Last night's overnight stay: a mooring buoy in a little bay on undeveloped Jones Island State Park. Gorgeous, quiet, private, and dark enough where we could see Orion's belt come up over the trees...
Last night crossing the strait to Canada, we got caught in a squall. The wind jumped from 20 knots to 34 and beyond (I saw the wind meter as high as 38.6, but I was a bit busy), against a 3 knot tide...