The storm has been brewing all day and now the winds have started to increase. Not that I should be concerned because I am safely inside our condo with a cup of tea in my hand and the gas fireplace keeping me warm.
The boat will be rocking in her slip now. Waves slapping against the bow and the wind whistling through the rigging. I always conjured up images of banshees when the storm winds started to blow. I am grateful to not be on the boat tonight.
I am now checking the wind reports at Ogden Point every 10 minutes. The metal cladding on the outside of our building rattles and for the first time, I wonder if it has ever come off. I search #yyj on Twitter and sure enough there are reports of power outages in Victoria. Ferry sailings have been cancelled and BC Ferries’ Twitter account is tweeting like crazy with updates for stranded ferry passengers. You are always aware that you live on an island during a storm.
This wind storm is still gaining momentum. Twitter followers are now checking in to see how I am doing knowing full well that it is a bad night to be on the water. I am fine but feel guilty because I am snug and warm in this condo while my boat fends for herself. I think about my liveaboard neighbours and hope they are okay knowing that they will be going outside in this storm to check lines and maybe add a few more to secure their boats.
I text my neighbour in the marina to make sure that she is okay. Her dog is shivering in fear, but so far all is good. We do not have any furniture in the condo yet, but I tell her that she has a refuge here for her and her dog if she wants it.
Fifty knots is a lot of wind and although this is the recording for a gust of wind, not sustained wind speed, it is still a lot of wind! The lights flicker in the condo and I make a mental note to buy some emergency candles; all of ours are on the boat. We are so new here that we have forgotten how to live on land. We check on the boat. She is fine but the midship cleat ripped off our neighbour’s side of the finger.
This is the peak of the wind storm. Mother Nature’s anger is spent and there is a softening in the air – a sigh of sorts. The frequency of the gusts decreases and do not last as long. A few last rants at the end of this tantrum – there is not enough energy left to keep up the rage.
The tension that I have been holding in my body eases as the wind speed steadily decreases. This burst of fury has passed and all is calm. Quiet.