The storm we’ve been watching and preparing for arrived last night. We sailed across Turtle Bay to the southern anchorage and tucked behind the reef. This spot provides shelter from the surge generated by storm winds racing from the south, as well as the storm waves cascading through the entrance to the Bay.
Mark spent yesterday preparing the tackle for the storm anchor and improving the chafe gear and shock absorption for our primary anchor rode. Anson got out his fancy camera, lenses and filters to capture the drama of the stormy skies. Devon and I spent the day reading from “500 years of Chicana History,” Reyna Grande’s “The Distance Between Us,” and Spanish language study, with a break for Devon to make a vanilla cake with lemon curd and cream glaze (every storm needs a sweet spot). In the evening Anson launched the Algebra course by teaching Devon the finer points of exponents.
As we hoped, the southern anchorage provided the shelter we needed. We stood anchor watch during the wee hours of the night when it was blowing 27-30 knots and gusting to 35-37; fortunately our anchor managed to hold after the wind veered sharply to the West. Today promises to be squally, but the barometer is rising, so, as long as there’s no “sting from the scorpion’s tale,” we’re through the worst of the wind. The seas, however, will build through tomorrow, so I expect we’ll have a bouncy ride behind the protection of the reef. Pancakes are calling, so signing off for now.