Sitting at the helm last night was like being blindfolded and thrown into a washing machine… (read more)

We ate dinner together at the helm while Sabado bobbed up and down with the waves. I didn’t realize how spoiled we’d been with the[…]

Sure, it’s hot, the engine masks the relaxing sound of the water and the smell of diesel pollutes the otherwise pristine air, but the beauty[…]

We were hauling ass. With 15-17kn of wind, Sabado was cruising along at 8.5kn, flying up to 10kn+ as we surfed down waves… (read more)

Reports of partially submerged debris along the Panamanian coastline damaging boats made us hesitant to leave without enough time to get substantially offshore before sunset.[…]

During an upwelling event, the marina became infested with jellyfish. At any time of day, there were at least ten jellyfish in our slip alone![…]

As Americans, we would typically be given a 90-day visa upon arrival in French Polynesia. However, we hope to stay for over a year exploring[…]

We visited Islamorada in Panama City and had them print two small-scale paper charts, one for our Pacific crossing and one for the islands of[…]

The line handlers tied the messenger lines to our rental lines, and before we knew it, the doors began to close behind us… (read more)

We were enveloped by the scent of warm, wet dirt a few miles out. The smell of land is so pungent after an extended period[…]