We did our usual: scope out the area, check the depth, drop anchor, and then see where we sit in relation to everything around us. I was not really happy with the place where we were at as I had been here before when Rich was gone and the Port Captain asked us to move the boat. That was the time the kids and I took the boat out to San Marcos without Rich. It took 20 minutes of back and forth to get the anchor up as it was stuck to something on the bottom. This time all of us went onshore to the Palapa of Knowledge to stretch our legs and contemplate moving the boat. I did not want to leave it where it was so Rich and I snuck out and left the kids to play with their friends. The anchor comes up without a hitch. We motored around and found a spot on the far side of Frances Lee. It looked good, depth was OK and we were not anywhere near the channel. We dropped the anchor as we were reversing and let it pull tight. I ramp up the RPMs to really set the anchor well. I do not want to move. Later in the day the wind starts blowing and we stretch out on the anchor chain again. That was OK until the anchor snubber came off and Rich had to reattach it and let out some more chain. The wind shifted and now there is an iceberg 40 feet directly behind our stern. Yow! I do not like this. If we drag at all we will be on top of it! I did not sleep well that night as I played Jack in the Box, getting up to check our position rather often. The next morning the wind was still blowing and we had not moved an inch. I like my overly big anchor. We are now trying to name the iceberg. As long as it is not called the Death of THIRD DAY I will be fine.