THE ENERGETIC TAP, TAP, TAP on my hotel door rattled my sleep-deprived brain. I was in Costa Rica for a billfish tournament, and it was barely sunrise on a lay day. Who was getting me up at this wicked-early hour? And why?
It was Steve Boerema, whom I had met the day before on board the boat.
At the time, circa 2003, Steve was the international sales manager for Cabo Yachts.
He said, “Let’s go!”
“Let’s go where?” I mumbled. “It’s a lay day, man.”
“We’re in Costa Rica,” he insisted. “Let’s go have some fun.”
Steve, an avid surfer, tossed out the idea of hitting the surf break down the beach. I couldn’t surf if the board had training wheels. We jumped into a Jeep and drove headlong down…
