NAC Series Day 3 Final

Final race of the series in the Chamber of Commerce conditions we had been expecting on Long Island Sound: warm, lovely, 6 knots of breeze, sunshine. We got the old boat revved up and brought a little game to the day.

One general recall, and then one five-legged race in which the leaders switched positions back and forth between Al and Katie, Andrew and Jackson (an especially Southern team), with the Goughs, us, and Team Morgan nipping at their heels.

Al and Katie won the race, followed by the Goughs, and then photo finish put Andrew ahead of us (by about one foot, according to the RC), giving him the championship over Al and Katie by a single point. Tight racing up top! For the regatta, the Goughs finished third, John Aras and John Wake (skipper John is a master, btw – AND he dated Dave Perry’s sister. Cool the stuff you learn in the parking lot) we shook into fifth place, and stable-mates Team Pletsch finished sixth. Way to represent, Florida.

As always, the awards ceremony is quite a spectacle: the class has folks sign for every perpetual trophy, and there are a LOT of perpetual trophies. Al and Katie got a beautiful silver teapot trophy among the loot, which might have been for top family with female aboard? Anyway, it was a big vanload of prizes, expertly expedited by John Cooke, one of the best MCs in the biz.

Wonderful regatta. Sorry it’s over. Jeff was offering flyfishing lessons early this morning -- (ten and two Ryan! ten and two!), so the week is complete (fishing at least once every seven days). We’ve packed up the various bits and bobs (extra mast for Mark and Dean and Judy – check. Bow-bag for Ed – check. Bikes – check. Lawn furniture – check. Small dog – trick question. She’s always packed and ready), and flirted with the idea of trading the Mighty Majestic in on a less seasoned model from Harry Carpenter. We said our au reviors, had a last cocktail hour with Donny Brennan and Josh Goldman and Andrew and Jackson. We are hopeful that Andrew and Jackson will have a pleasant adventure in Manhattan and that we won't get the call for bail should any such call be needed.

Tomorrow the less scenic route home down the big highway---maybe. We’ll see what mood strikes us and the GPS gal Beatrice.