The winds were great. We sailed to the gut and had to do one tack at the red, then a second tack to get through the gut, and it was easy sailing through the TRY regatta. We had lunch while sailing, and then the winds died and became very fluky. It was difficult to follow the fluky winds. It kept changing directions.
We sailed by the Pleasurecraft Raft Up and then sailed on.
It turns out that I had emptied the water tanks while washing the Friday BBQ dishes. There lots of dishes.
At 5, I dropped Rachel off at PCYC to take the 211 back into town. The service dock was quite busy, and I had to tie up near the mast crane. A safety officer from the TRY regatta helped me dock as I had problems getting close to the dock. Rachel threw the midship line to him, and we did a fairly elegant docking. The safety officer was wearing goggles and a big hat. It turned out to be Jerome!
I walked Rachel to the 211 bus, and I returned to the club and tried to get permission to stay a while or the night. Nobody could give me permission, so I hung around for an hour and then took off. I headed towards the west, but winds were too light, and I limped to the sandbars, passing Dissidence.
| Saturday fluky winds |
I sailed back to the club and cleaned up the bugs from the night at the sandbars.
Made a BBQ from leftovers from Friday and biked back home in the evening.
| Sunday winds - very light |

