The Measurement Trials are under way in the Sheraton parking lot as sunshine and a brisk breeze replace the morning's clouds. Lasers scoot about the river like a flock of butterflies. The guy from the factory that supplies the Laser hulls has been and gone, leaving Norm to cope with problems for the rest of the week. They are taking spare parts to the Day Marina, where he plans to oversee repairs and remeasure the boats so they do not have to come back to land. Perhaps there will be by Saturday.
Mistral sailors are still beach bums at heart.
U.S. coach Skip Whyte is patiently explaining to one of them that he needs numbers on both sides of his sail. In the Tornado corner all goes smoothly until someone trundles a Soling through the scales and into the sail measuring table. Rowland Smith, head of the Tornado team, has dragged his brother Brian in to help. They have commandeered a huge fan which they are using not for cooling but to blow gnats out of the tent. She spent a lively morning after the night's thunderstorms tipping Tornados up to empty water out of the beams and mopping them down so they could be weighed.