Scott said the wind wouldn't come, but he was wrong. Happy to be wrong, too! In this the warmest February on record, with air temps of 44 and water of 41 (as often as not in February you can walk on the Peconic, not splash about in it) my first sesh in three months came to pass. The Wolf was first on the water, followed by me, with us on 4.7's and larger boards (I rode the 93.) It was light 4.7.
Then it was full on 4.7.
Then it was time to board down 4.7
Those of us with seventy something boards were on them, and the rest did what they needed to do. Scott, Peconic Jeff, Christian, the Natalies, and the odd kiter had a fine time on the incoming tide. We were most of us out of windsurfing shape ("there's nothing you can do" Scott proclaimed") but we were happy to use those atrophied muscles.
Good times!
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