|Vicki and Paul aboard Nokomis|
|Daria studying the coast pilot|
In the morning when Simon asked us all to check in, Alex tossed the coin and announced that we’d painfully decided to head North. Sadly, we jumped in our dinghy and drove around to say our farewells.
|Alex navigating into Tinker's Hole|
We watched as the fleet departed on the morning tide southward, while we waited for the tide to turn until we made our way north. It was sad to see them go.
|Where's the entrance?|
|OMG. It's full!|
Our hearts sank when we could finally see inside. It was full of boats. There were six boats already there anchored in two lines on short scope. It was tight and we are not manoeuvrable. No bow thruster, no reverse control. Alex managed to turn her around without grounding and without hitting anything by using the prop walk to our advantage, and he was about to exit – to where we did not know as there was little choice nearby and it was getting dark – when a couple of older gents on a little Rival Bowman ahead said, “Hey drop anchor right beside us and you should be just fine.”
So I took the helm and we did just that, but on the first try, the windlass didn’t release right away and we were a bit off. So we pulled the rode and anchor just off the bottom and pushed forward and left into the slot, and settled back perfectly on short scope to match the rest of the fleet. Somehow we came to rest in exactly the right spot as though we’d planned it (which we had in a way).
|Onyx always keeps an eye on things|
A couple more boats came in after us, so there were nine in the end, a couple in the shallower gap behind us. Short scope for all – 3:1 at most, and we were at just over 2:1 with our trusty Ultra anchor. The anchorage was amazing: red rock walls, white sand bottom strewn with weed, crystal clear water, and very snug. They have rings in the wall to tie off to if you need to keep your boat from swinging during bad weather.
|Relaxing after a challenging day|
That’s what cruising is all about. A challenging day followed by total relief in paradise. You cannot appreciate the best without experiencing some of the worst. That’s my motto, and that’s what sailing delivers. The highs are very high and the lows can be very low. But in any case, most times, you end up wondering what all the fuss was about. And that cocktail a the ends of the day tastes mighty fine. This night was calm.
|We dropped our anchor right beside the Rival's stern|
|A bit closer than we like but good enough for this night|