We can play armchair quarterback and second guess all day long but when Mother Nature rears up, humans had better take heed, lest there be a loss of life. Having been through more hurricanes than I care to remember, my Dad always took the boat out and into sound, deep, open water. He always felt if the flotsam and other boats don't get you, the terra firms will. So we always headed out into the storm. Right or wrong, thats what we did, and we survived better than most in the marina did. I've rode out many storms sitting on the bow with waves crashing over my head. Being young and dumb. Dad was constantly yelling at me to hold on or get inside , I really could only see he was yelling something. I think he liked the balast. Bilge pumps running and hatches and portals closed tight, everything secured below, we made it through everyone of them. I've saw a guy lose his hand reaching between boats while tieing them up together reaching for a fender. The boats slamming together. Lesson learned there. My first experience with a tourniquet at 14.
With no anchor and no power, one is at the mercy of Mother Nature. She has no conscience. What happened here is a lesson to be learned and learn I intend to do, every-time I hear stories, even this sad one. And sad it is for sure.
Keep it up,
Ctskip
