Attention all windly hopeful: Scott thinks Sunday is going to be a big day. Windy. Wavy. Me I think getting excited about a forecast five days out is an exercise in windsuffering. But in the meantime, lets hear it for Sunday!
Taking a break from the 4.7 conditions, the conversation turned to our feet.
"Why are you wearing winter booties" I asked Scott. The water was warmish...I was more than comfortable in my summer booties.
"They don't let sand in," Scott replied. I couldn't remember the last time sand in my booties was an issue.
"Look at your feet," Scott said to Hulse. "You have red tyrannosaurus rex feet!"
I checked out Hulse's feet. They were red, but lacked the ripping and tearing claws that are the hallmark of T-rex feet.
Then we went back out sailing. Wind straight from the north (good but not great for Meschutt) it was Dr. Pain, Joe Natalie, Christian, the Wolf, Hulse, Scott, yours truly, Bill Barber (still on his Long Island visa) and more playing on the Great Peconic with the occasional decent ramp, though not the perfect halfpipes that are Meschutt's calling card on NW blows. Just the thing for a Sunday afternoon, and who cares about a bit of rain? I had to leave midway through the sesh, but the wind was picking up when I did, and I 'spect a number of the guys rigged down to 4.2.
Whining heard about the terrain today at East Landing:
“My teeth are getting rattled.”
“My kidneys doth complaineth.”
“The chop sucks.”
I windsurf with a pack of old women, who spend their water time contemplating their vaginas. Probably I shouldn't say that because they're all better sailors than me, and most of them are bigger. Too late.
It was bumpy, and rainy to boot. But it was also 4.2, so Peconic Jeff, Dr. Pain, Natalies John and Joe, Scott, Bill, Jonathan and myself had some fun on the Great Peconic, in the NE that was gusty but strong (at Napeague/Gardiners it was strictly 3 meter sailing...I'm still getting back into shape for that, and happily most of the wind chimps passed as well.) But those bumps. They were fine with me...I said "you guys, I didn't even know from good conditions until I started sailing with you ten years ago. I ALWAY sailed in stupid chaotic chop!" It was true.
In any event, four meter sailing is always good times!
It had been two years since my last sesh at Gardiners Bay ("Goff Point!" Scott says). I was intimidated...Gardiners gets big (we don't call it Land of the Giants for nothing) and I'm out of windsurfing shape from a summer of waterly indolence. But who can pass up the drama, the excitement? Gardiners wasn't huge but it was solid medium, and so I joined Scott, Jonathan, the Wolf, Fisherman, John Natalie, Jan and Bruce, and (in a special return engagement, straight from Cape Hatteras) Bill Barber. Regular sized guys were on 3.7's and 4.'2's, with larger specimens on 4.7's, and whatever Jan was on it was working (3.3?)
I could only manage about 90 minutes of water time before arms were fried, but I'm looking forward to getting back out somewhere today (if I can sheet in.) Saturday looks windable too...get out there!