North to NNE is not that typical a wind direction in Greater Peconica, and does not have an Approved Best Place to Windsurf in the Eastern Long Island Wind Chimp Association guidebook. But NNE is what we got Saturday morning, so Bill Nightingale and I simply drove down to Towd Point beach, rigged up some 5ish sails, and had a blast. Sailing more or less parallel to the Cows Neck "horn" (ie passing in front of the North Sea Road launch) there was a bit of rolling swell, with one spot (just pass North Sea Road) serving up proper 2' ramps...I got some of my best Peconic air in a long time! Just the thing to follow the preceding day's Bowl session, and to tee up dinner with Bill and family that night. That's what I call a sweet June Saturday.
I had to get back to the city. Just as Rt. 39 turned to highway I began getting texts about "4.7 at the Bowl" but I had things to do in NYC.
Ten minutes later it hit me. "What am I doing?" Took the next exit, headed back east, grabbed the van etc etc...an hour later I launched with a 5.3. City Shmitty...I'll deal with that stuff Friday!
1. In the last 18 months I have had all of one ocean session.
2. See #1. (Thank goodness for SUPsurfing!)
@thebowl I found Scott, the Wolf, George Pav, Bruce, and my neighbor Bill (catching his first East End ocean sesh!) Also Marty and some kiters (Johns Sassone and Ford would hit the water later). Finally got to take the 99 Skate out (which I bought as a lightwind wave board) but soon switched down to the 93 FSW. No proper waves formed, but the swell was jump and jibeworthy.
In days of olde yesterday's Bowl conditions would have been considered mediocre...up and down winds, no proper breaking waves. But when you've been denied ocean sailing for so long, the hills and valley are wonderful and sweet even without bottom turns and cutbacks.
Through shear luck I was on my way out east when Jon called. "Sebonac!"
I had work and chores and projects planned (and I got to most of them later)...but first a quickie!
Jon Scott the Wolf Jan & Bruce and me. Northwest winds meant the reach wasn't ideal (Meschutt still unavailable) but the ramps were pretty good, and for my one hour o'watertime, things were quite nice (4.5 and 93 liters...yeah the board was big but the lulls were too.)
I do not recall this board, or its story. The photo was taken in the late 90's. All the footstraps on the board suggest an oldie. That they're pink suggests that this isn't my board (my first boom was pink, however. Or fuschia. Fanatic made it.) Been clearing out some old boxes of photos and found this. What the heck?!
BTW I'm pretty sure I've never broken the nose off of a board, ever. (Jinx alert for me!)