The Peconic Puffin

"We don't sail South Jamesport on Northeast!" someone said.  But nobody wanted to deal with the traffic to Napeague, so we gave it a North Fork go.

And we were rewarded.

Scott, Artie (who forgot his masts) the Wolf, George Pav, David (who forgot his harness) and your editor arrived to mid-five meter conditions, with some small but organized rolling swell in parts.  Sweet!   It was a straight reach across the bay to East Landing, where Scott met another crew of windsurfers.   Artie and I had to leave early for family obligations, but for those who stayed late into the afternoon, 4.7 and better was the call.   

Summertime, and the living is easy.

(Photo:  99 liters and a 5.4.)