It seems like people my age are over-protected today, even to the point where a lot of parents refuse to put their kids in the position to make important decisions, to aspire to great things, because they don't want to put them in a position to fail.

But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little boat like some watery blue version of the Great Wall of China.

When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there's a massive sense of accomplishment.

Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.

In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.

The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.

Fewer people have successfully solo-circumnavigated the globe than have journeyed into space.