Saturday Sail

Saturday was very calm, but the water was fairly rough and we got bounced around a bit that morning and ended up with a pair of sick crew members.  We flew the big jib because the wind was so calm.  We were going pretty well with it south, but had a little trouble getting the wind to push us back to the harbor.  The wind started in the northwest, shifted to the north, then was coming in from the east.  Chris tried to do a maneuver with the  wind behind us and the jib to one side and the main on the other — he braced himself against the mast to prevent the accidental jibe.  Maybe a little crazy.  Eventually we gave up on that and pulled the main down because it was blocking the wind and just eased in with the big jib.  Right around the time we got into the harbor, the Stealth Bomber cruised by.

We had lunch tied up in the harbor, the ladies took off, and Chris and I took Waterloo back out.  This time we went north and the water was much calmer and all the boats we had hoped to avoid were actually anchored (fooled us earlier), so we sailed around them for a while then headed home.  The Blue Angles did not respond to our fist pumps of annoyance.  It took us about 90 minutes and 3 radio calls to get the tender.  Luckily, the beer held out.