The girls on a mooring we found just beneath Cape Scott, BC. Note our as-of-yet seldom-used Code Zero on its foil-less furler ahead of our furled jib. It's been fantastic the times we've flown it.
Just a couple mornings ago we left Port Angeles, WA and headed northwest through the Salish Sea. At dinner time, approaching Cape Flattery, our bow began to rise and fall in the large, gentle ocean swells that found their way into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
But every northward mile since leaving Victoria three months ago has been increasingly… and here is where I don’t know what to say. “Mind-blowing” and “profound” and other superlatives come to mind, but they don’t capture my experience.