I'm one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.
Abby SunderlandWild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.
Abby SunderlandAll the ingenuity, all the high-tech gear, all the jury-rigging sometimes the sea would rip it all away until there was only you, the Creator, and His mercy.
Abby Sunderland