Photo by iantehphotography / We journeyed “to that treacherous point where the Pacific and Atlantic oceans meet. We were looking for something no one had ever seen, and we were prepared to climb up or rappel down a knobby face above the deadliest seas on Earth to find it. (Well, some of us were prepared. Ahem.) We chugged 32 hours by ferry; motored 10 hours more on a wooden charter boat captained by a sailor who confessed mid-journey that he'd never navigated this wicked stretch. Then we hit Cape Horn, the last spit of ground in Tierra del Fuego," writes Craig Welch, describing our experience vividly. We were following a scientific expedition led by Brian Buma last year. Upon arrival to Cape Horn, we were met near it shores by Chilean Navy Officer Andrés Morales and his family— the only living souls on this island, barring the occasional passing cruise ship. Or, at this particular time, adventurous scientists about to explore the island away from the shelter of this outpost. In the co...