Another race day, and another day with very little wind, but more than last time. We decided to mix it up, Gerry and Les in the Edel and Chris and me in the Matilda. I find getting lined up at the start line very stressful and especially today since neither Chris nor I have much experience in 'hovering' without accidentally crossing the line ahead of time. Apparently I was fretting for nothing – we had a fantastic start and actually were in the lead for a short time, employing the wing on wing tactic. And what of the boys? They were totally out of position and they were the last ones across the start line (ha ha ha ha). Hans soon passed us and got around the first marker, we caught up, twice, and then he went off in a different direction. And what of the boys? Unfortunately we heard this horrible noise behind us, the noise of a faster, bigger boat bearing down on us – I just knew it was them and sure enough they whizzed past us.

The wind was fickle and one minute we're heeled over and the next we're almost dead in the water, sometimes I hate that lake. We rounded the 2nd marker and just like everyone else (I think) we soon came to a screeching halt – and just as we were trying to pick up speed in a whisper of wind, along came a whole batch of power boats, screaming past us in all directions and knocking the scant wind we had out of our sails and (from our perspective) almost swamped Hans! Long story short – the boys won the race (he who laughs last, laughs best), Steve & Anita came in 2nd we finished a quite respectable 3rd. The 2 of us had a great time, Hans even remarked after the race that we seemed to be having a lot of fun – and we did, laughing our way around the lake, so I guess we laughed last and definitely laughed best.