North Sea Road was blown out. Jon Ford said "I think I'd need a 3.6". If Jonathan needed a. 3.6 I needed to hide in my van! Feeling better (safer) about the prospects of East Landing, Jeff and I headed over to meet Artie. Sat around for an hour talking and waiting for Artie (fools us) such that when he arrived, we caught about five minutes of good 4.2 before it died.
Oops.
At least we got to hang!
(Photo: Me, thinking I'm about to rip it up on the water. C'est la windsurfing. Pic by The Art of Windsurfing)
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