The winds and waves picked up substantially by about 9am and we started slipping backwards towards the rocks behind the boat, so we had to pull up the anchor and find another place to anchor. In high winds and waves we tried several times to get the anchor to hold where it wasn’t too close to other boats and/or shallow water or rocks. Due to the limited space we had a short scope on the anchor chain, which caused the boat to pitch violently throughout the night. It was so rough the bow roller on the front of the boat was bent… (Strangely, almost the exact angle that the anchor was bent!) So all through the night we were monitoring our position and standing by to be ready to re-anchor if necessary. At about 4:30am, an hour before low tide, the keel started hitting the bottom during the big swells so we had to pull up the anchor, move to deeper water and reset the anchor, right next to a very rocky shore in pitch black night, during high winds and waves. It took two tries to get the anchor to set, and we spent the rest of the night watching to make sure we didn’t drag anchor. At this point, Cathy was ready seriously ready to go home… She was totally shut down. She was fantasizing about being on dry land with relatives in Texas.