I had expected that it would get a bit rough as we left the lee of Ahous Point, but I was not prepared for the sudden and dramatic change in conditions. By the time I realized that the weather we had seen building to the south had arrived as we rounded the point, it was too late to turn around and seek the safer waters of Ahous Bay. The 20- to 25-mile-per-hour winds and three- to five-foot breaking and confused seas made coming about a sure invitation to capsizing, and I wasn't at all confident that either of us would be able to get back into our boats. Theresa was barely able to make any headway against the wind, and began to fatigue. I tried to stay as close as possible, but as I braced to stay upright and fought to punch through the oncoming waves, the distance separating us began to increase. In the lulls, I stopped paddling to let her narrow the gap between us. I realized that if she capsized behind me it would be unlikely that I would be able to turn around to help her. We were about a quarter mile from Ahous Point. I quickly scanned the shore to find a pullout to escape the danger we had unwittingly placed ourselves in. It was at this point that I felt panic start to creep in, for there was nothing but rocky shoreline with thundering surf. I could see a sandy beach approximately a half-mile ahead but, looking over my shoulder at my wife, I was afraid that we'd never make it without a mishap. Somehow, through determination, courage, and a healthy dose of fear, we made the beach and shelter of the small bay. Resting on a kelp bed, I scanned the beach and realized that, although it might offer temporary shelter, it would be underwater at high tide, which was due at around 9:00 p.m. At the top of the steeply shelving beach, there was a jumble of logs piled up against the base of a nearly vertical wall of rock. Regaining some strength, we decided to push on toward Moser Point. As we fought our way along the rocky shoreline, we rested in the lee of small points of rock. My arms were beginning to cramp up. Eventually, we dragged ourselves, exhausted, wet, and cold, onto the beach that was tucked into a small cove to the west of Moser Point.