Ophelia Offshore

We took a bit of smacking in the Strait of Juan de Fuca – a common right of passage for Pacific Northwest sailors headed south. We spent the day bashing into the wind on a starboard tack, dislodging anything that wasn’t appropriately tied down and testing out our sea sickness meds. A moment that while I was at the helm was watching a wave break over the windward side of the bow and continue down into the interior onto a sleeping crew mate through a vented hatch. When we reached Port Angeles we ducked behind an anchored cargo ship for a wind break to douse the sails.