It was just Scotto and me at Sebonac Inlet Sunday. 4.7, midsized boards, sunny rampy and windfull. Where was everybody?
The Art of Windsurfing was sailing solo at West Meadow. George caught some at Iron Pier. And I suspect a lot of people were exhausted from a fine Saturday session that I missed (I foresook SJ…my loss.) So it was Scott (with burnt out arms) and me (working to remember how to jibe) in full sun. And what is sweeter than 4.7 I ask you? (Some say 4.2…I like the extra fraction of a second for reaction time.) Sure am looking forward to the end of glove season. And no hood? June I'm thinking.
(Selfie of doofus editor in heavy neoprene.)
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