It has been over three months since I'd been in the water at all. No windsurfing (Bonaire trip cancelled) no SUP…I was dry and lame and out of practice. I was so lame that even when I met Peconic Jeff at I Road to scout the waves (followed by K and Ponquogue) I had one foot back in my van. It looked cold. It looked less than perfect. I am so lame.
But then Tomas and New Jeff showed up, and my ridiculous factor was in too much contrast, so I suited up. Let the Dry Man Follies begin:
Tomas offered to adjust my hood seal. While checking it out he said "your wetsuit doesn't seem very thick."
Oh no. I accidentally grabbed the 3/2 instead of the 5/3. I didn't check. I am screwed! But Tomas had an EXTRA 5/3 in his truck, which he generously offered (and I gratefully borrowed) and got out on the water. The first time I fell though I was freezing…the thing leaked like a sieve. So I paddled in, where I met the Wolf, who had two things to say: Did I have an extra leash (he's been dry too, and did not pack properly) and why didn't I pull the cinch tight on the wetsuit I was wearing?
Doh, and I may have an extra leash. (That's in reverse order, and I did.)
In the end we all got out there. I did everything poorly except laugh at myself. I think I had a good day laughing! Looking forward to 2016 sesh #2.
(My goofy mug. I am wet and salty, and therefore happy.)
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