The bathroom at RCR Yachts had a few other women in it as I walked in. While they were crew I did not know on another boat, we all spoke of one thing in common; this week’s race was going to be cold and wet.
This week’s Cool Water Series Race happened to fall on my third wedding anniversary. Chuck and I had already made plans for the weekend ahead so that I could sail. It was June 6th and I was wearing a long sleeve shirt, two sweatshirts, foul weather jacket, leggings, a pair of pants, wool socks and rain boots. I thought I was more than prepared, but five minutes into the race it felt as though I was naked.
It wasn’t raining particularly hard, but since the winds were around 18 knots, it made the rain feel like tiny rocks pelting us in the face as we sailed along. It’s hard enough to spot the race markers from afar without rain and whitecaps to the mix. Weather aside, we raced very, very well.
I am at a point now where I am finally starting to feel comfortable with not only the boat, but my role on the boat as well. This was the first week back for my foredeck mate and I think we work quite well together. Although I still have much to learn, being thrown into the deep end of the racing world has helped my sailing skills advance in just a short period of time. After all, there is no time to forget.