In the Juan de Fuca Strait, not far from Port San Juan. This is a scan of a print from a slide, and one of these days I'm going to figure out how to even out the exposure, but I think it still captures some of the feeling. The surface was steel-gray and barely rippled by the breeze, but the water was rolling in from the Pacific in huge lumps. My friend kept disappearing and reappearing. It's the only time I've ever been seasick in a kayak.