Friday morning was just plain mean. The only thing I would have felt comfortable on would have been a Hobie 14. By the afternoon, it was much more reasonable and more people went out to play.

Saturday was fun, despite the rain that came and went. The afternoon / evening was delightful. The wind slowly died off during the day until the last race it was marginal trapezing on the Tiger (with big waves for surfing downwind).

Sunday was just nuclear. The sun was out, making it "cheerfuly nuclear," but it was nuking, nonetheless. It was a blast.

Here's John (Tigerboy) and Giselle going out through the surf: