We had just come around the first mark of the race when it happened. The wind just stopped. Our boat was barely crawling across Lake Erie. I looked to our stern and saw all of the other boats behind us, who looked like they were going to catch up, but they were just as stalled as us. We watched one or two boats ahead of us finagle their mainsails and jibs to try and catch even the smallest of breezes while we tried to come up with a plan of our own.
The race dragged along. Thankfully, the weather was super nice so the night wasn’t a total bust. After a while, all we could do was laugh. Every single boat in the fleet was in the same position. The committee boat shortened the course mid-race, so we still wouldn’t be trudging out to markers until 10pm. The best way to learn about sailing comes with experiencing said problems. That is one of the many reasons why I love this sport.
Week five turned out to be the compete opposite of week four. As I drove over Buffalo’s Skyway, I saw the waves barreling over the break wall. I knew it would be a gnarly race. It wasn’t until I passed the small inlet inside the break wall that I knew there was no way we would be racing. The water was so turbulent and choppy…even right next to land. We prepped everything on the boat as we normally did, as the commodores had yet to make any cancellations. Sure enough, once we had all of our sheets set the call came in. It was the last race of the ‘Cool Water’ series before holiday break. Since our race was cancelled, we instead enjoyed good conversation and a glass of wine before heading back up into the RCR Yachts Marina for a club cookout. Next up, Mid-Summer series. See you after Independence Day!
PS: I have created a secondary portfolio for all of my sailing photography! Check out the gallery here.