Whining heard about the terrain today at East Landing:
“My teeth are getting rattled.”
“My kidneys doth complaineth.”
“The chop sucks.”
"etc."
I windsurf with a pack of old women, who spend their water time contemplating their vaginas. Probably I shouldn't say that because they're all better sailors than me, and most of them are bigger. Too late.
It was bumpy, and rainy to boot. But it was also 4.2, so Peconic Jeff, Dr. Pain, Natalies John and Joe, Scott, Bill, Jonathan and myself had some fun on the Great Peconic, in the NE that was gusty but strong (at Napeague/Gardiners it was strictly 3 meter sailing…I'm still getting back into shape for that, and happily most of the wind chimps passed as well.) But those bumps. They were fine with me…I said "you guys, I didn't even know from good conditions until I started sailing with you ten years ago. I ALWAY sailed in stupid chaotic chop!" It was true.
In any event, four meter sailing is always good times!
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