Sailing things right

That was scary as hell.
Yesterday, after refueling, I decided to go to the marina 12 miles away, because I didn't like the forecast. My very sensitive butt was screaming not to go anywhere but the only marina for surrounding 50 miles got the sand bank right at the entrance and they didn't remove it yet. So we had to try to go.
But at midnight, after several hours of chilly sailing at 16 knots, someone turned wind full throttle — to 30 knots and gusts about 40-45.
During this night I knew by experience what "broaching" and "heave-to" are. I wish I never knew it.

Now moored at Crotone and going to stay here at least until Friday.