22:00 UTC | 05°46.9 N 87°33.8W
Sailing!
It was a Dark and Stormy (in the distance) night. The Milky Way and stars filled the sky. Falken continued south by southeast, with a course of 200 degrees. We were guided by the Southern Cross off the bow, and approximately 35 Brown Boobies who were hitching a ride. Dolphins creating streaks of bio illuminances. After sunrise and breakfast, Alex led an hour of instruction on Celestial Navigation, and how to operate the sextant. From late morning to mid afternoon, the seas remained calm and flat until about 1430. The wind picked up to about 12 knots as we passed Isle de Cocos at 1545. At 1630, engine went off. The smell of dinner being created by Adam in the galley filled the breeze, and we will be sailing off into the sunset tonight with ice cream!!!
Joe
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Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
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A Gen Z Perspective
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