A crummy race but a great day on the water.

It was a frostbite race that in no way deserved the mantle of "Frostbite'. Properly named it was "A glorious early spring race" .

Or it would have been if we had actually sailed a glorious race. In the words of the old blues song, " If it wasn't for bad luck we wiould have no luck at all."

No matter what we did, we seemed to find a hole, bad air, the heart of the adverse current, or the unfavored tack. It left us in the cheap seats, after a lovely sail, and hoping for better luck next time...