Day 5
June 22, 2024 | 09:00 UTC
Falken is cruising along, downwind, wing on wing, crunching the miles—225nm in the last 24 hours, averaging 9.4 knots. We are approaching Ireland fast, without even trying. Last night, we put the second reef in the mainsail and three turns on the Yankee sail furler to make helming at night a little bit easier, but Falken just laughed and kept surfing the waves. Slowing down? She doesn’t know how to.
With 550nm to go and 700nm already sailed, we are well past the halfway point. According to the weather forecast, we should have a good downwind run almost all the way in and reach the Aran Islands late on the 24th. Only in the last 50nm might the wind veer and we might get headed. Time will tell.
So far, all is well on Falken. Fair winds and a following sea,
—Chris
ChrisKobusch
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