It’s every sailor’s dream, in one way or another—cast off the lines, drop the mooring, raise anchor, sail off into the deep blue yonder. It’s the kind of dream that sustains us through dark cold winter nights, on gridlocked roads and in packed subway cars. Throughout the short history of cruising under sail, the notion of leaving the landbound life behind and sailing around the world has been the achievable Everest of sailing romantics—and sailors are, by definition, romantics, else we’d all be doing something sensible and logical with our time, something that doesn’t involve getting wet, obsessing over bilge pumps and holding tanks, and writing endless checks.
And yet, it seems fewer of us are actually sailing around the world, as Jimmy Cornell points out in his latest world…
