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.

The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.

The swells were amazing! As big as three-story apartment buildings!

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.

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

The things that happen on the sea take you beyond yourself, beyond human capability.

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.