A hurricane was approaching with Northerly winds expected. I secured the use of a friend's mooring way in the Northern, protected part of the harbor. This mooring holds an enormous multi-hull, and uses double kevlar hawsers. I wasn't going anywhere. But on the ride in to shore, first time I'd met the guy, I asked if the harbor had been busy with people getting ready for the storm. "Yup," he replied. "All the smart ones have scooted out of here."

It took me a couple moments to realize what he was saying He's crusty, but I do think he knows his moorings.