Finally, a whisper of breeze filled the genoa. We were moving, and eventually rounded the mark and headed for the next, a good ways north by the bridge. For a good chunk of the afternoon, we inched our way toward it, sailing (and drifting) neck and neck with the boats on each side. Mercifully, the race committee shortened course and was there waiting to take our sail number when we arrived at the second mark. As racers often do, we toasted our brilliance, then furled the sails and headed for the Mount Gay tent that awaited us ashore.
That evening, we were there when Dave stepped forward to accept his second-place trophy, and we tipped caps to Jon Opert, whose crew took first with his Hanse 371, Orion. Like everyone else in the tent that night, we came, we sailed, we partied. We were racers, and yes, we had fun.