The lures of the Southern Ocean are few. Seven-story avalanches of frigid sea. Blinding squalls of snow. Hull-peeling icebergs. There’s little sane reason to sail this territory, unless you’re a sportsman looking to shatter the round-the-world record—or are assigned to rescuing someone who foolishly thought he could.
Call it inevitable that Dan Osman found the fatal edge of his signature sport, a thing known as “free-falling.” But were his leaps of faith—and thus his sad death—as profound as he imagined? Or just stunt taken to foolish extremes?