The “Danforth” anchor has been my night watchmen for many years. Its been a loyal friend accompanying me to Canada, the Lower Columbia, and to countless places in the Salish Sea. It grips in sand or mud, does OK in cobble, and may even work in weeds. But one place it doesn’t work right now is in my mind. Heading north to the Inside Passage means sleeping in anchorages that are filled with currents, that probably have more rock and less sand. And most importantly, I’ll likely be socked in by weather, waiting it out on the boat, thinking; thinking too much about what that anchor might be doing. With each turn of the tide, with currents moving in different directions, the anchor needs to be at its best, even when I’m not.
While trying to fall asleep, what I don’t want to be asking myself is: Will it reset? Will it hold? Will I end up drifting away in the night?
I’ve got no reason to distrust the old one and it may be irrational, but I couldn’t live with the doubts. No anchor is perfect, but I’m feeling positive about reviews from friends and after months of lamenting, bought a new Rocna, nine-pound model.
Here’s to a good night’s sleep.