WindDoll

The wind was totally funky Saturday. The Cal Cup racers eked their way in swirly wind out past the point (the anemometer is at the point) where it was blowing 20 to 30 and a little erratically. (It was a day to take a spill and knock a hole in your Mike’s Lab formula board.)

The wind finally looked OK just after 4 so I threw my everyday kit together and hopped on the water. It is such a delight to sail perfectly tuned, light and free.

I’ve been sailing with my booms too high and my mast too far forward and I didn’t know that was my problem. I was off by an inch or so, a nuance I don’t know how another person, an instructor, can remedy. It’s a nuance that’s kept me from jumping.

Anton went out when I came in and planed, mostly, for an hour and made it look good while most everyone else on the water slogged.

Cidem rigged her 4.7 and planed away in a gust not to be seen again for half an hour. She says Isabella and I do too much analyzing (that was polite speak for looking at the water and agonizing over what we think the wind is doing). We should just go for it.