ENJOYING THE ROUTINE
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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”For some things, we will never be ready.” - Moana 2
After 852 miles of open ocean sailing, the crew of Falken dropped anchor in Moorea's Cook's Bay—not with a quiet glide in, but surfing down waves in a squall, breaking speed records and cheering each other on through the rain. What started as a plan to "just dip a toe" into offshore sailing turned into something harder to explain: the worse the conditions got, the more alive everyone felt. Turns out the question was never whether the crew was ready—it was whether they even needed to be.
Kauehi conundrum
Kauehi atoll was always on the itinerary—until the forecast made it a gamble not worth taking. Squalls, bommies, a tidal pass, and no clean escape route: sometimes the hardest call in sailing is the one that keeps you out of a place, not in it. The Tuamotus will have to wait.
Hove-to!
Falken is too fast—a problem most sailors would kill for, yet here we are, tacking back and forth across the Pacific just to kill time. A rogue low pressure system south of Tahiti has stolen the trades and scrambled our timing for the tidal window into Kauehi's pass, leaving us hove-to 45 miles short of our target in the Tuamotus. Salt licorice, dream sandwich debates, and a philosophical question about mermaid reproduction are helping pass the night.