I'm not quite the easy going sailing girl I thought I was. I disappointed myself Friday. The Captain took us pretty far out in the Sound to Lopez Island. We were actually a little further north than Victoria, British Columbia, but still in American waters. After sailing through Deception Pass, which is nerve wracking, but we've done before, we kept on going further out, all the way across the spot where the Strait of Rosario meets the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
Eeep! That Rosario and Juan get into some rough stuff!
They are two strong currents that serve as major thoroughfares for tankers, naval vessels, big ships, and the like, and when they meet up, you're getting both of them trying to push you along at the same time, only in two or three different directions.
Our boat was rocking and pitching side to side, up the swells and then plopping back down again. It was scary. I really got panicky and was holding on to the railings for dear life. I think I might have even prayed a bit. I couldn't even look up. I didn't get sea sick, but I was scared. The more I saw our boat pitching and swaying, the more scared I got. The Captain was cool and calm, though. He said it was nothing, and he sailed right through it like an old salty dog, never even flinching. He said our boat was made for much rougher stuff than that.
Maybe so, but I was having visions of the ill-fated Andrea Gale in the Perfect Storm.
It scared the daylights out of me. As soon as we got to our quiet, little, safe and secure spot in Aleck Bay for the night, I headed straight down to the galley and a glass of wine. It had been very hot back at the marina, but out in the open where we were, it was pretty windy and chilly. I took a nice warm shower, and when I got out, the Captain had us some hot crab soup and sushi for dinner. He even had a bottle of our favorite Duck Pond Pinot Noir opened and ready for me. He said he felt bad for not better preparing me on what to expect out there, but he more than made up for it with the romantic and cozy dinner.
However, in the back of my mind, as we lay down to sleep, all I could think about was how in the hell were we going to get home again.