Rick ran a flawless kick-off to the Carp Crossing. Rescue boat, signal horn, start flag. Wow! Great job Rick.
Uh, sadly, the start was all I got too see. Showed up too late, rigged too big, with too big a fin, thus went over the handlebars 2x within 100 yds of starting. I continued gamely (lamely?) on for another 1/2 mile, by which time the fleet had vanished, including the patient Ralph and Bob, my team mates. Spent energy downhauling more, messing with harness lines, outhaul, other manner of on-water dweebery and flailing, all under the protective gaze of Rick's great bro on the chase board, whose charter was to keep an eye on sorry sorts like me. To no avail, I couldn't go deep and the wind didn't let up, so I figured it was time to run back for home instead of risking complete wreckage in the middle of the lake. Got back too exhausted to re-rig fast enough to get back on the water, sure that if I did I would arrive just in time to see the school bus of partying sailors pull out of the Boat Harbor parking lot, leaving me alone in the maw of Happy Valley.
The good news is that I'm the FIRST (and presumably only) OFFICIAL DNF in the history of the Carp Crossing, thus taking the pressure off of the rest of you in future crossings, who suitably owe me a beer or two, or maybe a kind word, or perhaps a little less snickering the next time we meet...
ROCKIN' JOB RICK, GETTING US ALL DOWN THERE AND LAUNCHED - YOU DA MAN!
