As a long time sailboater, I have enjoyed many voyages. We crossed from the Canary Islands to Barbados, 2,700 miles of Atlantic Ocean in 1985, mostly dead downwind like in the olden days in square riggers. We were with good friends in their 50'
Ketch, a Taiwan Turkey, which looked good at anchor but was very top heavy due to wooden masts and an abundance of teak topside. It rolled gunwale to gunwale, shipping some water on the deck each role. My wife coined a phrase, "Rythmic rolling is reality". This is normal downwind, trade wind sailing. No storms.
We sailed our Cal 46' "Satori" sloop for many years from California May 1988, Mexico for 2 years, Central America, through the Panama Canal, 3 years in the Caribbean and South America, up the east coast of the USA and back to Bayou Chico. We had weather fax, SSB and HAM radios, plus my wife had completed classes in weather forecasting while at sea. We avoided any real storms in those years, 1988 to 2002. In 2004 Hurricane Ivan blew through Pensacola doing a lot of damage, however our home/dock/boat is in Bayou Chico, fairly well protected. I had built our dock to withstand storm damage, yet we had 140 knot winds and a storm surge of 10.5' above mean high tide. I had prepared our boat with extra anchors and heavy lines to pilings, etc. I elected to stay aboard during the hurricane so I could adjust lines as the water level in the bayou rose.
Lessons learned:
-I could not stand when the wind was over 100 knots, I had to crawl to adjust lines.
-The wind noise was almost terrifying, halyards clanging, parts of building flying through the wind, etc.
-You may have your boat properly prepared, but some "alpha hotel" may anchor upwind with inadequate tackle and drag down on you.
- I reinforced my dock and hold off pilings waiting for the next hurricane.
Now for my storm... I was in the US Marine Corps, active duty 1955 to 1958 in a new field of communications. It was wonderful for a 17 year old boy from Tupelo, MS. I got to ride on helicopters, land on carriers, go to sea, desert, mountains and more.
In 1957, we loaded our radio gear on a good old H-34 helicopter and got a ride out to CVE 118, what a thrill to look out the side door and see what looked like a toothpick in the water, then it got bigger and we descended. In those days the Navy was not totallly prepared for housing Marines on a CVE, (small carrier) so we slept in our sleeping bags under the helo on the hanger deck.
It was a great adventure as I got to set up a radio station above the flying bridge, make several landings by helo and set up stations on Camp Pendleton. One night a winter storm came through and our small carrier was taking green water on the flight deck. We tied our sleeping bags to the helo's pads and hung on. Vomit was ankle deep in the head as many were sea sick. Not me, I have never been sea sick. It was enough for the Captain to head back to San Diego.
Life is good!
Tom