The Peconic Puffin

I’d been looking forward to a Friday session all week, and like a fool I didn’t get up early. Even worse, while I was a five minute drive from lovely 20 knot breezes, I listened to iwindsurf and a friend and decided to drive 40 minutes to Napeague. When I arrived I of course found a half dozen sailors derigging their 6 meter sails, telling me what I’d missed. I ran out quick with a 7.0, shlogged for 20 minutes while a friendly kiter came by (at least he was polite while he gloated), and then drove back.