That's the heck of keeping a boat in a marina.
Most of the time your baby will be OK on her own.
But then there are the storms.
I'm stuck here 90 miles away, trying to keep my mind on getting ready for the next meeting, but one eye is on Weather Underground.
I'm afraid to check the webcams. I don't want to know. And I can't do anything about it, anyway.
Edward raised the alarm last night that bad stuff was on the way, and I stoically waved off his offer to check my docklines. But now, I'm wondering if the stylish chafe I always leave in my docklines is such a good idea.
Well, it's only blowing about 18 knots steady. I sail in that all the time.
But, uh, gusting to 30, hmm.
And supposed to get worse this afternoon.
And pressure 27.6 !!!
To borrow a word from Joe Rouse:
Update: Oh great, I had to read this:
S winds 40 to 50 kt with occasional gusts to 65 kt...
Those weather guys never know what they're talking about, right? Do they?
Update 2: OK, I couldn't stand it. I had to check the webcams. And that made me feel so much better. Here's the view from the Berkeley hills, showing all my favorite landmarks just where they always are:
See, nothing to worry about, after all.
And here's the view from the OCSC sailing school docks, showing conditions on the Bay. Not nearly as bad as I thought they would be. I can rest reassured, now.