Sail Training!
After a windless night drifting between Santa Catalina and San Clemente Islands, we finally managed to find the wind! As soon as the breeze filled in, Adam had just wrapped up his great lesson on boat-keeping and manuals, and it was time to make the most of the new downwind conditions. We pulled out the whiteboard and, step by step, hoisted our spinnaker.
It was awesome to see everyone get involved and to have the pink spinnaker flying for a few hours before we dropped it. Once it was down, we carried on with a quick lesson on wing-on-wing sailing and a couple of gybes. Pretty full-on!
During our glums and glows, many of the crew highlighted the amazing company onboard—everyone has been absolutely fantastic and hands-on—and also the company off the boat, with whales and dolphins constantly accompanying us.
Thanks, Channel Islands!
Alex | FALKEN Skipper
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”For some things, we will never be ready.” - Moana 2
After 852 miles of open ocean sailing, the crew of Falken dropped anchor in Moorea's Cook's Bay—not with a quiet glide in, but surfing down waves in a squall, breaking speed records and cheering each other on through the rain. What started as a plan to "just dip a toe" into offshore sailing turned into something harder to explain: the worse the conditions got, the more alive everyone felt. Turns out the question was never whether the crew was ready—it was whether they even needed to be.
Kauehi conundrum
Kauehi atoll was always on the itinerary—until the forecast made it a gamble not worth taking. Squalls, bommies, a tidal pass, and no clean escape route: sometimes the hardest call in sailing is the one that keeps you out of a place, not in it. The Tuamotus will have to wait.
Hove-to!
Falken is too fast—a problem most sailors would kill for, yet here we are, tacking back and forth across the Pacific just to kill time. A rogue low pressure system south of Tahiti has stolen the trades and scrambled our timing for the tidal window into Kauehi's pass, leaving us hove-to 45 miles short of our target in the Tuamotus. Salt licorice, dream sandwich debates, and a philosophical question about mermaid reproduction are helping pass the night.