That was fast. Less than 24 hours after the wind prayer post the Peconic Bays started to whitecap. Then the Wolf called from South Jamesport, where he was rigging a 5.2. Drop what you’re doing…it’s time to sail (if you remember how)!
I arrived and rigged a 6.2 (the Wolf reported holes, and I just had to rip). Soon Scott showed up (5.8) followed by Peconic Jeff and the game was on….reach and jibe, reach and jibe. Sure enough my 6.2 on the JP 109 kept me going through the lulls (“that thing planes on a dime!” said Lord Scotworth). The waters were warm and mostly flat, so I was duck jibing on the outside, messing with freestyle on the inside (hit my first backwinded jibe that I planed through, tried a duck tack that nearly took my head off, and played with some 360’s.)
On shore during a break a little girl (perhaps four years old) walked up to the Wolf and said “are you the Wolf?” She wasn’t even Little Red Riding Hood! Anyhow she was adorable, the Wolf’s face was split by an enormous smile, and the day was even better. (Earlier Jeff had given him up to the charmer whilst she quizzed Jeff about windsurfing.)
How bad a year has it been for wind? When Bill Barber arrived and rigged he proclaimed it “my third day windsurfing this year.”
How great did it feel to get back in the straps? You know. Oh man I love windsurfing!
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