The Peconic Puffin

(warning: if you're looking for a serious blog post…even a semi serious post, this ain't the day to be on the Peconic Puffin.)

Rumors were flying on the Internet.   Apparently unlocked by the SUP Cartwheel post, word was that the Wolf had tweaked his knee attempting a cartwheel on his stand up paddle board.   I believed the rumors (I always do) but try as I might to wrangle details from the innuendo-mongers (Scott, CD, and Peconic Jeff) no information was forthcoming.  Even Lord Vanderwolf played it coy, emailing me:

"Okay, here it is:  Last Saturday Jeff and I SUPped at Ponquogue in one of the weirdest wave set ups…"

and trailed off leaving mystery in his wake.

I had to investigate.

P-Jeff had whispered in my ear about a secret gathering Friday night in the Wolf's den…the VanderDome.   I was given directions and drove to the spot.   In the inky blackness I did find a door on a strange building, and did finally find a collection of wind chimps, puffins, and ne'er do wells with beer, cheese and crackers gathered around a ceremonial fire. 

I made an offering of Full Sail beer, was admitted into the ring (ne'er do wells included Hulse, Jeff, Ross, John Jr, Scott, and of course the Wolf) and finally got the story:  Waves were coming from multiple directions at Ponquogue, and when two collided to create a giant apex poised to crash down on him, the Wolf jumped off his board…straight forward.  The charging apex tossed the board upwards into the airborne Wolf's knee, and sent him spinning and bruised.

Ouch.

So CD is limping around as his demolished quad heals, I wonder when my ridiculous arm is going to let me get back to fun and games, and now Lord Vanderwolf can be seen with a single crutch nearby.   Not a lot of water action here, folks!

(Wolf on crutches photo by CD.  Fire by the editor.)