Getting around the Hesquiat Peninsula was rough. Very, very rough. For one, the forecasted 11-13 knots of wind was actually more like 20-25 knots, directly on the bow. This is complicated by the area around the Peninsula and for several miles offshore being less than 200ft deep, making for steep, brief periods of waves.

Things didn’t pick up until we were a few miles offshore and over halfway down the peninsula; at that point, turning back would have been every bit as bad, if not worse, for nearly as long as just continuing through, so we did. It was not comfortable, and as the bow punched through waves repeatedly, my partner asked the question: “what’s that banging sound?” and I asked “where’s the anchor?”