From Cortes I sailed to Church House. At first I was going to explore ashore. That changed rapidly when I saw my first bear of this trip. I decided that a book and a glass of wine was much more fun than a couple of old houses and a collapsed church.
The next day I was going to run my first rapid. Normally it only takes me about 15 mins to get my main up and pull my anchor up. Since I wanted to hit the rapids right at slack before ebb I planned on an hour to get into position. I started pulling up the anchor and after a bit it just wouldn't come. I tried winching it up and it wasn't going up. I could see the damn thing. I was so frustrated.
I finally decided that the only way it was coming up was if I dove in and attached a separate line to the anchor. That water is COLD. I only had to go down 10 ft but I was shaking by the time I managed to climb back onto the boat (go, test of my ability to get back on the boat without a ladder!). Another 15 mins of winching and finally I was loose.
This is what caught me. An old fishing net.
By the time I was loose and free the tide was running a bit more than I wanted so moved anchorages and chilled for another night