Decision Time was 1600 hrs. Fish or cut bait. I was hedging, wavering, reaching for my email. Trophy Wife cut bait, reached for her phone and started calling crew off. Fine with me. From the house it looked like a washing machine out there. Emails from a friend in the harbor said 25 knots. And then, a few minutes later, 35 knots. The only plus was it was warm, over 90º . Today was the vacation race, separating the Spring twilight season from the Summer series: it was not to count in either. I did not want to risk crew or rig for a meaningless race. By the time we got down there, we discovered seven out of a dozen Fleet regulars agreed with us. Two from our team caught a wet ride on a 105 and enjoyed themselves. At their age, I would have, too. Had the day's day-sail really counted as a race, I probably would have gone for it! As I always say, "A good breeze is a horrible thing to waste."