First sail of the season—just Bri and me—Tony not available. Plenty of ice on Pewaukee—a bit rough in places, but quite sailable. Breezy and cold—high in the low twenties, and dropping—numb thumb weather.

Bri likes the new boat (#351)—says it feels fast and points well. He's up front with the leaders.

I did moderately well in #10. Missed the windward mark first lap in the first race, and blamed it on faulty goggles, which made vision difficult, but then found out that the mark itself had collapsed. Did better in the second race until the mast come down half way through—busted shackle.

Shakedown seems the right word for today's sailing, but does miss the idea of fun, which today was (in spite of the fact that I can hardly walk now).