Race #2 course: 2 > 3 > 1 > 2 > 1 > 2   Winds: SW at 10 - 15 - 8 knots. Uncle Al got off to a fine RC boat end start which permitted him to play the left (west) shore as he and Peter Rahn battled it out while holding a narrow edge over a closely grouped fleet.

But Uncle Al rounds first, coming in on port. There's a story here: A close examination of Al's wake shows a major bearing away just before Al nearly hits the mark. A puff had blown his favourite sailing cap (30 years of SWS) off just moments before and in trying to grab the cap, Al grabbed the tiller instead and pulled violently to windward. He recovered just in time to make this rounding but the hat was a goner! (Or was it??? About 20 minutes after finishing the race, Al was comfortably hove to and drifting past the race hut when he recalled the lost hat. He and David tried to guess the course a water-logged hat might have taken in the previous hour or so, and slowly sailed a course aimed at the half-way point between marks 1 and 2. There! No, it's a twig - no, wait - halleluia! It was my hat which went right back on Uncle Al's head, this being a pretty hot afternoon!