Stardate 11362.2

Captain's Log: Stardate 11362.2
It's been a couple of weeks since I've added a log entry, mostly due to work demands and the heart-breaking 1-second loss for Race 13 in perfect wind conditions for the Enterprise.

But, according to the wind buoy data that I checked before last night's race, it looked like we were going to have even better wind conditions. And we did -- 16 to 20 out of the north. The only problem was we were going without my father, Jory and Ceaser, and in this breeze, main and jib handling would be the key.

So we started searching for help, and, luckily enough, we ran into Robert and Russ on the launch and asked them to give up their night of pleasure sailing for a night of adventure and speed on the Starship Enterprise. They talked about it and, within 20 minutes, both of them, with their friend Andy, were aboard and learning the systems.

Russ is a member of the club and owns a 31 footer further out in the mooring field. When I asked him the name of the boat, I could have sworn he said "Areola", to which I thought, this guy should meet my dad.

Turns out he said "Aeolus", named after the Greek god of wind.

So we put the main up and worked our way through the wind and chop to the starting area. We had quite a few splashes come over the side, but, thankfully, Lt. Zoraida shielded most of us from the water by putting her body in the way of the incoming wave. It's a good thing Zoraida isn't Mexican, cause there's a good "wetback" joke in there somewhere.

Before the start, the wind was changing speed dropping to 12 and sometimes gusting to 18. In our division, most of the fleet was there; Wuestwind, High Heels, Bouliner and us. But, for some reason, High Heels and Bouliner must have thought it was gusting to 50 and dropped out of the race. Seriously? A 15-mph wind speed average was too much for you? OK. All those who are offended with profanity, please cover your eyes for a moment.


Because even if Robert, Russ and Andy didn't get on board, you know Zoraida and Dave Jr would be cranking and tailing.

So, it was just Wuestwind and us, battling over a measly 10 points. And battle we did - with Robert and Russ huffing and puffing on the windward legs through our night of a total of four tacks (thanks to a glorious wind shift during our last leg.)

Though not a winning night (we lost by 46 seconds), the sailing and conditions could not have been better - especially on that last leg with the Enterprise screaming along upwind passing the lighthouse, leeward rail close to the water, and the crew on the windward rail watching the sunset.

Once we finished, we took the warp core offline (dropped the genoa) so that it can be repaired over the week. Should be as good as new by next week's race, if not sooner.

It's hard to believe there are only a few more weeks of racing left, but, with some effort, I think we'll be able to take home some new silver at season's end.