We arrived the other day after a very mild trip around the Oso peninsula (our books says the area is “famous for its violent thunderstorms”). We had probably four knots of wind all night, then upon sunrise, it poured rain. I stood in the cockpit on watch under the umbrella while the boat just sat still in the middle of the gulf, the water pounded flat.

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