Making the most of it
11:00 UTC | 52°27.1N 138°22.7W
Sailing
Apologies for the lack of a blog yesterday. Everyone was focused on the one gybe of the whole passage, the one we absolutely had to get right. Thankfully, we nailed it.
Which means that now, after transitioning from one High Pressure System to the next, we’re back on the heel, beating upwind. Funny how quickly you can start missing the easy miles…
This passage has thrown pretty much every atmospheric condition imaginable at us. And just as we approach our final sprint to Dixon Entrance, it’s got one last trick up its sleeve: 35–40 knots with freezing northerly winds straight out of Alaska… and to be honest it would almost be rude if it ended any other way.
But this crew wouldn’t have it any other way. Finishing almost exactly how we started (just with considerably more layers on) has a nice sense of coming full circle. It reminds us not only of how much we’ve learned, but of how far we’ve literally come since that acceleration zone off the northwest corner of Oahu. Falken hasn’t changed that much but we certainly have.
Spirits are high, and we’re tackling the cold brilliantly. It’s currently 9°C, with a wind chill of 4°C, and the system is simple: constant rotations, hot drinks, plenty of laughs, and making sure we’re all looking after one another.
The resilience this group has shown has been nothing short of incredible, and I couldn’t be prouder to be part of it.
So we’re making the most of this final push. The last spray in the face. The last surf down a wave. The last reef. The last night watch. Even the last pumping of the heads (although I don’t think anyone will miss that one).
We’re soaking up every moment before heading back to “normality,” appreciating nature at its rawest and feeling incredibly lucky that it has allowed us to experience it.
Maybe that’s why it’s the hardest passages we remember the most. Not because they were easy, but because they reminded us what we’re capable of.
Alex
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A last hurrah
Under the dome of stars in a moon-less sky, each of us during our time at the helm used the most rudimentary celestial navigation, keeping a star or two lined up with the mast as a helper to following the heading range. It was a whole crew event to set the spinnaker, reef the mainsail and practice the heave-to in case of man overboard. Alex stressed that the key to success in all of these crucial activities is preparation. It was hugely satisfying to accomplish these tasks through teamwork. We share a constant good hearted back and forth full of stories, one-liners and comebacks that also means constant laughter.
One little bird!
Falken has almost rounded the Channel Islands and is cruising along splendidly about 100 miles offshore. Though several models predicted some slightly fresher winds today, we were met with a consistent 18-20 kts of pure bliss. It seems that from the moment we left the dock in San Francisco, there has been much laughter and conversation amongst everyone. The plan is to gybe in a few hours and begin our approach to Ensenada. As much as I do appreciate the jokes and intellectual musings, I equally appreciate the natural, silent moments we share at night, all of us on watch gazing up above to the shooting stars, constellations, and planets putting on their quiet show.
Birds and glows
The sun brought new wind and we were soon putting up the Yankee (jib) and turning off the motor. During the evening tradition of sharing “glums and glows” that follows the crew dinner, our Mate Ryan proclaimed it a “champagne sailing” kind of day. As Alex noted this evening, life goes by so fast that one of the very best things about his line of work is enjoying the passage of time in the slow lane of an ocean passage. But by tomorrow, the green blobs in the weather sailing app indicate we’re going to pick up some significant northwesterly winds and we’ll take them ever further south to the Channel Islands latitude. We’re all super excited for the knots to climb and to see Falken really run.