Yesterday it was blowing 30 gusting to 40 at my slip, which is more wind in the confines of protected Marina del Rey harbor than my dockmates had ever seen. And extremely loud, not halyards rapping--but instead those accursed genoa covers the racing guys put on so they don't have to have a UV strip, and some sort of forestay foil that, with genoa removed, rattles in high winds. As I was applying sail ties to my loose canvas covers to assure their survival the boat was jerking and lunging against its dock lines such as to knock me off my feet.
I had one ridiculous thought--downwind it will be OK under a scrap of poled-out jib, but I will not be getting much sleep tonight. Weird how the mind works.