To be in Manhattan yesterday and hear the wind howling...'twas agony. Then the text from Lord Scotworth: "Going to the Bowl. Wolf. Fisherman. Me." More agony. Also jealousy and envy. I asked Scott to file a report afterwards (for the edification of greater Puffindom) and this morning it came:
"Went to the Bowl but it was Victory At Sea! The Wolf and I went to East Landing. Sailed 3.7 nuked for an hour. Best conditions I've seen on the Peconic, with ridable waves! I saw the Wolf get a jump...a gust took him 5 feet higher than he already was (5 feet) and then slammed him into the sheep that were grazing. Took him a minute or so to get going again. But no rescue this time so we went home."
Sounds pretty good to me. East Landing is the bay launch (just west of Meschutt) reserved for eastern blows that close out the ocean launches. I've seen some near-waves jack up but seldom any ridable. Missed it!
Thank you Scott for the report!