WindDoll

The wind was kind of funky everywhere this afternoon. Most sailors fled Berkeley, but bike-riding green green green WindDoll stayed. I entertained myself for two hours, most of it blasting into a tack then falling in the water. (At least I was in a better mood than last Saturday. I fixed my harness so the bar wouldn’t get stuck! and, although my fin spun unexpectedly (once), it wasn’t catching weed every other minute.)