Halfway between the Cook Islands and Tonga, we spent a whole day preparing or 30-foot ketch for a gale that had been forecast for the region. We did everything we’d learned to do, but rarely had the chance to truly test—we double checked our pumps, stripped the decks of any loose items, hanked on the […]
Expecting calms for most of the passage, we set out in a flat calm with 70 gallons of fuel. Six hours later, around mid-day, the engine wailed, screeched, clanged, and died. Hardly a ripple stirred the Gulf of Panama.