Day 12, as in the twelve disciples, since we dropped Steve off at Marina Pez Vela in Quepos. We are now entering our fourth week sailing the vast Pacific after transiting the Panama Canal. For the last twelve days it has been just Peter and me aboard, and the ocean is reminding us daily who is in charge. She dictates direction and speed with her winds, waves and current. She has no awareness of the tiny humans riding her unbridled power. Yet she always offers a glimpse of her

This entry is a tough one to write. The last 48 hours have been so full that it feels almost unreal. There have been highs, new experiments, small victories, and a few frustrations. The more focused and curious Peter and I become with Hazel, the more she seems to reward us. Our days are packed with action and the hours disappear quickly. Here is a walk through the last 24 hours. Late yesterday afternoon, Peter and I rigged Hazel to sail in what sailors call wing on wing. We s

The ocean does not care if you are having a good day or a bad day. It does not care if you are tired of the scorching heat or the torrential rains or the relentless wind and waves. This was the first thing we learned somewhere out in the Gulf. We are now around the twelfth day of this passage from Panama to Hawaii, roughly five thousand nautical miles of open Pacific to cross on Hazel with her crew of two. It has all become real. We are far from anything and anyone. Ahead of