Skimmer and I decided not to start Saturday morning. Before the event we agreed that if either of us felt that going would be dangerous, we wouldn't go. Both of us felt that way about the oncoming front, with its predicted gale force gusts. It didn't look too terrible Saturday morning, but after driving home through the front, we both felt better about the decision.
We want to thank the watertribe members, who were, every single one of them, unfailingly kind and helpful. When I was sailing Slider around from the boat ramp Friday, I tore the head out of my main. A couple of fellow Class 5 folks luffed up to see what was wrong, since my main was billowing around like a trash bag on a fence, and carried word to Chief that I'd be late to the beach. Since it was blowing pretty good even then, it took me a couple of hours to make it around, dead to windward, mostly on the jib. That afternoon a number of watertribers offered to help with the repair. I just sewed a couple of webbing straps to it, and it held up fine sailing back around to the ramp Saturday morning.
That short trip gave me an added appreciation for the toughness and determination of those who started. It was rough!
Good luck to everyone!