#8. FALKEN | Tahiti to Hawaii | Squalls
Sunday, June 11, 2025 | 15:00 Boat time 01:00 UTC | 07°47.32S 153°31.27W
The Pacific is, it turns out, is rather large. Mind bogglingly so. Current estimates suggest it’s 79,108 miles across. North to south, about 530,012 miles, which, in a curious turn of coincidence, is the same temperature in the forepeak cabin this morning. Just our little jaunt from Tahiti to Hawaii is the driving distance going from Bangor, Maine to Clear Water, Florida by way of Boise, Idaho. Now some of you may question these estimates, which is fair, but in our defence Falken has come down with a case of the 1990s and we can’t google stuff. Alex has embraced this with enthusiasm and taken to spontaneously emerging from the aft hatch shirtless with his Andalusian locks billowing in the wind to make unverifiable proclamations about the spiritual practices of yellow-footed boobies.
So the Pacific is pretty big, thus you can’t blame her for for occasionally misplacing the wind. After dodging squalls yesterday and celebrating Mary’s birthday with cake, (thanks Adam), watching her reel in a tuna, and (also thanks Adam) getting it filleted and into the freezer, today has been windless and hot. We’ve motored north along course, still in the little lattitudes of the south, aching for any breeze to justify shutting down the motor. But, absent the breeze, we did the only sensible thing a bunch of sweaty, unwashed people can do in the middle of a very large body of water and we jumped off the boat.
Istvan and Tara were hanging from the stern line, Stacy was languidly treading water, and Orie was enthusiastically lathering himself while Jim did cannonballs into the ocean. Alex aggressively defended his exceptionally expensive conditioner from the rest of the crew. Admist this joy was a moment of gratitude; we didn’t get to sail today, but nothing can replace the immense smallness of floating, untethered, in the blue vastness of the Pacific, rising and falling with the swell and watching beams of sunlight venture into the depths of the thousands of feet of water beneath us. Such smallness that makes every other thought still until the only thing your mind can hold its the notion "I Am Here."
P.s. For those desperate for an update, the heat rash is almost gone thanks to Dr. Bronners and his magical miracle soap.
- Jacob Davis | FALKEN Crew
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