I was standing on the beach, facing the eastern wind with my mouth wide open. I wanted to eat the air, so good did it taste. It was cold, but clean…immaculate…and it reminded me of a pristine Carribean breeze. Carribean ice cream! It was delicious.
Perhaps it tasted so good because I’d been missing Ponquogue. I hadn’t sailed there since October 2009, nor paddled the place since January 2010! That’s a long time for one of my favorite spots. It was blowing a hearty 5.3, and Jon Ford, Peconic Jeff, the Wolf and I were on it. Waves were 4-6 feet, though at times it was hard to pick out the sets. Jeff had an excellent back loop attempt (the Wolf said it looked like he nearly landed it) I had the best down the line ride of my year (okay it was only my third ocean day of 2011, but I’m trying to get better so every “good” and “best” is a win) Jon Ford had a typically fine day, and even the Wolf with dodgy knee was happy to get out and catch a little.
The guys are back at it today, while I had to pass. But my arms ache just enough to remind me of that wave…
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