Cabo Roho on the south west corner of Puerto Rico was symbolic of what it is to face fears. Every fisherman we spoke with in the days leading up to the corner had warned us about this monster. The wild seas would not let you hide on the inside, the harsh winds would not let you take the outside. “Even single engine boats have been pushed backwards!”. Yeah, well that gets your attention. Everyone we spoke too agreed; This was a passage you could only take at dawn. Before 10am for sure and even then it was a risk.

It’s always that anticipation that gets you. The unknown. Especially when you hear stories of how dangerous it can be. It’s hard to sort honest evaluations from big seaman’s yarns. You are left to look into the eyes of strangers and try to evaluate the source.

In the end you always have to option to turn back or proceed with caution or. . wild abandon if you choose. Hell, we have that choice every morning when we get out of bed!