No one else was sailing that day, we were the only fools out there.
Unfortunately, the only spot available in Port McNeil was only partially shielded from the wind waves, so we got our asses kicked all night at the dock too.
The harbourmaster felt sorry for us, and found another spot for us. We couldn't move to it until today though, the wind and water was keeping us pinned to the dock.
Now we are ready to relax.
We also did a really stupid thing on this transit. Furling the jib is really difficult in high winds, even when facing into it, so sometimes we roll it in wrong. Rolling it wrong means that the wind can catch in it.
The result is the top part of the sail fills with air and balloons out while the bottom is still furled. The wind causes the pocket of air in the sail to flail violently which shakes the entire rig in a very scary way. The only way we found to fix this is to do a 360 turn.