Day 1
March 30, 2024
Wednesday saw the arrival of our latest crew of intrepid adventurers as we met on the dock at the Antigua Yacht Club. The heat of the midday sun had us plan our safety briefings carefully as we began below decks and moved to the shaded area of the marina bar to complete our introductions and orientation for the trip ahead. Unfortunately, two of our group were unable to continue with us due to a medical emergency, and so our remaining crew of eight bonded over a traditional Antiguan feast on our first evening together.
With westerlies forecast for Thursday and Friday, it seemed smart to plan our passage for Jamaica to begin on Saturday. After a day of further safety briefings, we took a short shakedown sail east yesterday to the stunning waters of Green Island, where we sat at anchor overnight. An early start this morning gave us the opportunity to iron out some of Falken's teething problems and take a swim in the glorious Caribbean Sea before setting out on our 900nm passage to Jamaica.
As I write this, we are prepping the anchor to leave and fall into our watch systems that will be our lives for the coming days. The crew are all bubbling with excitement and full of enthusiasm for the trip ahead.
EmilyCaruso
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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.