32°27.7N 118°53.2W
November 6, 2025 | 32°27.7N 118°53.2W / 15:30 Local Time
Sunshirts on! Four days in and I just took my foulies off for the first time. Coming from the PNW, I thought this passage would be much colder and wetter, so the sun shirts (whooo!) are a welcome reprieve. The flip side of sunshirts is that their need suggests we are getting closer to Mexico and our destination port of Ensenada. Can we just keep sailing?
The adventure of offshore sailing has been incredible. A full eight days of uninterrupted time with others who are bringing the stoke for being on the open ocean. As a crew, we’ve adapted to the rhythm of the watch schedules and helm rotations. What an opportunity for ten strangers to build a small, cohesive team together. Alex and Adam from 59N have set the perfect tone of having fun, learning, and growing.
We’ve had big variations in weather, and a huge low pressure system has filled in north of us. We started with super calm and mellow seas under the Golden Gate Bridge and out to sea. Yesterday, we had sporty upwind sailing. Everyone except Chris and I were ready to get the downhill breeze, which filled in early this morning. I loved being at the helm, getting absolutely blasted by wind and enjoying just how fast and capable Falken is.
Another day and we will likely be in Ensenada, so I’ve been really trying to soak it up. Trying to set speed records coming off the huge waves, wing on wing sailing, cheering on my crewmates, and enjoying the peaceful midnight watch under a full moon. So many moments I’ll keep close.
Kristen R. | FALKEN Crew
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