The goal was to sail farther. Since I'd discovered sailing, that had always been the goal. On my first-ever sunset sail out of San Diego just a few years earlier, I'd felt a slight but noticeable tinge of disappointment when the skipper called to come about and head back to port. This desire to keep going and explore what's over the horizon is what first drew me to voyaging; the thrill and adventure of going to sea and navigating in harmony with nature are what's kept me hooked.
In the seven years since that inaugural daysail, the waters of California, Hawaii and Mexico have become my home, while roaming across the oceans of the world remains my destiny. In the early summer of 2014, when I sailed my engineless Cal 2-27, Mongo, out of Hawaii's Hanalei Bay, on the island of Kauai, and pointed her bow south toward American Samoa, I felt like I'd jumped off a cliff and ventured into uncharted territory. It was the rush that I craved. A solo, engineless passage of the northeast trades, the doldrums and the equator — and then negotiating the islands and reef-strewn waters of the South Pacific — was a challenge and experience that I'd been anticipating for a very long time.