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Bringing back another Block thread.
Seems like everyone's got a good Block Island story or two. Well, here's one of mine that fits the theme. We anchored early afternoon on Friday and were fine overnight. All day Saturday more and more boats came in and the anchorage got tighter and tighter. Sardine cannish, you might even say. Of course, Saturday night a gale blew in. My dad decided we were dragging and woke me around 3AM. I have no idea how long he'd been up or if he slept at all. He and I attempted to move the boat and reanchor in the middle of the night in a huge 40 know blow. After fouling just one other boat's anchor line, and quite a bit of motoring around looking for a spot, success. We finally got our Danforth down and holding and went back to bed exhausted. We woke the next morning to see 3 boats on the beach and a few other tangled together.
When my father woke me up at 3 I would have given anything to roll over and go back to sleep. But, there are times, usually on a boat, when you just can't do that.