Jeff, it wasn't bad.
Saturday it was a little gloomy, but didn't rain until after dark. We motored into the wind with large, but gentle rollers. After returning from the bar that night, it blew hard from the South and the squalls were beating down something fierce. I was waking up from sudden gusts that would knock us over about 5 degrees, and then I would get paranoid in the dark and wait for flashes of lightning. It never came. The rigging sang all night.
Sunday was mostly cloudy, and sprinkled a little. No big deal. That night, it rained pretty steadily, and the chop picked up around midnight. The wind changed to Westerly, and some 3-foot chop would roll around the corner and into the harbor. We were at G6.
Monday morning was sunny and beautiful. The wind wind was fresh from the West, and we were averaging 7.2-7.5 knots with one reef in the main, and genoa furled down to about 100 percent (it's a 135). The chop was probably 5-7 feet on top of a gentle ground swell. Got splashed a few times, but no green water on deck.
It was nice. The forecasts sucked all week, and I would not have gone but a friend from Alaska flew down, and we decided to make it happen. I'm glad we went.