near there but wasn't there any more. Plus, when I - eventually - raised my chain (after the
windless blew a fuse!) the anchor was hooked on a hawser which must have been 3 or
4 inches thick (!). I took out my sheath knife - which I always wear at the belt and - while still
in the pouring rain and cut it free. By that time the wind had moderated. At it's worst
I could hardly see a few feet to windward. The knife went through that thick hawswer like butter
and in a second or two I was free and could re-anchor in what I took to be a safe spot.
By this time, it was totally dark outside and I didn't feel like pushing my luck and heading
to The Basin. I did that in the early AM where I removed - with difficulty - the genoa which
had ripped from luff to leech and was in 2 pieces. The full story is quite a bit longer....

Jerry