Side story:
So I come over to the island earlier in the week, and stayed in Isthmus Harbor. Weather was boisterous and gave me a good ride.
Came around to the back side Wed. No wind in the morning so motored the whole way around. Didn't want to wait for wind because forecast was 20-25 knots gusting to 35. This is the same day/weather that the sailboat crashed into Redondo pier in the afternoon. And it's worse out at sea.
Anyway, come into Cat Harbor. I'm passing the CG buoy, and am mid-sentence on the VHF asking harbor patrol for a mooring, when something wraps up in my prop. Motor bogs and the transmission clutch complains adamantly.
I have a long keel and skeg-hung rudder with the prop shaft exiting the skeg. Nothing has ever wrapped in my prop. Ever.
So I tell harbor patrol what happened. Then the wind decides to finally show up. I start drifting into the fish cages. Open the genoa and sail past them. Harbor patrol shows up and spots a black garbage bag snarled in my prop. They clear it with a boat hook.
Fabulous.
Then the mooring they assign (D-8) has a fallen pin. They say don't worry, they will hand it to me. I've picked up pins here for many years. Never had one handed to me, much less from their moving bow. So this screws me up, and they miss the handoff. Because it takes longer than me just picking up the pin in one motion, the wind on my stern has a chance to push me over the mooring. Then as I abort and then motor forward, my prop fouls in a giant mass of seaweed clinging to the mooring ball. I drag the glump 30 feet while I ponder. Decide to reverse prop which clears the weed and leaves it behind.
Then harbor patrol says to take a different mooring (D10), and they insist on tying to my stern to hold me back from the wind while I pick up the pin. No amount of selling my solo pin-picking experience was going to change their minds.
So I had to endure the humiliation of mooring assistance.
What an entrance.
They were fantastic. All in good humor. Without them I'd have had to sail into the mooring.