Day 2 At-sea
Day one is now behind us, and it is the first time I’ve had the chance to sit down and take a breath. Last night was some of the most epic sailing I’ve had in the last year, with one gust at 40 knots of true wind speed and FALKEN surfing down some pretty impressive waves with three reefs, doing impressive speeds! We have covered over 270 nm in the last 28 hours. The crew have all been superstars and have handled the helm like pros, even if it is the first time offshore for a few of them.
The conditions are now lightening, and we have increased to two reefs and full Yankee sail, pushing us along nicely. You can hear the screams of excitement from on deck every time FALKEN surfs down a wave, or big laughter after a wave covers the deck. I really had missed blasting along downwind towards our destination! We’re going to make the most of it, as the weather models indicate that the wind might start decreasing soon.
I am about to start cooking a Mediterranean salad with couscous for dinner, the perfect meal for a very hard-working crew that deserves every praise you can think of!
A very fast and happy team,
Alex
laline96@gmail.com
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