How about “All of the Above?” I left Campbell River, BC to cross the Strait of Georgia with a promising forecast, when ambushed by a wicked combination of Wind, Strong Currents Against Wind, Monster Waves and then Fire Onboard when sea boots flying around the cabin struck old wiring, causing a short that ignited. (Oh, and about that time the dinghy broke loose, quickly disappearing astern in the rollers.) After dousing the fire, we turned back and miraculously found and snagged the dinghy. We finally made it across, greatly humbled, to shelter in False Bay on Lasqueti Island, where I only recall wine and a long, deeply fitful sleep. The next day was glassy calm, as we continued to Desolation Sound.
How about “All of the Above?” I left Campbell River, BC to cross the Strait of Georgia with a promising forecast, when ambushed by a wicked combination of Wind, Strong Currents Against Wind, Monster Waves and then Fire Onboard when sea boots flying around the cabin struck old wiring, causing a short that ignited. (Oh, and about that time the dinghy broke loose, quickly disappearing astern in the rollers.) After dousing the fire, we turned back and miraculously found and snagged the dinghy. We finally made it across, greatly humbled, to shelter in False Bay on Lasqueti Island, where I only recall wine and a long, deeply fitful sleep. The next day was glassy calm, as we continued to Desolation Sound.
Stupidity