Well , if you thought sailing behind the small Baltic island chain might soften the blow , it might not.
There has been a bit of grumbling because the race was abandoned in the middle of the 4th and final leg but there can be some satisfaction in having survived the 25 knot gusts and burning a ton of white knuckle calories .
Here they were – all the boats zipping back and forth and off the line. The wind was howling. Maybe twenty – maybe twenty four ( no sailing starts at 25) Totems groove was not ideal but we held on , then just as we were tacking to round the mark the jib car grabbed hold of the jib line and would not let go. Then freed -. Off we go to round then lift the kite. wow city. With a quick And loud pop the plow is pulling us down waves.
Conan tiller war would start up every once and again to keep the spin from overdoing a role. One battle brought us swinging over, pressed by a wave and a role almost crashing into a neighboring relic.
At the end of the third leg they sent us in.
No finish today.