Anchoring experiences
I love to anchor. I think that if I had to choose between using a free mooring in a crowded area, or having to pay for a spot where I can be all by my lonesome with a beautiful view of my surroundings, I'd pay to anchor. A lot of people are afraid to anchor because they're afraid that the anchor will slip on them at night while they're asleep,and this is understandable. Consequently, they'llwind up getting a mooring for their peace of mind. I think that if, they would at least get used to anchoring, they would build up their confidence in their ability to do it, and do well. Soon, the procedure of anchoring becomes old hat. I use a force Aluminum type Danforth anchor for my primary anchor, with a length of chain and a swivel attached to Nylon braid line. This anchor was given to me by a close friend, and it's a little larger than my boat really requires. I also carry a spare Danforth that's set up the same way, for those rare times when I need a Bahamian moor. For instance, if I'm anchored in an area where the current will change in a few hours,or if I'm in my favorite cove, and an expected wind change is due before morning. Outside of that, just pull her right up into the wind and go forward and let the hook down easy, and let her drift back. I always have my line cleated off on a special Herreshoff cleat that I installed for this purpose. Also, the bitter end of the anchor line is always tied off to my bow rail or the mast. As soon as I tend to my Mainsail,and get it covered, I check my anchor line scope and give her a few pulls to make sure she's holding, and that's it. Have I ever had my anchor slip on me? Absolutely, at least about three or four times that I can remember, but it was because I may not have used enough scope, or maybe I was too hasty when I dropped it, and let the line get tangled around the flukes. Years ago, my wife and I anchored our boat in katama Bay near Chappaquiddick Island in Martha's Vineyard. I thought that I had enough anchor line out, or maybe the ground was just too sandy for it to hold. We sat in the cabin eating our lunch, and I could feel the boat moving sideways, and actually hear the sound of those little waves slapping against the hull a little differently than before. I got the hint real soon when I got up and looked out my companionway hatch. Luckily we didn't ground out, but if we had, it would have been in sand and not rocks. That very same thing happened to me again one night as I pulled into an area near Patience Island in Narragansett Bay in a heavy fog. I was all by myself, that night, tired and sleepy when I finally anchored. After I got her all squared away,l fell asleep. A couple of hours later, I was awakened by the movement of the boat drifting sideways, and the noise of the waves slapping her hull. Luckily, the fog had cleared,and I got the hook up and started the engine before I grounded out. I motored her a short distance to Coggeshall Cove,--the place that I originally was heading for, earlier. I broke that cardinal rule that I had learned from a book written by my favorite author, W.S. Kals Practical Boating, - -Always have an alternate plan."