Yesterday, after unfortunately having to deal with a printer problem ashore (so that Grant's school tests could be submitted), we were heading to Pirate's Cove for an overnight and raftup, but we found once we got out of the channel that it would be a 3-hour bash. The wind had veered from the morning's southerly to WSW/20 with whitecaps: on the nose for our trip. After bashing into it for a little while (long enough to have stuff jumping out of storage drawers and smashing on the galley floor: OK, admittedly, one of us may have left that sliding door slightly ajar, but this was the first time the waves have been from the right direction and sprightly enough to do any damage), we called Sure Thing to let them know what we were facing. Turns out they had gone into the dock, as there were whitecaps in Pirate's Cove as well (which only happens from a limited set of wind directions/intensities). So we morphed the short trip into an elaborate way of turning the boat around: we still need to mount the stainless steel strips on the starboard rub rail, and we had been intending to turn her around at the dock to do that. This was just a much longer way of attaining the same goal... yeah... now for a quick trip to grab some shorter S/S screws, and then it's rub rail time...!

Oh, an added bonus is that seeing the boat turned around disorients all the regulars at the marina, who now think it looks like the giant catamaran astern of us is about to eat us like a shark looming up on a small fish!

Many thanks once again to Terry and Ken, who were both funny and helped at the dock; Terry did a pretty good rodeo impression with his muscular belaying of the bow line while I alternated the engines to walk her closer alongside, to let Derek make the leap to secure the stern!