Day 1
FALKEN 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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Ladies who reef
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A Gen Z Perspective
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