Floating is the perfect way to spend a day at, say, the Arizona Inn, but not at the weather mark on a lake where a light wind can shift 180 degrees from the West to the East and back again in less time than it takes to say, “The genoa is backwinded.”
No photos from this weekend. By the time we finished one race, a new start sequence already had started. Overall, 3 races on a day when Lake Pleasant had the full spectrum of light to everybody-on-the-weather-rail winds, layers went from wool turtlenecks to rain gear, while the AYC burgee was spanking the main sail one minute and hanging quietly below the spreader the next. At the end of the day, with the main sail tied down, and the dock lines cleated, it was time for more floating, in the slip, until we set off again in search of the perfect way to spend the day.