Call it Vulcan, call it Mordor. Either way you get the idea. This island has seen explosion, eruption, convulsion, destruction.

The impossible shot of Pico floating above the land.

Being alone on a boat crossing oceans makes no logical sense. But for those of us who venture, the rewards far outweigh the risks.

When you’re navigating your path, whether up a rock face or an ocean, having that one safe handhold is a blessing.

Skirting the Bermuda Triangle, we made it north on our first sail with our eventual round-the-world team of Dottie, Grace, and myself.

They were in trouble. So we agreed to help them, with no idea how we were going to pull it off.