"I think we should rig 4.7, then pick a board when the wind comes." Wisdom of Frank
"But there's no wind." Me.
Me I was thinking of going home. It was 6PM. We started at Sebonac, where there was not enough wind but what there was was too northwest for Sebonac. At Meschutt, Artie, Frank, Scott, Joe Natalie, the Wolf and I were staring at the occasional whitecap. It was 7.5 conditions, most of these guys Just Say No to 6.0, but the map showed stronger winds to the west. So the plan was to wait.
The breeze began to pick up. I was convinced that the wind wouldn't be happening until nearly sunset, and I was supposed to cook dinner! So I hung out in the parking lot before I looked again at the water and saw Scott and Frank planing. Rigged the 4.7, put it on a 93 liter board for safety, and had an easy sesh in gentle swell. 5.4 would have been ripping but everyone was on a 4.7 and a follower I shall be this day.
Good fun for an hour, then it backed off. I went home to cook. The wind came back up…whoever caught it ripped!
(Top: Springtime, and the duck jibes are easy. Bottom: Artie sets a rail. Pics courtesy Chris Lamia.)
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