Finally. Finally. Finally. The first inkling came last night around sunset, when the fitful breeze we’d been struggling with all day long started to build and rise into the mid-teens. Just after dusk, we changed spinnakers from the light, half-ounce kite we’d been employing for the better part of the last two days to the 1.5-ounce chute, which was faster and held its shape better in the stronger breeze and sloppy seas. For the full story, please click here.