Day 1
What a first 24 hours run for FALKEN and her crew! We can see the skyline of Miami as I write this, which means that, with the help of the Gulf Stream, FALKEN has sailed over 214 nm upwind in 24 hours—pretty impressive! Last night was a tough one as we found ourselves battling with a sea state produced from wind against the current. It was choppy, windy, and very uncomfortable, but FALKEN and her crew managed to punch through it like champs.
Today started with more of the same, but the wind has been calming down, and now we find ourselves with a beautiful day, sailing along at 10-11 knots as everyone starts to get their sea legs. The weather is looking favorable for us, as it should start veering to the south between tonight and tomorrow, meaning we will be able to ease the sails, go quicker, and be even more comfortable.
Weather-wise, it looks like we're going to have to take the long route around pretty settled high pressure, but the weather router is indicating a pretty epic sail!
- Alex
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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.