Sea state isn’t the most pleasant. It’s manageable for sure, but… It’s at the level where we’ve trapped Maui in our bedroom. We have a threshold for that, and we’ve crossed it.

If either of us was prone to seasickness… We might be miserable today. Had we gotten a second margarita last night, we might be telling a different story.

Wind has been consistent. 12-15 knots and then 17-19 knots. Waves are inconsistent… Splashes on the dodger and occasionally light splashes on the face of whoever is at the helm. We’re taking turns at the helm, to get a break from the cold wind.

We debated about crossing today. Tomorrow is a no-go day. So we would have needed to wait until Monday. Which meant that we’d be anchoring in Nanaimo, and we hate anchoring there. So we decided to go.

View through rain-splattered dodger window while crossing the Strait of Georgia

Brian bundled up at the helm in foul weather gear crossing the Strait of Georgia

Rachel smiling at the helm in foul weather gear and life jacket crossing the Strait of Georgia