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Friday, July 18, 2025 | Whale!
On Thursday, we continued our course for 140 TWA, eking out the last miles we could from our starboard tack that started back in the trades. By mid-afternoon, we were driving more east than north, and it was time to gybe FALKEN to set us up for our coming approach to the coast. As one would expect from this crew, everyone took up their positions and made quick work of the maneuver and subsequent trimming.
After dinner, the evening watch team was treated to a view of the sun as it set unobstructed into the horizon. The tranquility was soon broken, as shouts of “WHALE!” woke all sleeping crew and everyone was back on deck within seconds. A young humpback had time for a handful of breaches and playful splashes off our port beam before full dark set in.
The clear skies continued overnight, giving the night crew a sky full of stars and the Milky Way. Not a bad day!
Rob W. | FALKEN Crew
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