00°10’1N, 089°11.2’W
Tuesday, 25th of March, 00°10’1N 089°11.2’W, 08:05 Local Time, 13:05 UTC
A renaissance painting to the east; pink boobies on the pulpit fighting for the best position; layers of fluffy white clouds with dark purple bottoms dumping rain on the horizon, all the while flashing silent lightning fireworks. This epic, dramatic sunrise has been served to the lucky crew on deck. A few moments ago, a flock of frigates in vee formation soared overhead, welcoming us to the equator.
For the past few days, the weather forecast has been: no wind, not now, not in a few hours, not in a few days, not ever on this passage. To our delight, we have been graced with minutes, hours, days of excellent wind and breezes. Every chance we get, we unleash that Yankee, grinding the sheets, easing the furling line, adjusting the main—even if it means two minutes later we have to roll it all back in because the wind has flatlined. We do it for the blissful moment of silence that comes when Diesel shuts up, and Falken, ever hungry for speed, leaps to attention, grabbing onto any wisp of air. We have asked her politely to slow down, but this boat simply cannot sit still. She is beautiful and majestic, slicing through this sea with grace and glamour, strength and poise.
Thank you, dear FALKEN, for keeping us safe, moving at warp speed, yet staying put while we splashed around in a location that no human has ever swum in before. Yesterday, while Alex composed the entire crew for a gybe and consequent reefing, FALKEN waited patiently, immediately soaring into action when we fell into the cockpit panting, sweating, arms shaking, pleased with the team effort.
FALKEN is obviously delighted to explore the Pacific Ocean, and this first leg is just the beginning of an epic adventure. I feel so lucky to be here.
- Libby Haslam | FALKEN Crew
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- Mia & Andy (shore support on Leg 5, Panama to Galapagos)
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Ladies who reef
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A Gen Z Perspective
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