I started doing that, too, but once I got away from the city front and into clean air and ebb I realized I was making good progress toward Blackaller (or so it seemed). Tacked back into the fray, kept checking to make sure I was indeed on starboard tack, and prepare my outside voice in case I had to yell for buoy room. Getting around Blackaller in a crowd of Moores and J22s was a good and sobering learning experience. Kudos to the port-tacked gonads on Balein (IIRC) which by pure skill (luck?) managed to slip through a whole lot of us starboard rounders, including a bunch of Moores/J22s trying to sneak inside of each other, without hitting anyone.