We sailed back to Preveza one last time to get our new chart plotter installed. We brought Bedouin dockside and lashed her up for the night and Mark put the full array of our fenders out knowing there was a steady blow headed our way .
The forecast showed winds would be blowing all night long, in excess of 35 knots, beam to–meaning it would be shoving into the dock like Elaine all fired up in an episode of Seinfeld.
All fourteen fenders dangled on the starboard side and we were ready for the battle.
As the winds kicked up, the tumult, as usual, put me into a good nights sleep—which was not very helpful to Mark. When I woke up in the morning totally refreshed from being rocked all night into a deep sleep, I sheepishly asked him how it went. He hadn’t woken me and so I assumed it never amounted to much.
He said, “I felt like a ten year old kid for half the night playing a giant game of Whack-A-Mole. I was racing back and forth along the side of the boat shoving back the fenders that popped out under all the pressure.”
And to think kids pay to play that game at an arcade when lucky Mark got hours and hours of playtime all for free. What an exciting way to spend your retirement.
The winds still kicked up during the day and another Whack-A-Mole game ensued.
