It was the morning after proposing...
...(luckily our very own Karisa said 'yes'), in our favorite local anchorage on the west side of Blake Island in Puget Sound. As some of you may know, the few mooring buoys there get snapped up quickly in the summer, so we had anchored on the shelf in 50' water. The currents usually run counter the wind direction at some point during the night, and it's not uncommon to spin in circles and ride over the anchor several times. This fine late spring morning, I attempted to raise the anchor as always. No amount of huffing, grunting, or back-breaking yanking was working. I even pulled the bow of the boat down towards the water with a spare jib halyard attached to a winch. I motored in every direction, all to no avail. In desperation, I called a friend (Bob Kruger, to give our eventual saviour credit) who owns dive gear and found he was out sailing in Elliott Bay at the time! Shortly thereafter, he showed up and rafted onto our boat. After congratulating us on our engagement to be married, he jumped in after our anchor. The bubbles drifted away from the bow and after quite some time, he emerged to tell us the the anchor in fact was a good 30' off to one side. The rode had apparently wrapped around a sunken log or tree trunk several times and needed to be untangled. He managed to free the anchor and away we went. Big thanks to Bob! Believe it or not, I have anchored at Blake Island since, but not without some reservation, and never in that same spot!