With the currents in our favour, we decided to spend only one night in Port Ludlow and make our way to Garrison Bay on San Juan Island – some forty-six nautical miles away.
I’ve been itching for a good sail, but it wasn’t meant to be. The wind was coming from the right direction, but there wasn’t enough to fill our sails. And while I mourned the loss of what may have been one of our best opportunities this season – crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca – David remarked how beautiful the conditions were. He was right. And after taking a real look around at the millpond of the sea and Mount Baker looming in the distance, I begrudgingly had to agree: this can be an ugly stretch of water and today was nothing short of a gift.
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