When we last checked in, an ominous cyclone was trying to spin itself into existence right on top of us. Thankfully it never gathered enough energy to become the real thing. What it did produce was a patch of lively, confused ocean that kept us on our toes for a while. But all is well, and Hazel is pressing on. As I write this, we are 500 nautical miles offshore. That sounds like a long way until you remember Hazel still has another 4,000 nautical miles to go before she reach

We reached Pez Vela Marina safely, tucked into the town of Quepos, Costa Rica. It’s an absolutely beautiful marina and an equally charming city. This is where we said goodbye to Steve Lewis. Having him aboard was such a gift, and watching him leave was harder than expected. With any luck, Hazel will get to welcome him back someday. Hazel also received her international Zarpa, clearing her to depart Costa Rica with Hawaii as her next destination. I’m often asked what it costs

We’re settled into the calm, green embrace of Golfito Bay at Fishhook Marina, and this stop has come with a special treat. Our longtime friend Steve Lewis has joined us for a visit. Peter and I worked with Steve during our days at McDonnell Douglas/Boeing, and later at Red Wing Shoe Company. These days he calls San Jose, Costa Rica home, and he made the trip down to Golfito to spend time with us on Hazel. Tomorrow he’ll cast off with us as we head north to meet the trades. Th