SUPsurfing on Saturday, windsurfing on Sunday. Again. The ol' M-F work thing will be just fine if the weekends keep going like this.
Saturday at the Helipad the 4-foot sets kept coming and coming. Christian, Jeff, and the Wolf as a late arrival had a long fine session...mostly lefts but the occasional right. So many left were there that Jeff declared "I'm going goofy!" to frontside ride them. So of course I had to do it as well. I didn't fall, but otherwise it was not pretty. Afterwards we explored the new weather station at the helipad, which appear to shoot laser beams off the clouds to judge their height. Four cameras on the thing, but maddeningly the surf and bay views are essentially worthless for Us.
Sunday was going to be more SUPing, but after 20 minutes in the Wolfmobile watching Joe Natalie, George Pav et al getting blown off of wave after wave by the offshore breeze (as well as one wave that Christian described as "possibly double overhead") we took our leave and went to Tiana Bay. Like last week I was on a 6.2 and 99 liters, accompanied by CD, Jeff, and Christian. I was first on last off of us, and only got a little more than an hour, but after a major workout Saturday that was just fine. In the parking lot Bill Barber arrived, to tell tales of teenagers marring his morning surf session ("I have socks in my drawer older than you!" he admonished the youngsters) and then gave me five minutes on why I need to take the channel out through breaking waves. I know I'm supposed to do this, but I am channel blind the way some people are color blind.
Maybe this will be the year I spot the channels. In the meantime, keep this weekends coming.