I’d sent an email to a bunch of guys Sunday morning, listening to the wind in the trees. An hour later I heard from Christian:
“Deboned gathering as I’m sure you know by now.”
Had Christian been filleted, and everybody knew but me? Damn! I called for details…”deboned” was his iPhone’s spellcheck rendition of Sebonac. ‘nuff said.
Arrived at Sebonac Inlet to find Christian, Peconic Jeff, CPU John, Dr. Pain, Frank, Scott, Bill and John Hulse waiting to see the wind would come back. It had been 5.2 or better, but nobody was sailing now. After half an hour of shooting the breeze (rimshot we’re here all week, ladies and gentlemen) Bill and Hulse decided hanging at Sebonac didn’t meet their refined-in-Puerto-Rico standards, and left. The wind came up immediately.
My first three runs had the 5.3 on my 109 freestyle board. Then I thought I’d try boarding down to the 93 FSW…the wind was building. Within half an hour I had the 5.3 dancing on my 77. Good times! There was jumpin’ and jibin’ and tackin’ and Sebonac’s special backside miniwave sailing.
Christian (bones and all) called it a perfect beginning to the Spring season, and that’s just what it felt like. Dr. Pain even broke out a pair of shorts.
(Top: Frank rips into one. Middle: Does this drysuit make my butt look big? I prepare to blow a duckjibe while the crew heads in for a closer look. Bottom: The doctor has warm weather on the brain. The good photos are by Jeff.)
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