It’s almost dark. Almost. If I were paddling out there right now I would seriously be looking for a place to make landfall, because “almost dark” fades to black almost before you know it. There are wind waves too, and gusts of 25-30 knots blowing froth off the larger ones out in the Narrows. It’s a stormy night, a winter’s night, and no matter what the damn groundhog said, spring is not here yet. Not tonight.
Meanwhile, at this same moment, on the waters near Solander Island, there’s a gale warning in effect. Winds in the low 30’s, not much different than here.