Yesterday afternoon, Jeffrey turned to me while I was having a cup of tea on the bridge deck. “You’re going to love this place I’ve picked out to go through tomorrow.” I smiled at him trying to decide if his tone indicated a challenge. “Uganda Passage,” he said, looking up at the chart hanging from the overhead. He pointed to a thin snake of a channel between Marina Island and Cortez Island. I squinted at the passage and wished I’d had my reading glasses handy. “Nice, looks like a tight squeeze,” I replied. I could tell that Jeffrey was hoping I’d show a little more fear, but over the years, I’ve come to enjoy the challenging passageways and anchorages that Jeffrey loves to navigate.