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Ciao Bella
Honolulu
I like sailing, diving, reading, writing, and studying the origin of life on Earth 🦠 I was born and raised by the Jersey shore, and moved to Oʻahu with my fiancé @David about ten years ago. We began sailing in 2020 on our 1977 PSC25 while I finished my graduate degree in microbiology. We sold her and bought ‘Bria Mia’, a 1988 Catalina 34, a few years ago, and have since sailed around Oʻahu and Maui county. We realized she wasn’t exactly the kind of boat we wanted to sail around the world in. So, we began searching for a bigger, heavier, blue water monohull to safely and comfortably cruise around the Hawaiian archipelago and more 🌏 we landed on a 2007 Tayana Vancouver 460 Pilot House and are currently preparing her to sail to Alaska in the Spring. We make really bad YouTube videos with our puppy @Port once in a blue moon if you want to follow along 🤙🏽 @The808Sailors
Explored Hanalei River with the dink. There was a big tree blocking the river around the entrance to the national wildlife refuge, so we turned around and got lunch in town instead.
6 PM: We are cruising along at 6 knots across the Kaʻieʻiewaho. The wind is light and warm, and the waves are gently pushing us towards our future. Oʻahu has disappeared behind us, and only the faint glow of human life remains. Earlier, as we sailed away from Kahuku Point, I felt an intense pull to turn around. I could not take my eyes away from the mountains. To look away felt like betrayal. I thought that if I stared long enough, every ridge and every valley might burn itself into my memory, so that I would never forget. In many respects, it feels as if I’m leaving myself and all the things I love so dearly behind. Everything that’s comfortable and familiar will soon exist only in memory. It sounds foolish, because we are pursuing our dream, but I wished so deeply that we didn’t have to leave. I felt the same way nearly a decade ago when I left New Jersey. It is a bittersweet goodbye to the place where we have become ourselves. I’m on my first night watch of the first day of the rest of my life. My shift began at 6 PM and ends at 10 PM. Dave’s on until 2 AM, and I’m back on until 6 AM. I don’t mind the two evening shifts, as I get to watch the sun cast her magic across the sky, twice. The afterglow from the setting sun paints an apricot to indigo hue over the western horizon. A sliver of a moon rises directly ahead of us, and will not inhibit our stargazing tonight. All is well except for the bloody blinding stern light chaotically flickering on the stern pulpit, likely a result of poor electrical connections. Its beam catches the edge of our outboard and the life raft slung on the stern, making it less a light and more a strobe in my peripheral. I’ll fix it tomorrow. Kauaʻi is shy, I have not caught a glimpse of her mountains or light yet. She is cloaked in long white clouds. 9 PM: Since I have begun my evening log, a few things have changed. We have met the north swell, but it is kind. Bioluminescence dances in our wake like scattered stars, and the stars above look as if they are falling from the sky. Strange glowing orange orbs brighten and dim on the northern horizon. My watch partner @Port is nestled warmly in my lap. 1 AM: The wind has died, so we rolled up the jib. The main flogs when a big roller comes through. We will start the engine soon, just enough to keep our pace. 3 AM: The orbs traveled across the sky close to sea level towards Kaʻena Point on Oʻahu. There is a Space Force base on that side of the island, so perhaps we are target practice for new technology. That, or the aliens are getting too comfortable on the western front 👽 5 AM: The sky is beginning to pale, and the island is slowly revealing herself behind her curtain of clouds. Kauaʻi feels like we’re taking the final exposures on a film roll that’s captured a decade of light 🤍 9 AM: We made it to our home base for the next ~2 weeks! Ciao Bella is anchored in approximately 30’ outside of the mooring field in Hanalei Bay.
Cruised over to Kāneʻohe Bay from town with our friend Morgan. Setting ourselves up for a more northern departure for Kauaʻi tomorrow morning! Late start leaving Ala Wai. I don’t think there’s a fuel dock on Kauaʻi, so we stopped at Kewalos one more time to fill the tanks. Beat upwind until the wind totally died around China Walls, so we motor sailed most of the rest of the way. Saw a few whales rounding Makapuʻu. Anchored at Secret Beach, made pesto pasta, and passed out 💤 It’s approximately 120 miles to Hanalei, should take us ~20hrs to cross the Kaʻieʻiewaho tomorrow AM.
Briefly back in the Ala Weird before we head off to Kauaʻi. The sail back from Molokaʻi was another fun downwind sail. Hand steered most of the way because our autopilots weren’t handling the conditions as well as we were. We weren’t able to experience a lot of bucket list places in Maui county, and Big Island certainly will remain in our rear view mirror. Upwind through the Alenuihāhā isn’t something we needed to put ourselves or Porter through, especially with the conditions we’ve been having the past few weeks. So, we reluctantly left Maui, found safe harbor (and sleep) on Molokaʻi, and returned to Oʻahu to say goodbye for real this time (and fix a couple things that broke, of course). Although we have the whole world to see, there’s something about Hawaiʻi that makes you forget there’s anywhere else to be. Maybe it’s the pace or the warmth, or the way even quiet moments feel full. Every departure feels like leaving a part of ourselves behind, even as we look ahead to the horizon. I know we’ll circle back someday, shaped by the miles in between.
