So anchoring in rough sea's is not an option even if your in water shallow enough to anchor properly? Where is the line drawn as to when and when not to anchor?
From what I gather, this scenerio epitomizes the cliche and quote from cool hand luke..
"What we've got here is... failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it... well, he gets it. I don't like it any more than you men."
Gringo, IMO was a boat that screamed to the top of its lungs to an owner who clearly existed in a bubble being deaf dumb and blind to the reeling and writhing cries of Gringo. Like a new mother giving a pacifier to a baby with a crappy diaper inspite of the reaking air, a surgean putting a bandaide on a lump in a womans breast.
Sailing to me is a spiritual endeavor aimed to slow us down and get us consciously connected to reality, to get in touch with seemingly inatimate aspects of reality in intimate way's. I can go out to my boat right now and she will start singing an opera to me regarding what give's her pleasure about our relationship, and what I need to do to get her from sounding like a bunch of screeming sheep. There have been countless nights where I stayed up counting sheep in regards to what is going to take to make them stop screaming.
You dream of the day of going to her and have her entertain you with a choreography and of angelic proportions in the symphany of reality, but this requires you to pay attention to the point of being astutely attuned surgically remove the devil out of the details with a scalpel or even a chainsaw when necassary.
Exponential, the term is a resinating mantra in this thread. The domino effect of being blockheaded to the nagging sound of sheep screaming from her, to the point where there was a complete disconnect in the relationship between the vessel and its host, helps us fully understand what happened here.
This scenerio IMO was the result of ignoring of fatal exception error signals vessels resonate to us in sometimes what may appear as strange and mysterious way's to obvious way's that can force an individual to take a blind eye too things such as hair line crack's, that are clearly symptomatic of serious compromise of integrity or issues that can be ignored and written off as a symptom's of minor superficial aging...
With all the components a vessel possesses the last thing you want to do is get into an exponential fatal exception error while being slammed with the many many crash tests that result from voyages into the frontier of blue.
The reality test of the blue will prove whether you have been paying attention or not. It is hard enough to pass the reality crash test the frontier of the blue has to offer, even when your paying boocoo attention.
The moral of this story: you can either pay the proper attention before you make any voyage or you can and more often than not will wind up paying more than you dreamed of bargaining for... You have to pay to play... Now does it make sense or even cent's to position yourself to pay more than you bargained for to the point of forcing yourself and others to paying the ultimate price for your sheer and utter blockheaded disconnect with not only your vessel but reality?
Angels of grace will fly to our rescue, but when we cross the line to the point where find ourselves in the position of being in a place where even angels fo grace fear to tread, well we have no one to blame but ourselves when we allow the devil to be in the details due to ignoring the screaming sheep who are signalling the wolf in sheeps clothing lurking like rats on our vessel feasting on the stinking cheese of ignorance.
Monday morning QB...