The boats ahead, as well, were soon pointing off in a direction we deemed far too high to be correct. It turns out they were sailing to the mark, and once we realized the error of our low-road ways, we found ourselves fighting upwind as boats on the high road eased their sheets and streamed past. After three miles of tight-reaching, which is not the J/105’s fastest point of sail, we had to shoot the mark in a crowd, hitting it, and well . . . you can guess how it went from there.