We are refueling in Crescent City. About 300 miles to go.

Ryan is fond of telling people about emergency responders’ “Trigger Fluids”.  He has a firefighter friend whose trigger fluid is feces. When he encounters someone who has shat themselves, he has to excuse himself and leave the work to people who have different trigger fluids.

Last Thursday, Caroline made a delicious dinner that involved baked mac & cheese and bacon. Afterward, I took it upon myself to do the dishes and dropped a chef’s knife on my ankle causing a trickle of blood to run into my shoe. It was the knife that was cutting the bacon so I was a little freaked out by that. Turns out Caroline’s trigger fluid is blood. If the knife would have landed just 1/16″ or 1/8″ to the right, it would have punctured a large vein so we at least have that.

During the passage through the Strait Juan de Fuca I discovered something about myself. I get horribly seasick. I spent two days alternately barfing or sleeping. Ryan’s trigger fluid is vomit.

Caroline roasted a chicken and made mashed potatoes while we bashed through 3-6 foot waves. We now know why there is a lock on the oven door (no chickens escaped during the bashing through the waves)

Caroline takes over at midnight. She is sleeping now. The dog, not normally allowed in the bed is pretty much glued to Caroline and won’t be moved. (Period!)

I take over at 3a. I’m going down for a nap now.

Captain takes over at 6a.

Ben is sleeping HARD. He doesn’t get a watch until he feels better.

After we turn left (South) we should stop bashing through these waves and the ride should smooth out. Ben should be less sick.

Caroline here… We are 20 miles from Neah Bay and 10 hours in. Ryan and Ben are both ill. Rover is secretly plotting his revenge. I am roasting a chicken.

It is a little foggy.

Ryan here: staying close to the shore in the straight results in much calmer seas.
Ben has lost 3 breakfasts and might hate me.

The dog is completely done with this bullsh*t.

Caroline is unfazed and SLEEPING!!

I’m Ben, longtime friend and now crewmember for the Coho Ho Ho Seattle to San Francisco sailing rally. I’ll be posting stuff here too. Maybe.

India and I are headed north to Anacortes while Ryan is at the office. This is my view of a lovely fog bank just north of Tacoma.

…and here is my view exiting the fog bank.

Here is a better view of the overall fog.  It was thick enough I could not see any land. Visibility was limited. It was odd not being able to see land but having a blue sky visible above me.  I suppose I should get used to the not being able to see land part.

paddle board, crab pot and unicycle… all the necessities are on board