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

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