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Ciao Bella

Honolulu

I’m Porter, port for short, a staffy-chihuahua mix. I’ve been sailing with my mom @Christy and dad @David since I was just a pup. I was born in Waimānalo on Oʻahu as a stray and picked up by the Mōʻiliʻili Hawaiian Humane Society at 4 months old. I used to be bald and I also used to have balls. Now I have nice hair and no balls (thanks mom). I was adopted and returned the same day by my previous family, and that made me really sad, but then Christy and Dave saw me alone in the back of the kennel and gave me a forever home 🤍 I know a lot of tricks and freak out if I see turtles or dolphins or whales or seabirds or other people or pretty much anything that breathes, but I’m really chill, promise!

Christy
North Pacific Ocean, Kauai County, HI, USAMay 29, 2025

Distance

115.9nm

Avg. speed

4.9kts

Duration

23h 42m

Aloha Kauaʻi🌺

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.

Christy
Auau Channel, Maui County, HI, USAMay 13, 2025

Distance

30.6nm

Avg. speed

4.5kts

Duration

6h 46m

Pailolo doesn’t play nice!

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.

Christy
Mamala Bay, Honolulu, Honolulu County, HI, USAMay 4, 2025

Distance

35nm

Avg. speed

5.7kts

Duration

6h 6m

Pōkaʻi to Ala Wai

On the last leg of our circumnav of Oʻahu, the fuel issue saga continues. The last two evenings at Pōkaʻi were quite rolly. Winds went from onshore to heavy trades the first day, so had to re-anchor as there’s not a ton of room to swing if you let out a lot of scope. We purchased this boat last October with about 250 gallons of 10 yr old diesel sitting in three large baffled black iron tanks. We hired a diesel polishing service and they didn’t complete the job ($1000 later) because their polisher broke. To get rid of diesel on island, you have to schedule a haz waste pickup at least two weeks in advance of a blue moon and after all the bureaucratic 🐂💩 it’s simply not worth anyone’s time. Not to mention disposing of that volume of diesel is also a logistical nightmare. So, our solution has been to dump additive and roundup in the tanks and run through it, refueling as necessary. We’ve gotten about 150 gal through after countless replacements of Racors and secondaries on the Yanmar which, although has been no small feat, has proven generally successful. This morning, to our dismay, we found out that our last 90 gal has turned into strawberry milk. Puttered along from Pōkaʻi to refuel another tank at the Ko Olina fuel dock. Lost power literally perpendicular to the fuel dock which was mildly traumatic and oh so embarrassing. Drained the Racor and replaced the secondary and all was well again on Ciao Bella. Barbers Pt was windy on the nose, but the waves were small so it was fine. Lots of security zones between Barbers Pt, Pearl Harbor, and Honolulu Harbor we had to avoid, plus a multitude of FADs, buoys, and tugs and barges that always seem to move towards you at the speed of light. I’m having sleep for dinner tonight 🍽️

Christy
Mamala Bay, Honolulu, Honolulu County, HI, USAFeb 5, 2025

Distance

60.1nm

Avg. speed

4.3kts

Duration

14h

Nanahoa to Honolulu

We left Nanahoa a day earlier than anticipated due to aforementioned engine issues. With anchoring in unfamiliar places off the table without our engine, and the forecast calling for light winds in the coming days, we decided to head back to town early. While sailing in the lee of Lānaʻi, I worked on troubleshooting the engine. The drain plug on the secondary Yanmar fuel filter wouldn’t seat properly, which we suspected was allowing air to enter the system and causing the engine to stall. Swapping out the filter didn’t help. A friend suggested bypassing the secondary filter entirely, routing fuel directly from the primary Racor to the injection pump. New parts are ordered, and we’ve scheduled a session with a diesel mechanic to inspect the rest of the system in the next few days. As the day progressed, conditions in the Kaʻiwi Channel built beyond the forecast. Instead of the expected trades, we faced sustained 22–25 knots on the nose (of course) with a short period 10–15 ft north swell on our starboard beam. We were much more south than we’d have liked to be which brought us over Penguin Banks (a now-submerged shield volcano that rises to about 200 feet deep compared to the Kaʻiwi’s 2,300 feet). Great for fishing, not so much for sailing. We didn’t anticipate needing our third reef on Ciao Bella’s first ‘real’ shakedown sail, but there we were. With an early morning ETA, we settled in for a long, wet night as Ciao Bella pounded into the wind and waves. A few unplanned saltwater showers kept us awake (and cold). As the sun dipped below the horizon, a small pod of dolphins (bottlenose, maybe?) appeared off our starboard beam. In the distance, a squall loomed over Oʻahu. @David brewed hot coffee and hand-steered most of the way after dark. The wind died as we entered Māmala Bay, and thankfully, this time, the engine pulled through. An improvised fix that worked, at least for now!

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