The forecast called for huge westerlies yesterday. I couldn't get there but new Scott was going ("Starting to nuke!" he texted.) The meters showed more and more (and more) wind, and Scott's post-nuker email painted the picture at Sebonac:
"Just me & the Wolf. 20 mins. of 4.7, 20 mins. of 4.2, 20 mins. of 3.7…then blown off the water & went home. Liquid smoke!"
Another session missed (by me). Argh.
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