It was one of those days that reminds you the ocean really doesn’t give a damn about your plans, your schedule, or your opinion of yourself. The kind of day where the sea looks you dead in the eye and says, “Alright sailor… let’s see what you’re made of.”
We were out in the Alenuihāhā Channel, that stretch of water between the Big Island and Maui that has humbled better sailors than me and probably buried a few too. The wind had been blowing a steady 55 knots all morning,...
