Captain's Log: Stardate 11256.6
When I woke up this morning, still tired from last night's race, I thought to myself how good it might be if we had enough interested crew and the Enterprise was set to be heading down the East River this morning to compete in the Around Long Island Regatta again.

And, later, as I got in my car and drove to my office, seeing the lightning and heavy downpours, I started to think, maybe, it was a good thing that we weren't heading down the East River this morning.

But it wasn't until I got to my office and launched that I felt relief that we were NOT going down the East River, as this was the warning splashed on the front page: "Damaging Winds Possible for Northeast", complete with a graphic showing all of New York in menacing red with the primary risks of "widespread damaging winds", "large hail" and, oh hell why not, a "chance of tornado".

And that's just for the start. The next two days looks to be also filled with fun-filled 30+ gusts and scattered thunderstorms.

Then again, it could be one hell of an adventure.

Nevertheless, it appears, once again, the crew's foresight was 20/20. That is, all except for Captain Dave, who is temporarily assigned to duty on Captain Jeff Ohstrom's Aeromarine-Class USS Star for the race. As I write this, Dave is out there, boldly going, ready for what lies ahead... Good luck, my friend.

But no discussion of high winds and extreme racing would be complete without its antithesis, Wednesday Night Racing on Eastchester Bay - a 0% chance of rain and a breeze that never went above 5 knots. Was it from the north? the south? the west? Your guess was as good as mine. On the second leg, there were boats 100 feet away who were in a completely different breeze.

There was even a point where the top of the mast was reading a northerly but in the cockpit we were feeling a southerly.

Chute up, chute down, chute up again. The last upwind leg was now a jibe-set downwind leg. Is that wind pressure over there or more bunker being chased by stripers? Why is Chaika headed right for us when the mark is that way?

So many questions. So confusing. Early on, I've learned that the key to light-air sailing, above all, is concentration. But, it's so hard not to get frustrated and I can tell the crew were starting to daydream -- some about food, some about work, some about sex (there was even a crude joke about "supplemental log entries") and some about the Summer Olympics Women's Volleyball teams.

We crossed the line fifth and I was very proud of the crew's accomplishments in difficult conditions, though, at one point, Crewman Ceaser complained that grinding for the spinnaker trimmer was "the worst job on the boat."

Try paying the bills, C.