Big waves

I think that I shall never forget, Even if I live to be 100 years old, the day I sailed into the "Straights of Juan de Fuca". This was my introduction to "life at sea". This is one of those places you have to be there to know what I am talking about. Just the very name of this body of water sounds bad. I had'nt developed my " sea legs " yet, having not too long being out of "boot camp', and now here I was in the roughest water in the Pacific Ocean. What a way to get your "sea legs". Oh, by the way, I was on what Sailors call a "TIN CAN", not exactly a large ship. The waves out there were just great big mounds of water rolling to and fro. From the "trough" of the wave[ bottom] to the "crest" of the wave[top] was 80 feet high, and that is the honest truth. Needless to say, that is some really big mounds of water rising and falling, making our ship seem like a very small cork, trying to stay afloat without capsizing. In your wildest dreams ,you can't imagine how this feels to be "on top" one moment, then down in "the trough" the next moment. AMUSEMENT PARKS can't hold a candle to this ride. All the while you are asking youself over and over again, 'Why in the world am I out here????????? I never again saw that heavy of seas. After that introduction to sea life, nothing was ever "Bad" again. Well, thats it for now!