It was a few years ago, but
live aboard in Connecticut, NE blizzard, company putting up the crew in a local
hotel, but I'm docked 10 minute walk (without the snow), valiantly march through the snow to the dock, notice there is no glow from the heater in the
cabin. The hatch is frozen shut. Pry it open, but it breaks the hatch cover. I find no electric
service on board. Follow the shorepower cable to the stanchion on the dock. The winds and rocking of boat and floating dock have undone the twist lock and the umbilical cord is in the drink. It's frozen. bend it around to the
galley and roast it over a burner. It gets softer. Water starts running out of the connector. After a while it is mostly dry and I stuff it back in and throw the breaker. The heat comes on. The hatch cover gets disassembled and reassembled while the storm rages. Horizontal tons of snow. The calendar in the
galley is plastered with snow, as is the whole
cabin inside. The hatch is closed and I crash in the bunk still in my eskimo
gear. The next morning the snow on the calendar is still plastered. The thermometer is still below freezing. The heater didn't make any headway. The crew at
work tells me about the great blizzard party they had at the
hotel on the company's dime.