53°41.729’ N, 130°07.008’ W
Local Time: 6:45pm | Position: 53°41.729’ N, 130°07.008’ W
Introducing one of our WILD intrepid explorers, Andre, for this afternoon’s blog:
Stereotypical Alaska
We all know that stereotypes can be, at best, unfair and even sometimes downright wrong. This trip is my first time in Alaska and it’s a safe bet that I had some preconceived notions about what Alaskan scenery would be like. And let me tell you, it’s exactly how I imagined: remote, rugged, expansive, mountainous, green, cloudy, foggy, rainy, beautiful, WILD. Stereotypical Alaska, am I right?
Day 1 of our journey started promptly at noon with crew introductions and a couple hours of orientation and safety from Skipper Nikki, mate Manot, and apprentice Lovis. Then, much to everyone’s delight, we learned we were leaving that same day to motor to a nearby anchorage. We were settled into the three-hour motor when someone yelled, “WHALES!” We were 90 minutes into our first day and Alaska already delivered with two whale flukes breaching the water. Stereotypical. After that excitement, we glided into a gorgeous and secluded bay, dropped the anchor, ate dinner, and went to bed.
Day 2 started early, weighing anchor at 5:30am for a day of motor sailing to Prince Rupert, BC to check in with Canadian customs. It was nearly non-stop rain but we all kept spirits up, always on the lookout for more sea life. We made good time to Prince Rupert, but as can happen, it was another three hours until the Canadian Border agents made it to our vessel to clear us into Canada. It was late and still raining, so we made the team decision to spend the night at the dock in Prince Rupert. Another delicious meal, some card games at the salon, and another peaceful night of sleep. Oh, be sure to ask your loved ones if they were the ones who got accidentally locked out of the marina. They might have a funny story for you.
Day 3 is still unfolding, but so far we’ve practiced crew overboard drills, been treated to sunshine, enough wind to sail, and the spectacular scenery of the Inside Passage. Oh, and just as I finish writing this, WHALE!
Oh, Canada, here’s to hoping our beliefs about the rest of our adventure hold true.
- Andre | 59º North Crew
FALKENCrew
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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.