It was kind of spooky leaving Post Angeles. It was chilly, with a little fog in the area, and a large bank of it just to the west. Eighteen miles of actual ocean – not the enclosed spaces I’m used to. The crossing was uneventful though, and a bit boring with nothing to look at. The fog came in behind me and hid the US shore, with only the tops of the Olympics poking out. The Victoria ferry left just after I did, and passed so quickly it was soon out of sight in the haze. I got across before noon and had the day to explore the town. There’s so much to do here that I’m going to stay another day. See some museums and go for a bike ride.