After mooring for a night at the Bitter End, we shift to
anchor instead. Since internet is free at Saba Rock, it’s not really worth the
$30 / night just to have internet connectivity. We are in good company as
mostly charter boats moor, while only cruisers anchor. We are staying an extra night
for The Bitter End Yacht Club beer can dingy race is scheduled for the
following afternoon. An hour before the beer can starts JT wants to do some
practice runs. As Tom preps the dingy, he notices that one of the boats who is
trying to anchor has managed to catch the anchor line of the boat next to us. It’s
a modest 30ft sloop with no one aboard. Finally, it appears that the boat that
is dragging the anchor line has dropped it. The little monohull floats beam to the wind
and seems to be drifting. Sure enough, a few seconds later it passes the point
where it should have settle onto its anchor, and we realize in horror that it
is adrift. Some 10 to 15 anchored boats lie in its path out to the channel, so
Tom immediately jumps into the zodiac to give chase, while I radio for
assistance. Fortunately, another cruiser in front of us leaps into action and after
a tense few minutes he and Tom secure the drifting boat to a private
mooring. Later, the perpetrators of this
very foolish mistake come by to thank Tom and relate the steps they’ve taken to
put things right. The kids are so impressed that their dad near single-handedly
rescued the boat. After order has been restored, we use the adventure as an
excellent teaching moment about marine emergencies, keeping calm, taking action
and owning one’s mistakes.
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