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.