I messaged Wayne as soon as I arrived but heard nothing back. I waited and over the next 45 minutes sent another two messages but heard nothing. Because the wind and the rain were so intense I had already put on all my foul weather gear. after what seemed like too long I found a place to hide my gear and made the long trek to the end of one dock with the thought that maybe I could see where Tabasco was. Once I got to the end I saw Tabasco with Wayne on the bow raising the anchor and deploying fenders. I immediately knew they were coming in but the only place I could see where they might be able to dock was a serious haul from where I was. I hoofed it over with gusts of wind that nearly knocked me off the dock.
As I finally got to the dock, Mark and Wayne were fighting against the wind to get close to the dock. Then they recognized me.
Wayne threw me a line once close enough which started an hour long fight to finally get the boat tied up. The forces involved were nuts. Eventually, Mark ended up using the winch.
So much more to say.