At the lake once again

Same song, third verse

I’m currently sitting in what seems to have become my room in the “Strasia Compound,” watching the sun rise. This is probably just about the only place in New Mexico where one can watch the sun rise behind an array of rigged sailboat masts, unless one is actually sleeping on a boat in a marina. There are no overhead power lines between here and the boat ramp, so boats can be stored here with the masts up. In addition to Rich and Sue’s boats, there are several others, especially the J/24s that are to be used for the Adams Cup.

We had the same cast of characters here as last Friday night, with much the same energy level, aside from now all of the members of Team Constellation have discovered this blog, and they had a ball responding to various comments on it about such things as the overall tone of last weekend’s gathering and a certain regular commenter here … Tillerman, were your ears burning? Over the course of the evening, several gauntlets were thrown down … I lost count of how many … by “that Larry character.” And “Hmmm…” seems to have become a catchword of sorts.

Today’s plan is to separate helmswomen from crews, so green crews and green helms don’t foul each other up. The crews will go out on the J/24s with experienced helmspeople, to learn trim, while JoAnn and I will go out on Etchells with individual coaches to work on our skills – she gets Larry, while I get Braxton. Winds are predicted to be light, but we’ll see what happens.