that evening when the wind died down). So time to pull up my anchor. I think at this point the PA might have revised the need for a larger anchor. She had bit in very well. With the engine on the PA boat breaking the anchor free was easier than normal but still a bit of work.
The PA delivered me to the end of the long dock and the wonderful older gentlemen that were at the dock offered me a Gin and Tonic. Just what I needed.
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