The eerie sounds of Hurricane Sandy along with the sensation of a levitating boat at anchor is haunting.   At 40-60 knot winds we weren’t even experiencing the full brunt of what Sandy had to offer.  Thanks to our hurricane hole on Wilton Creek.

By 5AM, the sounds of Sandy winds changed and bands of winds grew distant.  The boat ceased creaking and the sensation of going airborne subsided.  The worst is over, from a wind perspective.  It’s a brisk 41 degrees inside of Cat Maudy and Sandy has morphed into a NorEaster – leaving blizzard conditions behind.  Paddy is making hot drinks in the galley and Soxy, our cat is body slammed to us  seeking heat.  And all is OK, we are OK, and despite the relentless rains, the wrath of Sandy is moving on..

We hoped that later in the day our marina would allow us to return to dockside.  But no.  Dock repairs were needed, so we spent the day drinking hot tea, hot soup….and appreciating we survived Hurricane Sandy at anchor.   We would spend another night in this hurricane hole in numbing cold — but all is good.