At 3:37AM (I know because we have a clock velcroed to the ceiling of the quarterberth) I awoke to an awful sound.  A dull, heavy, rolling thudthudthudthudthud echoing through the water.  “Matt!” I whispered.  “Did you hear that?” and then the dread of every cruiser – “I think our anchor might be dragging.”  Seconds later, … Continue reading An undesirable encounter (or Balls to the Walls)