Ian felt his first jalapeño margarita wasn't spicy enough, so the bartender stepped up his game for the second one.
Welcome to Blaine! With margaritas.
Point Whitethorn. About 7 nautical miles left. Note the sun came out!
And back in the fog. Either that is the most anemic rainbow ever or we're in a horror movie.
We're on a boat!
Torpedoes at dawn!
Always thrilling to see a fire fighting vessel escorting a tug pushing ... something.
Entering Rosario Strait. The fog is clearing up.
Islands starting to peek through the fog at the Southern part of Rosario Strait.
Woohoo! I can see an island (Smith I in case you're curious). This is so much better than the last two times I made this trek!