Hours before departure
Thursday, July 10, 2025 | Hours before departure…
The FALKEN Crew are all sitting around a table having our last lunch onshore at the Waikiki Yacht Club after two days of safety checks, training, and weather review. The watch teams are formed and we’re looking forward to what’s to come! Here is a short summary of the feelings before departure:
Tasha: Super excited to sail with this amazing team!
Jay: Looking forward to experiencing the North Pacific.
Douglas: The adventure begins!
Stephanie: Looking forward to learning SO much!
Lovis: Feeling hot, excited, and ready to go!
Bruce: Extremely excited to be heading offshore!
Rob: I’m more excited than Bruce!
Mary: Hot
Ken: Excited to get underway under the sunshine!
Fred: Excited to get sailing!
Alex: Next stop, British Columbia!
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