Where is the winD?
Latitude: 9º28’ S
Longitude: 133º47’ W
Well, well, well… Who could’ve foreseen that the most uncertain part of this trip would be the 300nm to landfall? In a way that was forecast by the GRIB models we’ve been downloading underway, it does look like the SE trades are taking a holiday for the remainder of the week, and it’s forced us to get a little creative aboard FALKEN. We’re currently reaching north to try and take advantage of some slightly friendlier current, as well as generate a little apparent wind.
With a boat of this size, with a sail that carries this much inertia by itself, the main swinging from side to side in low winds sends a shock through the entire boat that I can only compare to playing the game “Operation” poorly… or maybe that one scene in the movie 127 Hours? It’s a shock that you can feel in your teeth, and it’s certainly neither enjoyable for the crew nor good for the equipment.
For the most part, we’ve crushed this passage. As I type this, we’ve just crossed into 2900nm sailed in 14 days and 7 hours, which is an average of a little less than 8.5 knots. It does feel a little unfortunate that, of course, it’s the last little stint where we lose the pressure, but as Andy has said to me, “sailing is not about focusing on the things outside of your control.” We continue on with a strategy of chipping away at the miles to land, hopefully with a more optimistic update in the near future!
I also thought it would be fun to share some of the ETA predictions from the crew. We wrote these on the day we left, long before we knew of the days of ITCZ-driven rain ahead, or the beautiful 7-day stretch of 9kt average days. Times are local to Marquesas and arrival is when we are sails down and tied up.
Hilary - April 23rd @ 11:30
Kimberly - April 24th @ 09:00
Scott - April 24th @ 16:00
Emily - April 25th @ 06:00
Aidan - April 25th @ 10:00
Jim - April 26th @ 10:00
Dennis - April 26th @ 15:20
Andy - April 26th @ 16:00
Udo - April 27th @ 20:30
Ted - April 28th @ 02:30 (where’s the faith, Ted???)
Make sure to follow along to see who is going to end up with a free drink at the bar!
- Aidan Gray
P.S. Write in the comments who you think will win!
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