We rarely get to sail downwind, so the sail from Kamalō to Lono was a fun one. 20 or so kts at 180 apparent and little waves. Wind got increasingly lighter as we sailed west, and would drop from 20 to nearly 0 at some points which wasn’t so fun. We love Hale O Lono, and have the whole place to ourselves. From the shells to the stars, the safe harbor and light winds, we’re happy campers after this past week of struggling in Maui. Lono feels like an old friend🫶
We were greeted by three reef manta rays as we entered the mouth of the channel into Kamalō. We anchored in 35’ in the western finger. The winds are blowing with authority, but the motion is gentle. We have >150’ of chain rode out and our 44kg Rocna set hard. I would take these conditions over the past few evenings every day of the week! Anything for a good nights sleep. Kamalō, once named Kamaloʻo, translates to “the dry place”. The slopes of Kamakou, a shield volcano and the highest elevation on the island (just shy of 5,000’), serve as the backdrop behind Kamalō. The eastern slopes are lush and green, whereas the western slopes, true to the name, are dry.
Mala pros: crystal clear water, great holding in 50-60’, abundant sea life along the wrecked wharf (sharks, uhu, uku, spotted eagle rays, sea turtles…), morning and evening Pu’unoa beach walks. Mala cons: rolliest anchorage ever. Wind isn’t consistent enough to set a swell bridle. Boat’s pointing in the direction of the current. Swell’s on the beam. Loosing my mind! Couldn’t find anywhere better to anchor on the leeward side of west Maui or along the foothills of Haleakalā. The trades are strong through the Pailolo and Alenuihāhā, as well as through the isthmus separating the two halves of the island. Our go-to guidebooks and Navionics led us to believe there would be at least one better option than Mala. Alas, there were not. The wind and swell directions just weren’t right. One more evening of no sleep at Mala. Tomorrow we try north, or send it back to Molokai.
Spent the day exploring the Olowalu petroglyphs after a restless sleep, kept awake by the howling wind and bridle tensioning under load. The petroglyphs are nearly half a century old and include etchings of families and sails ⛵️ Olowalu went from calm to heavy trades overnight. All weather models have been wildly inaccurate. We sent the drone up to check out two anchorages to the south of us which looked better than where we were. Upon leaving Olowalu for those anchorages, the wind piped up, just shy of 40kts. I know it’s easy to exaggerate conditions on the water, but I’m not. We looked at each other, shook our heads in disbelief, and turned around. We decided to try our luck back up north. The winds lessened around Lahaina and Mala, but strengthened again towards Kaanapali. We ended up anchoring in about 50-60’ of water outside the mooring field near Mala in a sandy patch on satellite imagery. I dove on the anchor from the dingy with just enough sunlight to illuminate the seafloor to ensure she was dug well. Not our favorite anchorage, but we’ll take what we can get…
Dave and I departed early this morning before sunrise from Kaunakakai to try and beat the heavy trades to the Pailolo Channel. Shortly after our departure from Kaunakakai, we realized that was wishful thinking. We tried to hug the coast of Molokaʻi as best we could with 25 kts on the nose and wind chop, but outside of Kamalō, the wind and waves rose with the sun. We decided to make the jump across the Kalohi (Molokaʻi and Lānaʻi) and Pailolo (Molokaʻi and Maui) channels. The channels met us with teeth. Conditions in the channels were >25 kts sustained, up to 34 kts. At first, we were overpowered, but found balance with a triple reefed main and a sliver of our jib. Twice we tried our self-tacking staysail, twice we stowed it. Ultimately, it was too much sail area, so we stuck with our small jib and de-powered main. The acceleration on Ciao Bella doesn’t feel linear like our past boats felt. She doesn’t ease into speed, she lunges. You have to anticipate her sudden burst of energy, otherwise she’s hard to handle and rudely slips into a 30 degree heel that I don’t think she — or I — were meant to hold onto for long. The swell wasn’t Kaiwi-big, but it wasn’t small, either. We constantly had to pinch up to hit the waves appropriately. The trades have been blowing heavy across the state. At one point, we seriously considered turning back and cutting our losses by heading for Oʻahu, then Kauaʻi, and getting ready for the June passage north to Alaska. But something in me wasn’t ready to turn around, at least not before giving Maui a fair shot in these winds. The Big Island and the Alenuihāhā may remain on the horizon, for now. Part of my reasoning was wanting to get a better feel for how Ciao Bella performs in heavier conditions, and just as importantly, how I handle them. Dave has worked on the water and done two Pacific crossings since 2020. I can count the amount of times on one hand I’ve been in heavier conditions. It’s one thing to sail in moderate, comfortable weather. It’s another when conditions are more demanding. This wasn’t about pushing limits, it was about understanding where they are and what needs to be improved upon. Not screaming expletives when we heel over too much is one of them, lol. Alaska is beckoning, but Hawaiʻi still whispers her wisdom.
Stuck in Kaunakakai! Wind speeds have been 25 kts sustained gusting up to 35 kts for three days straight. Feels like we’re sailing at anchor. Holding has been superb in the harbor. We had planned to leave last night (winds pretty much die between 8 PM - 9 AM, at least inside Kaunakakai Harbor, not sure about the Kalohi or Pailolo Channels…) for W Maui, but I sold my truck 🛻 over the phone on Friday, so we had to wait until Monday to ship the keys over to the new owner. Explored the town and historic coconut grove nearby, but are sooo ready to go somewhere new. Planning on leaving ~3/4 AM tomorrow morning for Kaanapali, Maui, hugging the coast, and anchoring anywhere between Olowalu and La Peruse.