What a surprise! The wind died in the middle of the day of the mug race (again). Who would have thought? The mug race is 38 nm long, but NO IT IS NOT THE LONGEST RIVER RACE IN THE WORLD! So they claim… Come on, get out of your coutry a little!

We left the dock at 7:45 am really excited because we knew there was going to be 3 other J30s on the race course!!! A first for us! Our pursuit start time was 9:04:20 same as Showoff, but the 2 others started 2 minutes earlier (Skimmer and Anarchy). We owe them 3 pins for having a class legal genoa #1 (163%), fair enough. The first few hours were slow, the current was against us and the wind was only partially cooperating. I had the bad idea to tack to the east side of the river just before the wind switched to the west side. Bad move. All other J30s were on the west side, going away… bye bye competition… (Erdem was snoring by then).

We were heading to mark B, slowly but surely, looking forward at a bunch of boats who were once sailing, but not really anymore. Skimmer, ahead of the pack, made it around mark B when all of a suddent, the last bit of moving air left us all  floating, unsatisfied. We used our momentum to slip in front of Anarchy through the pack and then dropped anchor like everybody else (while Skimmer was happily floating away in the right direction, probably wanting to moon us all!) It lasted what seemed to be forever… People started to swim while Erdem was stairing at the anchor line, wishing the sky to bring the wind back!!! He could not stand this, and so did I. Oh! A little puff on the horizon! Is it coming our way? No? Ah… This one maybe? Hum… not really hey… Well, we got one puff that was just strong enough to make Eric get his exercice! I thought we were gonna leave him behind! SWIM BACK NOW!!!!! (as Erdem is brigning the anchor back on board) Fiew! He made it while the puff lasted. Then we dropped the anchor again. Poor crew, they worked hard!

When the wind finally picked up for more than 1 minute in a row we hoisted the Rainbow spinnaker! In a sequence of gybes, zig-zag steering and 360s of the wind vein, we finally rounded the damn mark B in 4th position in our class, and 2nd position between the J30s. We tought our efforts towards mark A were good enough to discourage any remaining competition since none of them followed us to mark C. But in reality, they were probably all smart enough to know that they would not make it to the finish on time and called it early. I had no clue of the time, I was so thrilled by the wind being back, I did not care about finishing or not… we were SAILING!!!!!

The following hour of the race can be sumarized by a video :

We crossed all upcoming traffic from the south course, including in order: Ghost, Lilbot and Persistence. Good job all Then we started to see our people already coming back from mark C… Skimmer, Whisper then Risky Business… Oh my… We knew we had no chance to catch up, but hey, did it really matter? WE WERE SAILING! I was still very surprised to see that the committee boat was not at mark C to take finish times like last year. They should have known better with a day like this! Shame.

We hoisted Rainbow again for a nice and fast ride home. I called the Rudder Club (since the committee boat was not responding their VHF) to make sure the race was over, and sure enough the finish line closed at 8pm. The sunset was gorgeous, the weather was perfect, we were all happy anyway. We got back to the dock around 9:30 pm, talked about going to the RC for spagetti, but when I learned from Ted that NOBODY FROM THE NORTH COURSE FINISHED… I changed my mind. I was pissed for all those in front who made an awesome race regardless of the tricky conditions. They deserved much better. Doesn’t 56 years of organizing the same exact race give you enough statistics to know that when the wind dies for few hours, boats don’t make it to the finish on time? I guess my expectations were too high…