Between Passages
10:00 LT | San Cristobal Island, Galapagos
Anchored
These last few days have been a welcome breather for FALKEN and me. Transitioning from one trip to the next drains energy and can be emotionally heavy. Saying goodbye to a bonded crew and then starting over takes more out of you than you expect, so this downtime to decompress and give FALKEN some much‑needed TLC is priceless.
And what a trip we have coming! Galápagos to the Marquesas, following the trade winds route you read about in books and making landfall in a truly unique corner of the world. It’s the kind of passage I dreamed about as a kid; now I’m here, preparing FALKEN for this odyssey.
Today is for finishing provisioning, running safety checks, and letting the excitement build. What I’m most looking forward to is the routine: finding those trades, setting the boat up, and settling into the life at sea we’re always chasing, the motions, the sounds, and the disconnection of a 16‑day passage.
Tomorrow, we meet the crew and begin final preparations. We depart Monday
Alex Laline
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