Last night we gave up the battle to get to Gibraltar and proceeded to a nearby marina.
Which, it turned out, had no berths (a 1st since we are so out of season this just hasn't been an issue), so we worked our way back out through the surf line (yep....less than 50 yards from the beach and big breaking waves) and went 2NM to the next marina.
Today was supposed to be more of the same, strong winds on the nose and large waves, which means burning fuel and bashing against it at 3-4 knots (basically, we could walk out of the Med faster).
I gave it some thought and just didn't have a great feeling about things, so I decided to park it here for the day.
The rain and overcast skies helped the decision, but also a look out the hatch at waves sending spray over a 15' sea wall reinforced the thought of bagging it for today (or more...).
So, late in the afternoon (when the rain abated) we clamber off the boat and do the look for internet bit and end up in a nice bar.
Watching TV (but only being able to catch the images) showed that Gibraltar got nailed today, the marinas were a mess, flooding had wrecked part of the town, etc., etc.
Wow, sometimes not being where you really think you want to be works out in your favor!
Gibraltar is a "mere" 35nm from here, but it may as well be on the moon the way things are going.
We may poke our nose out of the marina tomorrow, or may not, but I'm really glad I took the lazy route today!
The Med reminds me of the Roach Motel commercials, "You can check in but can't check out!"
We'll be out of it, maybe later than sooner, but Severance will prevail!!!
P.S. I just finished a book about Shackleton's adventures (Google him)...makes one feel like a real whimp when we're whining about bashing around in Med in relative comfort and plugging in a heater most nights in a marina
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