Met Scott at Sebonac. The forecast resembled that of two weeks earlier, when building winds brought us from calm to blown off the water in a few hours, so expectations were high. With maybe 10 mph breezes Scott was worried that he hadn't brought his 3.7, based on the readings he was getting from up island. I felt the need to rig something, so I picked 4.7. 5.4 seemed like asking to get flattened, but Scott's anticipation of nukedom seemed overly optimistic.
I'd rigged correctly, kinda.
Whilst some wingers (including Christian, John Nat and Dan) were out for lighter breezes, I got going on the 4.7, with Scott soon behind me but not quite as lit (over the winter I lost weight…Scott not so much). Good fun, but the lulls got bigger and bigger, and ultimately shut us down.
An hour later back at home it started blowing 30 on the bays. I'd had half of a good day and was cool with it!
(Photo of me and Dan. Dan is a former colleague of the Wolf, though Winging is his first wind/water combo sport!)
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