Well, obviously we've never been here on a sunny Sunday afternoon during the low tide cycle. Wowzers! We came around the corner and was shocked to see the place was packed full of small boats with competing stereos blasting and young folks walking around in thigh deep water socializing. It was definitely a party zone! We found a spot, dropped the hook and sat up on the flybridge to watch the show.
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| Note the old guys sitting there ogling the young ones. Get a hobby, gentlemen! |
Eventually, as the sun set the crowd began to thin out. A fight broke out on the group of rafted off teenagers and they dismantled and drifted off. Only a few anchored boats were left scattered across the anchorage. We settled in for a peaceful evening while watching the stars appear one by one.
Just before we were about to turn in a sailboat pulled in. Struggling to find a spot to anchor in the dark, we could hear them shouting at each other, and not in the nicest tone either. They hovered around for awhile, deciding where to anchor, and finally decided our spot looked pretty good! They came up right beside us, just ahead a bit, and proceeded to drop the hook. Apparently their anchor rode was stuck in the windlass and they couldn't get enough anchor line out. We know this because we could clearly hear their entire conversation from our boat. They settled about thirty feet from us, drifting closer.
Jeff suggested to them that they were a little close to us.
They retorted that they didn't like that people from "God knows where" come to their country and tell them how to anchor. Then added "Have you never been in a tight anchorage before?!"
I pointed out that this wasn't a tight anchorage and there was lots of room to anchor without drifting onto us.
The conversation degraded from there.
They drifted even closer to us and before we bumped they picked up and moved a little farther away, while periodically flashing their spotlight on us and shaking it, calling us Canadian bastards. Not sure what the shaking light was all about but I did remind Jeff several times that they may very well be armed and to please just ignor their antics. He did try, but Jeff being Jeff couldn't help a few juicy retorts.
With a jammed anchor line they were not able to get enough rode out to anchor properly and soon started dragging again. At least they were dragging away from us this time and into the channel! We eventually got tired of the show and went inside where we couldn't hear the hollering.
During one of our anchor checks in the middle of the night we saw that they were gone.
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| A great big empty anchorage and they arrive in the dark and decide to anchor RIGHT beside us?! Jeeze. |
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