Good Call / Bad Call

Deciding to take two nights tied up at a marina with electricity, heat, and all the amenities easily available as a rainy storm system moves in over the area:

GOOD CALL

Taking a spot on the exterior of the southernmost dock, exposed to the full stretch of the harbour, as the southeasterly builds from that same rainy storm system:

BAD CALL

So, I am happy to be warm and dry and out of the rain, with no need to conserve electricity or fuel and all the diversions of a fully stocked town at my fingertips. I'm not so happy to be getting slammed up against the dock as the waves pound in from across the bay in fifteen or twenty knots of wind. I've got all our fenders out now and they're getting squashed flat. The guy with the boat moored astern of us is talking about pushing off (it's about 2130 right now) and going out to anchor in Mark Bay instead of staying here getting pushed around. Maybe I'm just jaded; we were on the float adjacent to Newcastle Channel last time we were here and got smacked about similarly by wakes and chop there, so this seems uncomfortable, but not unusual. Or maybe I'm optimistic; it's supposed to die down around midnight. Or maybe I'm pessimistic; getting off the windward side of the dock with vessels close in fore and aft would be no picnic, nor would be poking around looking for a protected spot in the dark in Mark Bay. That right there could take till midnight.

At any rate, it's just noisy and bouncy, nothing dangerous, and I was going to sleep in tomorrow anyway. Leaving the electric heater on all night so I don't have to get up and start the stove to warm up the cabin in the morning:

GOOD CALL