It had been 16 days since I planed at all. 21 days since both feet were in the footstraps. Hecksher Park is not close (whether I'm in the city or in Peconica) but since it always has the best odds of getting some thermals, I planned to go. Got a call from Peconic Jeff, who was also losing his mind from lack of planing. He wanted to go to Hecksher too, but then the Cable Guys screwed him up and he had to stay home.
Poor bastard.
Anyhow The King of The East said there would be thermals, so to Hecksher I went…where a dozen or so people (including King Mike, Frank, Ira, George Marr and other faces from the festival) were on the water, mostly planing. I had a good time on a 6.2 for a few hours…not ripping, but getting enough jibe and trick attempts in to feel like I'd done some windsurfing.
I'm still parched, but I'm not gonna die of deprivation just yet, and they're calling for some breeze on Sunday…
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