"We're at Ponquogue, the waves are beautiful and I'm rigging a 5.2. Where are you?" (Jeff on the phone).
"I'm an idiot...I'll be there in 30 minutes." (Me.)
With a forecast of east winds we all had Ponquogue on the brain. And who cares about a little rain when those leisurely, powerful but friendly Ponquogue waves start rolling? We had quite the turnout, even drawing Mike Burns from the middle of Long Island, who came in search of fat ramps for looping (he found them.) Also on the waves: Fisherman, Bruce, Bill, Frank, John Natalie, Jeff, Chris, the Wolf, Scott and Jonathan.
I spent plenty of time swimming in said bowl waiting for the elusive gust. Occasionally a gust would come, but the higher percentage move was to walk your gear 100 yards up the beach and launch in the wind. Of course an even higher percentage move was to not get near the wind hole in the first place, but it's hard to give up on a good wave.
Around 3PM the wind backed a bit to the north, and with the offshore winds getting holey and the beach break getting serious, it was time to call it a day. A fine Sunday!
(Photos by Jeff: On the outside, the editor gets a little air. On the inside, three guys follow the waves into the windless zone.)