The Peconic Puffin

My cell phone rang. It was The Wolf.

The Wolf: “I know Jonathan (Ford) told you to go to Sebonac, but I’m at Meschutt now and it looks fantastic. Come!”

Me: Okay!

I arrived at Meschutt about 30 minutes later, where I found Scott and John H surveying the bay, as the chop was rolling in 25 knots of northwest joy. They too had been called by John VanderWolf, though none knew where he was.

But soon The Wolf arrived, as did Bill, Christian, Diane, Jason, Jeff, and John Ford. The ramps were outstanding until the tide came up to about half way, when conditions degraded to simple rock and roll. It was hectic on the outside, but the occasional big ramp could still be found.

I was on about five hours of sleep, following a ten hour drive up from Cape Hatteras. The best way to get over leaving OBX is to get big air ASAP.

(Photo: Scott comes in to take a break from the action.)