Captain's Log: Stardate 10749.0
The first challenge of the evening was just getting to the Enterprise. At about 3:00pm yesterday, a heavy-rain storm system went through the area that knocked out subways, electricity to many sections of NYC, the Bronx and Westchester, and flooded I-287. We were going to be short-staffed as it was and I didn’t need the weather to cause additional problems. An hour and a half to get from Tarrytown to City Island. Should have went by boat.

But, it was clearing up. And the radar showed Eastchester Bay was going to be fine until, maybe, 9-ish. I made a mental note that there might be problems at 9-ish. 9-ish. I had to remember that. We headed out to the race course and prepared the Enterprise for the 15-20 mph conditions.

And then did our best to work through the 25-30 mph conditions.

But, the Enterprise and her crew were performing well. We were keeping with the fleet and our final downwind leg was going to be one to remember. We rounded, started putting the chute up and prepared the ship for Warp 9.

The time was 9:15, or thereabouts. 9-ish. Something about that time that I was supposed to remember, but it just wasn’t registering.

The chute went up and the wind completely died. Commander Richard and I both saw the shift moving forward and ordered the chute down. Jib back out, we drifted north, wondering what happened that the wind would go from the 20's to 0 so quickly. And then it was Foredeck Captain Dave, looking north, who was the one who said it best: "Uh oh. This is going to be bad . . ."

Within ten seconds of his warning, all hell broke loose. We saw 39. Chaika saw 42. But we both admit we weren't looking all the time. Captain Paul Strauch of Andiamo said he saw over 50 as his boat passed Warp 14 downwind on the main only.

What was a nice Wednesday Night Race became a struggle for survival; trying to make sure the crew wasn't going to get hurt and keeping the Enterprise in one piece. We were getting hammered hard. We reduced sail and got soaked from the combination of the rain above and the water coming over the deck. Barely, through the sound of sails luffing violently and the wind, I could hear faint subspace radio calls from the fleet withdrawing one after the other. Mental clarity overcame insanity as I started the impulse engine and followed suit.

The crew did well during the red-alert conditions and I am very proud of their performance. They have all clearly earned their spot on the Flagship of the Federation and it will be a difficult not seeing them for the holiday break. My best wishes to all for a happy and safe Independence Day.