34º11.5 N, 121º03.8 W
November 5, 2025 | 1400 LT/2200 UTC | 34º11.5 N, 121º03.8 W | Dolphins & Calm Seas
The seas have calmed down a lot from last night, giving us a much more comfortable ride as we head east on a starboard tack. A couple of hours ago we encountered a pod of 20-25 dolphins leaping from the sea at right angles to us; they passed under the keel and went off towards the open ocean. Spirits on watch are high, as most of us managed to get a decent chunk of sleep despite pounding waves earlier in the morning. Cirrostratus clouds are shielding us from direct sun while letting in lots of light and flashes of arctic blue sky. No traffic lately besides the dolphins and a curious petrel. Hopes are high that in the next day or so we can try some down-wind sailing, weather permitting. Many of us are using the calmer weather to practice our photography, and plans are already being made for a round of fancy margaritas in Ensenada.
Margaret H. | FALKEN Crew
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