We raced. We flew the kite. We had a terrific time!
Was looking bad for a while there. All the way out the boat, while we were prepping to go out, and when we started motoring out: No air. I mean no
air. None. Nada. Zilch. Nothing. Zero. Bupkis. Nothing
was stirring. But then, with the committe boat in sight, I look up and... here we are, motoring at 4 kts about dead north and the Windex is pointing steady dead aft
! I point up, and say "Hey, I think we have air!" Raised the main, pointed back down until the boom was dead center, to get a wind bearing: Sure enough: Wind was straight out of the south.
Got the genoa up and everybody got familiar with their jobs. Got over the line nearly perfectly as our class flag went down. Two hours later: Rounded the southern mark, steadied her up, and up went the chute! Got the genny down, got 'er all trimmed and away we went!
Eventually the wind backed, because we ended-up on mostly a beam reach most of the way back up.
Final result: Out of a fleet of ten boats, four in PHRF and six in JAM: We finished second in the PHRF class and second over-all. The winning boat beat us by a mere three minutes--out of an (approximate) 3-1/2 hour race. And we might have taken first, had not the air kind of died on us about two miles short of the line and the power boat wake not gotten so bad. The combination of the two was really damaging to us. The boat that beat us, a much larger boat, carrying much more sail area, was not as badly hurt by this as were we. (And I think they sailed a somewhat more advantageous course on that second leg, truth be told.)
The weather was beautiful. The sailing was fantastic. All-in-all a terrific