What a difference a day makes. We were dead set against racing, and now we've spent a full day at it, and expect to be doing it for two more days. Yesterday's race aboard the Saint John boat, Magique, with Brian and Paula, was three plus hours of good fun. Well, it was except for us totally screwing up the start. Actually, we still don't know for sure how they manage the signals and flags to start 5 different classes, with a different class starting every five minutes. This time we'll just sit near the start line and watch for known boats in our class. There are fifty-three different boats around that little start line, so it's quite the thing.
In the middle of this, we have a J-24 rafted to us with men coming and going from our boat. They would have been connected to Stopp Knot, if John's boat had not developed transmission trouble attempting to leave Rodney Bay. We just finished breakfast with three of the J-24 crew. More later.
The peripheral parties and meetings are great too. More later.
