This view from this morning is indicative of how I think of Hawaii. A beautiful, magical place where anything is possible. Weeks like this last one are the reason why. Aloha.
“Aloha”. Those five letters mean much more than a post card to me now. Since dropping my rig off a lee shore on the windward side of Maui, i’ve experienced some pretty extraordinary kindness from random strangers who have happily offered to go out of their way to help out a sailor in a bind. I have sailed to Hawaii many times now and have always had nothing but incredibly positive experiences while here; it’s why I keep sailing back, Hawaii is paradise. But this is the first time i’ve found myself in a really, really shitty situation in Hawaii and the response has been equally overwhelming, humbling, gratifying, touching... Aloha.
You can't keep a good boat down. Just four days after being towed into Kahului by the Coast Guard, MONGO rolled out sporting 4 horsepower and a staggering 100+ feet of sail area.
Sailing for Lahaina when I dismasted, I was headed to the yacht club there to pick up a very important mail drop that included a new bank card and a couple of paychecks from magazines. With the rig down, I still needed to make the journey across the island to Lahaina. This journey would happen sooner rather than later. Just two hours after reaching the dock in Kahului with my now dismasted boat, an 8.2 earthquake struck off the coast of Chile creating a potentially serious tsunami situation in the Hawaiian Islands