Depending on the tide, water rushes out to the ocean from the inlet, or into the inlet from the ocean.
Either way, at times the waves can build up. This was one of those times.
Like it or not, we were going in.
If this had been my first time cruising, I would have panicked.
Totally. Hyperventilated for sure.
|Sailing rough seas in Greece|
But in the years we’ve been married,
the Captain and I have sailed high winds
and rough waters in the Aegean Sea,
navigated through dense, pea soup New England fog,
|Traffic on the C&D Canal|
traveled narrow canals as we were passed by huge ocean freighters,
|The Brooklyn Bridge|
been dodged by sea planes wanting to land on the exact spot we occupied on New York’s East River,
had nights of rough thunderstorms,
and sailed our large, comfortable cruiser at impressive speeds. (8.5 knots!)
Time and experience have taught me I can trust my Captain husband.
So instead of hyperventilating I pulled out my camera, braced myself in the cockpit, focused the camera as best I could and began clicking away.
I love this shot.
The waves rose up behind the boat several feet above our cockpit where they curled into breaking surf. Using his skill, intuition and muscle Captain Payne literally rode in the waves, surfing our boat like a 42 foot long surfboard. He had a blast.
And because I kept my camera lens on his face, I focused on the joy and adventure instead of the water and waves.
Here’s hoping we all have our focus right in 2012!