At 1200 Zulu, 6:00 am local time, with the island of Utila backlit by the sunrise ahead of us, as planned, I tuned the SSB to 8137 and checked in with Harold on Seacamp, who was anchored somewhere in Belize, letting him know we'd passed the night safely. Then, at 1400 Zulu on the Northwest Caribbean Net, Ithaka checked in as a vessel under way. Guy from Street Legal was that day's net controller, which was great, as we hadn't talked since hanging out together last spring. Right after emergency and medical announcements, the first segment of each day's net, those boats on the move have priority check in and priority traffic to and from other vessels. Guy and Annika are heading from Belize to Honduras next week, so I placed a take-out order for six bottles of Belizean lime squash, a concentrate drink to which I had become addicted last year. Guy claimed he'd levy a stiff international delivery tariff but would bring the goods. Then, suddenly, we were called for traffic by our friends Karen and Horst on Flow, somewhere in the Pacific off the west coast of Salvador. They'd transited the canal last month, but for old time's sake happened to turn on the NWC net on this particular morning, got a good ionispheric skip, heard us, and sent their love. These contacts with our cruising friends made our morning. After the net Bernadette put together one of her grand vegetable, tomato, cheese frittatas and we savored it and memories of our friends over the next eight hours as we closed in on Roatan. Motor-sailing through glassy calms, we watched our once-again-functioning depth sounder (a techno-mystery-tale for another log) reflect the irregular contours of the sea floor change beneath us.