Yankee Doodle Died at Sea, Riding on a FALKEN
0534 UTC | 12º45.53’N, 152º49.73’W
Sailing
Hello outside world! We’ve got some dramatic updates for you today (dun-dun-dun-duuuuuuun). To be honest, we may have jinxed things a bit because we were all starting to wonder if we really had made it through a 2500nm passage without breaking anything major and alas, that day has come. To set the stage for you, we’ve been plowing along in the trades maintaining a 50-60º apparent wind angle, sailing in about 15-20kts true for the most part with gusts to 25 or so. We’ve been absolutely running drills up on deck for the occasional squalls passing over head. Reef in, reef out, lather rinse repeat. The crew is operating like a finely tuned machine! We now reef efficiently within a few minutes without even batting an eye. We’re definitely starting to ”smell the barn” for anyone with a horsey background, and our rapid approach to Hawaii is zeroing in on the remaining miles.
The boat had been moving fast and furiously and we’ve been taking care of the sails as best we can. Mary estimated these current sails have seen about 50,000 miles?! (Someone in Mission Control correct me if this is off). We’re slated to get new sails in Hawaii, so we set off knowing this may be the last dance for these beauties. Until this morning, they’d been putting up a valiant fight in this stiff trades. One other variable is that we’ve also been trying to maintain a minimum SOG of more than 7kts due to our arrival window in Honolulu. Less than 7kts average and we arrive late on the 21st (potentially not clearing customs till the next day and having to park in the dark). So we’ve been trying to keep a reasonable consistent speed going, playing with the yankee and the main as needed to keep the boat moving but under control. This morning however, tragedy struck the good ship FALKEN! Sea-section watch aka. Squaller Ballerz (Kip, Jim and Joey) were on deck and we went to furl some yankee away. Once we had set the reef, we went to check everything was tickety-boo and our hearts sunk as we noticed a thin horizontal tear about a foot long about a third of the way up the yankee. To invoke Kip’s Gen Z wisdom; ”R.I.P.., Yankee!” Literally! We quickly got the Yankee furled away and Mary instantly jumped into action to get the staysail rigged with the boys on the bow. Kip and Joey got to experience hanking on a sail in the middle of the ocean and Jim was back with me managing lines. All in all, from when Mary popped her sleepy head out of the companion way at 1010hrs eating granola, we got the Yankee furled and the staysail up and set by 1040hrs! Efficient stuff! One of the things I love the most about Mary and what really sets her apart as a skipper is the way she can galvanise a team while bringing levity and relaxed, honed action to stressful situations. A tear in the yankee, effectively rendering our head-sail out of action for the remainder of the passage, could easily send less-poised skippers into exasperation and frustration. But Mary instantly uplifts the mood of the situation and makes it a valuable learning opportunity, motivating crew members to jump in and get involved in approaching the situation with a thoughtful, measured, and effective response. Okay, gush over. I just think those are just really important qualities in a skipper. And she’s the best at it!
Anyhow, here we are, sailing our staysail and reef 1 in the mainsail. As I write this we’re going 8.5 kts, looking good on our minimum SOG. FALKEN is sailing like an absolute dream, I’ve never felt a more balanced and efficient close reach in my life. It’s shocking and a bit bittersweet to think we’ve just watched our third-to-last sunset on this trip if our estimations are correct. How does 14 days at sea ahead of you suddenly turn into only three left?! I guess that’s all part of the mystical experience we seek in coming out here; time blurs into a mosaic of crystal clear impressions, hazy recollections, and memories to last a life time. But there’s our drama for the day, though don’t be alarmed, FALKEN hasn’t slowed down one bit with the new sail configuration and she’s still happily charging us forth to the promised tropical paradise of Hawaii! Oh yeah and Scooby the Booby, our newly adopted bow-riding sea-bird, was completely unphased by all the headsail malarkey this morning. He’s getting quite seasoned at this whole ocean-sailing thing too.
Phoebe
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Pre-departure
Hawaii to Alaska isn't a downwind romp—it's a chess match with the North Pacific High, and the opening move is never obvious. Ten days of refit work, new sails, engine services, and enough provisions to outlast a bad forecast have FALKEN ready for whatever the high decides to throw at us. The crew arrives in an hour, and by Thursday, the bow points north—route TBD.
Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
Yankee Doodle Died at Sea, Riding on a FALKEN
A thin, foot-long tear in the yankee sail—50,000 miles of ocean behind it—and suddenly the final stretch to Hawaii just got a lot more interesting. The crew of FALKEN had been running a tight ship through the trades, reefing in squalls like clockwork, when the last dance finally caught up with them. How a skipper handles the moment everything goes sideways says everything about the voyage itself.
