We don't need a bow bag!

Before we get to the racing business the Pricline/Fairfield deal was most excellent dude. I almost felt a little guilty about paying so little for a nice scene, Nah. Not really...

So Sunday morning is a little chilly and still very grey, the Weather Channel reports the local temp at 51 and wind NNW 13. Too be honest, it did not seem that cold when we left the hotel, maybe we have been hot too long, not sure. We are sure about a 9:30 warning signal being too freaking early. Things happen, or they should, but they take some time and 9:30 is not enough. The starting line is mostly downwind from the club, a good thing for us, as we sail toward the line we cannot decide if the class flag is up or not. On our way we see pass several boats returning to the club, cold and wet is the word. The prep flag is obvious, and though we are some distance away we are moving well and looking good for making the start. We arrive at the start line to a hale from our pal Mike Miller "minute 30" were are good to go. The breeze is up and the the start is clean. The only nagging thing is Kim heard the sound of something metal landing on the foredeck and looking quickly, thinks it may have been a clevis pin falling over the side. Hmmmmm, we have started and are on Staboard tack, that clevis pin is good. She asks me if I heard it and I really didn't, I'm hoping it is just the sound of a different boat. Time to tack to port and I hold my breath a little, tack finished and the rig is up so we are safe. We make our way up the beat and a after taking a few heavy puffs decide to head for the club which is easy since it means staying on starboard and sailing right into the cove. Days like this make sailing a borrowed boat a little nerve racking, definently the kind of day when a mishap can cause serious damage.

Several of our friends did very well today, and were pleased with their finishes. We watched some of the race and saw Joe and Stacey flying their chute after rounding the windard mark in second place, and Hans and John were kicking butt in our "new" boat FS4901 (they had towed it to Lake Norman for us, interestingly, Chris Smith, the previous owner, was crewing for Alan Terhune - they were in first, of course). We were busy putting the boat away, so we stopped spectating. Turns out, Hans and John were to be busy soon, too. The race was cut short, after the second upwind leg, so we met the folks coming in. There was a comment or 2 about H & J giving us a nice, clean boat. I first thought they were talking about the waves and spray, and the fresh water...then I heard they were probably cold, and someone said something about John getting his swim in for the morning. All of these comments were leading to a conclusion that I really did not want to think about. We can now confirm the lake is at least 25 feet deep, it's true, they were chilly, and had been towed in, and the boat was much cleaner than when we saw it on Sat. am when Hans had said the fateful words that would prove to haunt him..."Naw, we won't need a bow bag."

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