A small segment of the trip, where there is no handy inland passage, has to go across open ocean. This is the Gulf of Penas. We were lucky to be able pass through it when the wind was light. At times the ferry becomes windbound here and has to wait behind a headland for calmer weather so that it can cross the gulf.
Still, the swells of the open Pacific gave a pleasant corkscrew motion to the boat and there was little competition at mealtime.
The temperature was in the high 40's (F), there was a breeze, and rain was spitting. Alice chanted Coleridge's "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" and somehow I think the photograph captured the cold desolate ocean. But maybe I'm just projecting.