Time to leave and we were heading south. The rule here on the WA coast in summer is head south where its less windy. North, forget it, the winds are over the top. First stop was that same weedy anchorage 5nm south. Ashiki nodded towards it in a light easterly breeze, she barely made 2 1/2 knots in the zephyr. Halfway the wind died altogether, since the depth sounder said only 4m deep we dropped anchor and made lunch. No hurry around here.
|Woodman Point sunset|
At this point I was wondering, what were we doing here? We could be in a house on dry land like normal people, that doesn't try to drag itself onto some rocky coast on a dark and stormy night (it's all sandy beach around here but that's beside the point). There would be no stress from hearing some anchor alarm clanging away. But no, we like to suffer...
So we were out on deck in the inky black moonless night, Susie held the motor while I hauled the anchor up and proceeded to pick up a mooring. No go, Ashiki would blow past the mooring too quickly to pick up. We dropped anchor again, maybe the fishermans will find better purchase this time, she dragged at the next 25kt gust. Off to attempt the mooring again, but then we lost the moorings altogether, our torches couldn't pick one up. I had the other anchor handy on the foredeck, a 14kg Super SARCA which I thought was underweight for weed, and dropped it over the side. Ashiki held under both anchors. With the anchor alarm set we turned in and the problem seemed over.
|Derelict power station|
As a charter captain told us in Fremantle, this (windy coast) is a great place to learn to handle a boat. Can't argue with that..