Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
I had begun to think that dreams are meant to be no more than dreams and that in reality dreams don't come true. Then my brother (Zac) left on his tr… - Abby Sunderland
I had begun to think that dreams are meant to be no more than dreams and that in reality dreams don't come true. Then my brother (Zac) left on his tr…
- Abby Sunderland
Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high. - Abby Sunderland
Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.
I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God. - Abby Sunderland
I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God.
The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an … - Abby Sunderland
The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an …
I was so thankful that my parents trusted me enough and had enough faith in my abilities to let me follow my passion and try to do something great, e… - Abby Sunderland
I was so thankful that my parents trusted me enough and had enough faith in my abilities to let me follow my passion and try to do something great, e…
I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would… - Abby Sunderland
I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would…
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… - Abby Sunderland
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…
The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game. - Abby Sunderland
The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening. - Abby Sunderland
On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening.
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