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The next morning, we begin rounding the Horn. Stories abound about enormous and stormy waves we would probably encounter when our ship fights its way around the Horn. We were prepared to brace ourselves against rough seas as we traversed this place where the Pacific and the Atlantic meet. But, we were spared, and almost disappointed, that the ship was steadier here than it had been when we had, upon occasion, been subjected to the fury of off shore Chilian winds. Skillful seamanship and ship stablizers smoothed the sea to sea transition. As we had used inland passages for most of our voyage South from Santiago to the Horn we had been protected from any severe winds that might have pounded the west coast. So, our trip so far was only mildly rough, and I could find that only the constantly cloudy gray overcast was burdensome when it dimmed my view of the awesome beauty that stood before us. Hey, I'm trying to take a picture here!

Seas are moderate, stabilizers are set, it's 41 F with light snow. The captain suggests that we jump into the swimming pool and swim around the Horn. We didn't, but we received a certificate for "Rounding the Horn" anyway. It didn't take long and we were soon on the open Atlantic Ocean, sailing for the Falkland Islands.