Another Stormy Day

March 3rd (Tuesday) 

It was a stormy, cold day. The wind blew up from the southeast, and even inside the apartment we could hear the howl of the wind and feel the shudder of the walls. We could see the flying spray and driving rain blowing up over the water, and at around midday Jason went to check on our boat. She was doing just fine without us, but it gave us some peace of mind to check on her; we could also see her from one of the windows at the end of the building.  

When we walked home after work the wind was still howling, and it was hailing. As we walked into the wind towards the marina we had to hold our hoods down, and bend our heads forward into the wind so as to keep the hail from stinging our faces. As we walked down the dock we kept to the centre of it, and kept our weight forward and our heads down. By the time that we got home, our fingers were cold and stinging.  

Inside the boat, our fridge, which is on sliders, had rolled out from under the counter because we had forgotten to secure it before leaving in the morning. In addition, our kettle from our morning hot water for tea and coffee had fallen over on the stove. That was indicative of just how much our boat had been moving around and heeling over at the dock. 

It is easy to become complacent while tied up to a dock, neglecting to secure everything, and forgetting how much we can still move around when the wind blows up.

Through the evening and into the night it hailed the most I think that I have ever known it to hail. In our experience, hail is usually a thing that comes with a passing thunder cell, and it is usually short lived, but this time it hailed, and hailed, and hailed. Sometimes it would stop for a bit, but then it would start right back up again.