My stories are mostly of self inflicted stupidity.

Saturday- No racing, caught up on some much needed sleep, and did some reading at the hotel.

1st race, started with the H20's was holding pretty well with them going up to the first mark. Drove myself into irons, lost a bit. I think on the second downwind leg, I was weaving under spinnaker through the H16 fleet heading upwind. Didn't see one untill the last second ended up having to round up under spinnaker to avoid collision. Capsized. For some reason had a bitch of a time getting it pulled up again. Got it righted eventually and went the committee boat for a DNF so the H20's that I started with didn't have to wait for me to finish and hold up their start.

Race 2, wind picked up signifigantly. I'm depowered all the way. Didn't run the chute on the first two downwind legs and I was way behind. At the last A mark rounding the wind seemed more docile, hoisted the spinnaker had a great run downwind until about I was about 300-400yds from the finish when the wind went ballistic. I'm dead downwind, chute bagged out in front of the boat haulin butt, completely out of control. I cross the finish line and attempt to snuff the chute. Things turn ugly and I accidently jibe, then go over. Then I lost my boat. Thankfully a H16 team, (who I still owe a beer or 3), picked me up and reunite me with my long lost catamaran. I snuff the chute with the boat on its side, sorta, I got caught on something and ripped. I haven't seen it yet, but I heard it. Pulled the boat up, cleaned house and headed for the start of race 3.

Race 3- Started late, went up to A as depowered as I know how to do. I'm cold, pissed off about the two capsizes, and ready to go in. After the 1st downwind leg I inform the RC I'm heading back in.