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January 22, 2025, 12:30 UTC | Savoring Every Moment
There is a point on an extended passage when everyone on board settles into the unique rhythm of time on the ocean and becomes untethered from the usual routines of our lives on shore. Here on FALKEN, we are now firmly established in the watch routine: three four-hour watches from 1800 to 0600 local time, and two six-hour watches from 0600 to 1800. On watch, we take turns to helm the boat, typically for 30-minute rotations. It is refreshing to find that the autohelm is not used, and that we have the opportunity to collectively hand-steer this magnificent yacht across the Atlantic Ocean. Think about that for a moment. It affords all of us the chance to get a real feel for this boat and to hone our helming skills.
Last night, the conditions allowed us to steer for some hours by the glow of the stars, before the clouds came across the night sky and our focus shifted to the compass. Every hour, as is typical on yachts, we complete the ship’s log, recording the essential information that marks our progress across the Atlantic: latitude, longitude, compass course, speed, and the like—all the details that are now the focus of our attention.
Of course, there is plenty of time on watch to chat and to meditate on the expanse of the ocean, and we are all getting to know more about each other as the days progress, our daily routine punctuated by dinner at 1800 local time—an opportunity for everyone on board to come together and share their perspectives. We are savoring every moment of our time on the ocean.
-Derek, crew on FALKEN | Trans-Atlantic 2025
crew@59-north.com
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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.