Beardrop to Long Point Cove
Each day of my singlehanded journey was decided by the weather and whim. After a day at Beardrop, I decided to check out a little cove around the corner. Only big enough for perhaps 2 or 3 boats, at this time of the off season I had Long Point Cove to myself. The log reads:
9/3/92 - Long Pt Cove - 11 NM, (10:40 - 17:20), Winds 25 SW
It wasn’t far, but I spent some time sailing about before finding it. I anchored in the cove for the evening and awoke to the luckiest event I’ve ever had while sailing.
I woke up and looked out the side window to notice a large rocky outcropping drift by. Startled, I went topsides and discovered my anchor was dragging. I’d rested easily all evening, but the wind had picked up in the morning and I had drifted directly out the opening of the cove. What are the odds? I lifted the dragging anchor and faced with the decision of waiting the appropriate time to vent gas fumes before starting the engine and crashing into some rocks, decided to hit the ignition. It started, and I was underway perhaps 20 seconds before going aground.
- the MuseTags: North Channel
