At 8 PM, we cast off the lines in Punta Arenas. As we sail away, the sun sets the clouds and cirrus wisps in a light pink glow. We hoist …
At 8 PM, we cast off the lines in Punta Arenas. As we sail away, the sun sets the clouds and cirrus wisps in a light pink glow. We hoist …
Sometimes the ocean seems as dead as a doornail. Of course, there are countless animals in it, but days go by without us seeing even one. There’s a good chance …
For the first time in 5 weeks, I put on my shoes during the day. Not because it’s too cold to walk barefoot, but to brace myself. It’s like climbing …
When every day largely resembles the last, including the view, the destination, and the participants, you’re happy when something different happens for a change. After days of nothing but sun …