Wind!
Sunday, June 10, 2025 | Wind of all kinds
The common consensus was that yesterday gave us a little bit of everything: squally weather with large downpours of cool rain, no wind, some wind, wind in the right direction, wind in the wrong direction, some birds, and a large birthday tuna caught by the birthday girl, Mary. As today brings less wind and the rumble of the motor, we have the opportunity to do some essential ocean skills, like making sushi and winch maintenance.
Being at sea is a great time to be reflective and listen to what comes up. FALKEN is definitely an example of why safe harbors are not meant for ships; she spent too long in the boatyard, left and unused before we even took on the project of her refit. Those months inside the shed felt never-ending, a goal in sight but difficult to comprehend. It’s been a while since I have been to sea, to do a long passage or an ocean crossing, and I’m starting to wonder if, like FALKEN, I am also not meant for marinas, boatyards, and safe harbors.
— Adam
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— Mia (shore support)
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