I slept on a boat last night*. I was in Bellingham for Vaudevillingham and was starting a housesitting gig the next day so didn't want to go home only to come back. Amiel was good enough to let me crash on his boat. Not only did this up a lagging stat on my Sleeping Around calendar, it turned out to be quite an experience.
The winds throughout the night were ripping. Data from the nearest weather station (as so awesomely visualized here) showed sustained winds of around 35 units per unit* with gusts well into the 60s. This made for lots of rocking and, to a greater degree, noise. A couple of times, Amiel came sprinting through the cabin to make sure we hadn't had the mast ripped down or been dragged out to sea. On a walk through the marina in the morning, this only damage we saw was a boat knocked off it's trailer. From the apocalyptic sounds from the night before, I was expecting to see the little boats impaled on the big boats masts. Too bad. That would have made a good blog post. |
Monday November 16 2009 | File under: misc |
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on Mon 16th Nov, 2009 10:05 pm PST Version 1.0 said: "Take a good, hard look at the mother effin' boat!" ************************ on Thu 19th Nov, 2009 10:27 pm PST maggie said: i'm feeling queasy just imagining the rocking! ************************ |
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