0210 10º 00.88’S 126º 28.29’W
Sailing
We saw our second boat of the entire trip last night, a cat. She left Galapagos the same day we did so she should be days ahead of us. How embarrassing for her. But as we all know the definition of a sailboat race is two boats on the water... 😊
Our skipper Alex was ready to put up the spinnaker this morning. I think we were all excited for a new challenge. We have been sailing wing on wing (donkey ears according to Alex) for days, using the Yankee headsail attached to the spinnaker pole. With everyone on deck Alex directed us and up she went... A HUGE beautiful pink symmetrical spinnaker. It was our watch so each of the three of us had a turn at the helm. With the 2 meters swells and gusts it was fun and challenging. I must admit I was happy Alex hung around to coach us. After a couple of hours we took her down... deciding the swells and gusts were a bit much. A very different experience from flying spinnaker on the small Columbia River boats at home. We will put her up again tomorrow.
I have to say Alex, Mia and Zoe have been wonderful! Positive, calm, great at explaining concepts... and patient!
It is also fun to see how a group of people that started out not knowing each other have settled into a comfortable routine. The good natured joking, the laughter... you would think we have know each other for years.
We are celebrating three digits this evening. A party celebrating the fact we have less than 1000 miles to go. We are supposed to dress up! Who brings fancy clothes on a Sailboat? We alse get a shower. Normally showers are Tuesdays and Fridays but today is Saturday so we get 2 shower days in a row! It is funny how simple pleasures feel like luxuries and are really appreciated.
In the background I hear people taking about the first thing they are going to have when they get off the boat, or when they get home. Many of the wants are centered around a cold beverage with ice, salads, fresh produce... a favorite meal... again simple pleasures.
Not that anyone is ready... Yet... for our adventure to end.
Beven P.
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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.