To celebrate my birthday on December 3 we spent the weekend on Aurora. Sunday morning broke clear and beautiful with a fine breeze. We sailed up Port Townsend Bay and into the Strait. Then it turned windy and cold, so we tacked back toward home. Sailing into the wind made it all the colder and then it started to snow. Soon we were in a blizzard, with snowflake clumps an inch and a quarter in diameter coming at us at 35 knots. It was a complete whiteout and we needed to use radar to find our way back to port. We spent the rest of the weekend cozily snowed in, the furnace working like a charm. No photos from this cruise!
Compare this with the most perfect mid-winter cruise imaginable. It wasn't until February that we made it back to the boat again. (A holiday drive to California for Christmas with the family was followed by Jack's Mom's passing and a larger gathering of the family for her memorial. ) In the midst of one of the heaviest winters on record we found ourselves surfing across the water while basking in the sun surrounded by the Cascades on to the north and east and the majestic Olympics to the south west. Point Wilson, home to the spookiest waters around, looked like something on a postcard from the Caribbean.
Compare this with the most perfect mid-winter cruise imaginable. It wasn't until February that we made it back to the boat again. (A holiday drive to California for Christmas with the family was followed by Jack's Mom's passing and a larger gathering of the family for her memorial. ) In the midst of one of the heaviest winters on record we found ourselves surfing across the water while basking in the sun surrounded by the Cascades on to the north and east and the majestic Olympics to the south west. Point Wilson, home to the spookiest waters around, looked like something on a postcard from the Caribbean.
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