On Saturday, we practiced. The gloves mean we we're racing, even though Carol didn't really need them as helmsman.
The competition getting ready on Sunday.
This was the start, something we hope to improve. All the other boats except for one were ahead of us.
But, by the time we were halfway through the race these boats were behind us and we were side by side with a couple of others. We figured we must be doing something right. We liked being in the middle better.
There were 11 boats total. This was the largest, at forty two feet.
And this was the smallest. A fifteen footer. The crew was Marena (on the starboard side), a junior club member and her dad, Jason, who recently retired from the Navy. He told us that after all his time away from his family with his Navy career, he was happy to have an activity that allowed him to spend time with his daughter.
The winds were erratic and at times non-existent. Fortunately, the doldrums didn't last too long.
Matt did everything he could to catch the wind.
This interesting looking boat passed by during the race.
We completed the race with a respectable time in the middle of the pack and then headed up to the clubhouse. Carol brought brownies. She thought they might come in handy in case we needed to bribe the race committee.
No bribe needed. The brownies were all eaten anyway. Everyone enjoyed the race and we are looking forward to the next one.
