Sail Training!
32°44.0N 118°19.4W
November 19, 2025 | 32°44.0N 118°19.4W, 18:30 Local Time
After a windless night drifting between Santa Catalina and San Clemente Islands, we finally managed to find the wind! As soon as the breeze filled in, Adam had just wrapped up his great lesson on boat-keeping and manuals, and it was time to make the most of the new downwind conditions. We pulled out the whiteboard and, step by step, hoisted our spinnaker.
It was awesome to see everyone get involved and to have the pink spinnaker flying for a few hours before we dropped it. Once it was down, we carried on with a quick lesson on wing-on-wing sailing and a couple of gybes. Pretty full-on!
During our glums and glows, many of the crew highlighted the amazing company onboard—everyone has been absolutely fantastic and hands-on—and also the company off the boat, with whales and dolphins constantly accompanying us.
Thanks, Channel Islands!
Alex | FALKEN Skipper
laline96@gmail.com
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