So I eased down onto the rail with my couple of dozen new friends and enjoyed myself. And by that, I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Upwind, in 20-plus-knots of breeze, Rapture tracked along at a good 10 to 11 knots, and once we rounded the top mark and hoisted the massive asymmetric, we trucked downwind knocking off 13s and 14s. There were plenty of fine sailors aboard, I did my little job efficiently, the breeze was great, the sun strong, and the temperatures in the mid-80s. Even the sandwiches were good. Back home, I knew, there were flurries in the forecast. I mean, what was there not to like?