We went sailing on the fastest boat I've ever sailed. The 29er is without a doubt my new favorite toy, or rather, my new favorite one of James's toys.
We took it up to Yale lake in Cougar, WA and got the shit beat out of us for a couple of days on the water, with me 6 feet out on the trapeze wire and James on the helm (not the smartest combination, but that's the way we want it to be so we may as well train that way). After two full nights of rest my body has finally stopped aching which is good because we're about to load up the boat and head up to the Gorge to sail it with Jeff today and hopefully get some pointers from the world class sailors that should be training out there in preparation for the championship this weekend.

Otherwise, it's same ol' same ol'. The sailing school is in a shambles and everyone is in denial which is fine with me because once they acknowledge what a mess it is they'll be asking me for answers. I still haven't registered for classes or decided what I'm going to take or if I'm even going to be able to go school full time and sail competitively now that I have to teach sailing classes for Reed 3 days a week, but that's cool, I get to put on my resume that I was an adjunct professor of sailing at Reed College. That's pretty much the most haughty job title I could possibly get for showing a bunch of burnouts how to rig an outdated boat and how to drift around the Willamette while reading magazines on a powerboat.
Hell yeah.