Yes, Chris, that pic was of a 'fun' moment. 'Twas, 2007, returning from a cruise up into Lake Huron. Hell of a storm somewhere West of the Mackinac Bridge. I went under the bridge and into mayhem. Didn't even think about the CURRENT funneling eastward, channeled by the straits. No real danger, but was trapped up against a lee shore all night, would make 50 yards headway, then lose all or more of it on the next tack. Mostly concerned about not making any headway should the storm get worse, or move towards my position. This pic was snapped shortly after dawn, storm dying out, had turned the tiller over to my buddy. Max swell/wave height we had to slam through was eight, maybe nine feet. Made the tacking interesting, though, timing was everything!
Yes, I'll start that post. Also, I think I know you, even though I cannot quite make you out in your avatar. Sail with me anytime, OK?