The trick is to not look behind you.
On our first cruise there was a night where I was following the reciprocal course of the one which I had followed for the previous day.
We had left Turtle Bay (the north anchorage) after listening to the morning VHF radio talk among the cruisers, deciding to get underway for Madelina Bay. (despite our gut feelings)
After motoring into a slowly building southerly for the entire day, we finally gave up, turned around and ran back. Under bare poles we were doing a consistent 5 knots. All night.
I could hear the waves breaking behind me. All night.
I turned around once that I remember.
Holy Freaking Crow that thing was big. I didn't turn around the rest of the night. Just listened. And cringed.
Once, early on in the night, Jen slid back the hatch to check on me. As she looked over my shoulder, I watched her eyes grow to the size of saucers and her jaw drop. I told her, "Just don't look!".
We dropped our anchor back in Turtle Bay (the south anchorage) about 22 hours after we left.
I slept for the next twelve hours.