That was a day to rattle the nerves. Early on, the wind was extremely shifty and full of holes. It seemed as though everyone struggled to figure out what was going on. We struggled hard to hang on to a 4th place finish in the first race. We were perhaps a little late figuring it all out as it took us until the end of the 2nd race to realize that the middle of the course was death - you had to pick a corner and be very dedicated to it on each upwind and downwind leg. We suffered with a 12th and knew that, although some other teams were having deep’ish finishes, we couldn’t afford to do that again. While waiting for the next sequence to begin, Wick and I had a very detailed post-mortum examination on that race laying out each execution error and tactical error we made. Based on that, we established a game plan for the next race, Race 11 and decided to try and win the pin and hammer the left corner until we ran out of water to the shoreline. We got a great leap, tacked, and crossed the fleet and got to A mark first. The air was building and we were really starting to see some very sudden puffs coming down the course. I believe Alex and Nigel slipped around us on that downwind leg and we split going back deep to the left side. It held again and we rounded close behind Nigel and Alex and had stretched a good bit on the fleet. We finished comfortably in 2nd.
For the next race, the RC put up a course “5″ which is a short 1.5 lap course with an upwind finish (these are now burned into my memory). This was probably the last race for the day as we could see some pretty substantial weather just offshore of our location. With the short race, Wick and I both knew that the start was going to be crucial and with one minute to go, a hard left shift left us sweating it out to make the pin end of the line but we eeked by and Wick footed us off as I cranked on the mainsheet for all I was worth. It was risky to take the pin and depend on boat speed to get us clear to tack free across the fleet on port especially given that the left shift meant we had even less water to work with before we ran into shore. We were quickly running out of water again and were nervously close to being able to cross the pack leaders when Wick called for the tack. As I usually do, I slid in on my butt to my knees and as the boat healed over and I power slid across the trampoline grabbing my trap line. This time I pushed out hanging onto the trap handle before every hooking in and hooked in once I was out - this had to be a rocket tack…and it was. To my amazement, we cleanly crossed the entire fleet once again and rocketed to A. It looked as if Nigel and Alex were forced to tack early and they got caught in the middle of the course with a little less pressure but they were in 2nd lower than us but slightly ahead on that tack. Wick and I had incredible speed and were actually able to extend our lead as we rolled over Nigel and Alex (that one is going into my most memorable moments!) and Wick let out a good long distance belly laugh to taunt Nigel (we are all very good friends and it’s not typical for us to pass them in such a manner)….this may have been a mistake.
We had a good lead on everyone as we rounded A and started to setup for the one spinnaker run. The wind was really up at this point and we made a conservative turn downwind and I hoisted the kite and we took off like a cheetah on crack cocaine. Nigel and Alex were still in it and after C mark rounding, we felt obligated to cover out to the right. We held out as long as we felt comfortable, saw that we were on layline (though expecting some very shifty stuff) and tacked. We felt that we were too far away to directly cover them at the time. As we sailed out to the left and tacked back to the finish line, I could see that N&A had plenty of speed and we seemed to be getting lighter. Suddenly, Wick and I were in a vacuum and we were tea-bagged into the water as our 18knot wind completely evaporated! I clawed back on board the boat and desperately started shifting gears for the lighter air to power up the boat. We were still single trapped while Nigel and Alex had spray flying from their leeward hull and pointed to the finish line. OOOOoooohhh the agony! We finally got back into some double trapped breeze and were trying to will “speed” as much as humanly possible. About 6 feet shy of the finish line, we had to take their sterns and wick jammed the boat up hoping our forward momentum would get us there quicker. It almost worked but we lost first place to them by 3 feet. Well done Nigel and Alex!
We had a good day today and were again successful at doing a little disaster recovery. A change in the scoring may move the 3rd place team of Kirk Newkirk and Glen Holmes a few points closer to us. We go into the last day with a 7 or 8 point lead over 3rd. Kirk is not only a local here but is a catamaran dealer on this gorgeous body of water and owns Key Sailing. We need to be really attune to determining the wind patterns early and before it becomes a problem. The scores need to be in our head and calculated as we go so we understand what has to be done to hold 2nd place. Kirk and Glen are not slouches and I’m nervous!
PS, when we hit the beach, The Chuck asked me what we did in that fourth race to get such a jump…I was confused as I thought we did three races. I asked Wick for confirmation and we he chuckled “yeah we did four”, I said, “Look, it’s my job to know how many laps we’ve done and are supposed to do and I’m not screwing that up again. It doesn’t matter how many races we’ve done!”.