That was an enjoyable sail, racing, not so much.
After starting on time, and working my way out the Gate I found the predicted southerly not present.
I swapped out the jib for a 125 for a bit more speed. After Duxbury I settle big spin and carried it to Drakes.
Finished and got anchored just before dark.
Saw plenty of dolphins and a few whales, humpbacks headed north, birds, birds and more birds. And fishing boats. Wow!
A few people tacked around but I just ran the gauntlet and made it through fine.
After a nice dinner of BBQ chicken with Louisiana red beans and rice I slept like a rock.
Sunday morning after breakfast and getting ready, anchor de-weeded and stowed, headed for the start. I realize now I needed at least another hour!
The little zephyrs drifting through the anchorage earlier were now gone and the start line felt as far away as San Francisco Bay.
After escaping the clutches of Drakes bay I headed further out hoping for more breeze. Fugu kept closer to the coast. Chris is a good skipper with a comparable boat so I am mindful of his tactics.
I was able to set the big spinnaker and started to gain some ground when the breeze shut off again. Patience, perseverance, and stubbornness paid off cause the breeze finally returned.
My tactic took me DDW from Duxbury to Point Bonita, which did not pay off. Both Fugu and Arcadia were sailing hotter angles and pulled ahead even sailing greater distance and finished ahead.
Wind inside the Gate had me on the ragged edge, rounding up once, and luffing hard a few times. Found a wind hole at Harding then barely got past Pt Stuart.
Tactics.
All in all and enjoyable weekend.
Here are some photos.