Although it is late at night, I feel my company is immediately welcomed on the bridge of the Ioffe.
Sailing north across the Drake to Ushuaia, the First Mate and I engage in light hearted chatter about the current sea conditions.
The wind is blowing about 40-50 miles an hour with the seas ranging from nine to twelve feet high. We both have a laugh that these are probably not the best conditions for some of the Ioffe passengers.
It is exciting to watch as a huge wave crest over the bow of the Ioffe. I am sure this is just one of many that we will encounter tonight.
As the frigid sea water escapes overboard, it is hard to imagine it is the same deck we stood on just a few hours ago.