It's 1130 at night, we're securely anchored and shore-tied and I'm standing in the cockpit admiring the dark starry sky. Suddenly I hear a small snap, followed by several more and then the tortured screech as a giant of the forest begins to tumble. With an almighty 'crack' and thundering roar as the tree's back breaks, the giant crashes and smashes through all other lesser trees in its path to the forest floor and the ocean shore.
I know this is not the only tree to have fallen, and probably not the biggest; but to hear this all happening less than 200 metres from where we are moored and at a time when most folks are tucked in to their bunks… gets my attention. Had a boat been tied to shore at that spot they would have been severely damaged (and we are the closest boat to that location). This certainly motivates one to pause and consider the changes in nature and the 'yet another risk' associated with securing a line around a tree, rock or ring and then assuming you have anchored securely and safely. 🎼The times they are a changing🎼 . Wishing you starry nights without crashing trees. CJ
