The seas and winds picked up considerably sailing from Puerto Madryn to Cape Horn. Rounding the Horn was extremely hazardous in the days of big clipper ships. Winds push down from the Andes, and currents circling Antarctica get squeezed between the tip of South America and the Antarctic peninsula. (The tip of the Horn is about 60° south latitude)
An announcement from the ship's bridge told of 80 mph wind gusts. The seas were very rocky, and afterwards I noticed more people in arm casts, bandages, etc.
It's hard to convey this natural drama in photographs. It blew, rained, snowed, and then the sun came out; only to begin the cycle again.
Here we are on the top deck in high winds - got down real soon.
Nifty cloud formations.
Dramatic rocks - we're getting very close to the Cape itself.
All passengers are warned to stay inside. Larry peers out.
And then, as we reach the Cape, water and weather become fairly calm, almost an anti-climax. The tip of the Cape is the small rock to the left. (Geologically, this is the last sight of the Andes before they descend into the ocean, only to reappear to form the Antarctic peninsula.)