ENJOYING THE ROUTINE
0115 UTC | 17 11.540’ N. 102 44.487 W.
Sailing
There be whales…..This morning we had the pleasure of seeing a small pod of Orca’s in the distance. Following all had a chance for a shower in Falken’s “tub”. We were treated with more sea life as dolphins were dancing in our bow-wake.
Food has been great, with skipper’s fresh baked boat bread and the telling of a sea-yarn by our mate.
- Scott
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We held out as long as possible sailing the wrong direction in light winds this morning. Eventually we had to make the call to roll up the Yankee and start the engine.
We had fun regardless, as we tend to do on the mighty ship Falken. We sang songs from our favorite musicals, played a weird version of rock, paper, scissors, and found out the story behind many turns of phrases that originated with sailing.
I promised I’d commence Sunset Poetry this evening, and treated everyone to The Sea Slug Cocktail. A classic in the Schooner world. Can’t wait to see who goes next!
We now enjoy the sunset and hope for wind.
Love to my family xx
Delaney
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