"I didn't expect to sail today" I said.
"I didn't expect to sail 4.7" Scott said.
And so on.
Through shear luck I was on my way out east when Jon called. "Sebonac!"
I had work and chores and projects planned (and I got to most of them later)...but first a quickie!
Jon Scott the Wolf Jan & Bruce and me. Northwest winds meant the reach wasn't ideal (Meschutt still unavailable) but the ramps were pretty good, and for my one hour o'watertime, things were quite nice (4.5 and 93 liters...yeah the board was big but the lulls were too.)
Gotta run...work work work!