Marinas have a way of shrinking a perfectly fine sailboat down to its worst manners. The water’s still, the space is tight, and a little breeze seems to find the one angle that makes you look like you forgot how to steer.
The good news is close quarters isn’t magic; it’s just energy and timing. If you arrive with a plan, keep the boat slow enough to stop but alive enough to steer, and you know what your prop does in reverse, most “interesting” docks stay pleasantly boring.
And if it’s not shaping up, there’s no shame in circling once more. Paint is expensive, pride is heavier, and neither helps in a fairway.