The Canal

We hooked a mooring at Balboa Yacht Club in time for sunset in the shadows of the Bridge of the Americas. Several other sailors sat outside enjoying the view of this grand waiting room. Some boats seemed to have beenContinue reading “The Canal”

Punta Mala

This whole time, we’d been sailing to Panama, but on this leg we arrived. After checking out with the Costa Rican authorities and eating ice cream in the grocery store parking lot, we taxied back to Banana Bay marina. LocalContinue reading “Punta Mala”

The Little Gulf

While staying at Marina Papagallo in Northern Costa Rica, we were spoiled with the company of several familiar boats, the Saturday shopping shuttle, the Sunday potluck, and a chance to catch up with a friend’s parents at a nearby vacationContinue reading “The Little Gulf”


Long before I stepped on a sailboat, I was in love with the water. My first memories start with my parents piling us into the car for weekend trips up north to Bear Lake. The sandy beach extends in aContinue reading “Thalassophile”


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