At the wheel, I soon realized it was best not to look over your shoulder, but sometimes I couldn't help myself. The scene was mightily impressive, with standing waves measuring 4 or 5 feet tall. But Sky handled them like an absolute champ, plowing ahead with purpose and dispatch, never rounding up, just tracking along under complete control with its twin rudders as if it were on rails. At one point, the tack line for the spinnaker stripped and the sail went flailing, but naturally, DJ was all over it, and it presented but a minor hiccup. We crossed the finish line, one end of which was the 90-foot Mexican navy ship Tulum, right around 0400. Only a pair of boats had already finished, one of which was the famous racer Merlin, the other a Tripp-designed 75-footer. Serious company. For a cruising boat on its first major test, Sky had acquitted itself nicely. The cold breakfast cervezas, followed by heaping plates of huevos rancheros, went down smoothly.