Sean got a couple of shots of Lola. The consistently disappointing thing is that while we're on the water we get to watch him take pictures, and the 20% of them that make it to being uploaded rarely include the ones we thought were the most badass. We had one windward mark rounding on Sunday where we were hauling ass and leading the fleet by less than a foot. Sean was sitting about ten feet away and snapped an awesome shot of me with my body completely off the side of the boat... hanging by my armpit. I was really stoked to get a copy of that one, but i guess it won't be so. Anyway, we finished 7th out of 9 which is pretty horrible, though not so bad considering we had our rig tuned for 17-20kts for the first two races when it only ended up blowing 5-7kts and ended up DFL for both of them. We still consistently beat the couple of Portland boats with whom we're generally in contention and if it hadn't been for those extra points we accumulated by completely screwing the first two races we probably would have gotten at least 4th or 5th. Placement hardly matters to me, though. I learned a lot this weekend and i think i'm starting to really understand tactics. This is a good thing since i've been claiming to be a tactics instructor for the last 4 years and have yet to prove that my conception of them actually works on a racecourse. As for the pictures, we (Stephen, Ken, James, Kevin and I)sail the bright red boat called "Run LOLA, Run." In the top picture, that's me with my leg hanging off the side, and in the bottom one, i assume i was buried and pawing desperately at the spinnaker as it was snapped. I thought that mark rounding was sketchy, but James swears it was textbook... I was just wrapped in the sail and couldnt see anything or move during the procedure so i guess i assumed the worst.