I was tricked into SUP surfing. Peconic Jeff put me on a board with a paddle three years, when the ocean was serving up day after day of clean, well-defined sets, color by numbers waves...all of a sudden there was a wonderful alternative to windsurfing for days without whitecaps. I bought a board, had a great year and a half, and then conditions went away. We still got waves, but they've been messy, peaky, hard (I'm not very good at this) and anyone near me has heard me bitch mightily about the shortcomings of waves these days, and my hankering for Conditions of Olde.
Sunday I got 'em.
Glorious sets, 4-6 feet (then 5-7 feet) at Flying Point. Myself, the Wolf, Joe Natalie, Jonathan, Scott cackling a chimply soundtrack in his kayak, Bill Barber (fresh back from Barcelona, on vaig gaudir molt dels museus) and the trickster Jeff went, went right, went steeply down the faces in a moderate off-shore breeze. Glorious. Jeff had his paddle-mounted GoPro fired up, and a great time was had by all. Between Saturday's windsurfing and Sunday's SUPfest, it was a perfect weekend. M-F would be so much nicer if all S-S went like this.
Thank you wind and water gods!
(video by Jeff...we'll both swear that we were on this wave for half a minute.)
Hey that's some great footage. Very happy you had some really good conditions. I still haven't tried my SUP in the waves yet. Been too busy. Hopefully will have more time once September is out of the way.
Posted by: Bunty | September 18, 2012 at 11:55 AM