51º 32’5 N 128º 27.4 W
Thursday, August 7, 2025
Time: 2000 local
Position: 51º 32’5 N 128º 27.4 W
Blog from Regina! Surprises in the Head, Phantom Porpoises and Baby Sharks
It’s not often you find a pleasant surprise in a marine head. Last night I giggled as I realized bioluminescent dots were circling the flushing toilet bowl!
After I joined the cockpit during night watch, I found our crew appreciating FALKEN’s bioluminescent and moonlit wake. Andy soon alerted us to a surreal sight — an electric porpoise (a.k.a. phantom porpoise, a.k.a. glitter dolphin). As our fast-swimming friend surfed FALKEN’s hull, we could see its every feature outlined in glittering blue.
We spotted sharks during the day. We shared this with Manot this morning, and he unfortunately for him asked us what type of shark. He was predictably met with a chorus of “baaabyyy shark … doo doo doo doo …..” The crew spirit is consistently top notch.
Nikki and Manot gave us sailing instruction, and an evening orca sighting under sail was the cherry on top.
P.s. shout out to FALKEN Bunk 2 alumni!
-Regina | 59º North Crew
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Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
Yankee Doodle Died at Sea, Riding on a FALKEN
A thin, foot-long tear in the yankee sail—50,000 miles of ocean behind it—and suddenly the final stretch to Hawaii just got a lot more interesting. The crew of FALKEN had been running a tight ship through the trades, reefing in squalls like clockwork, when the last dance finally caught up with them. How a skipper handles the moment everything goes sideways says everything about the voyage itself.
A Gen Z Perspective
At 31, the crew thought they were reasonably fluent in the English language—then they met Kip. Today, the crew's self-appointed Gen Z correspondent takes over the log from somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, delivering dispatches on Milky Way night sails, focaccia-induced visions, and the singular mission of getting eleven people's "badonkadonks" to Hawaii. Consider this your glossary.