The trick to getting out was to combine timing with a riptide ride. If you picked your moment well, you only had to deal with two or three broken waves. T'was me, Tomas, Joe, Jeff, and Christian at Ponquogue (I think Christian was there. Can't be sure. Sometimes when the Peconic Puffin says Christian was at a session, he wasn't. We've thought about making corrections but haven't reached a decision yet. Christian wasn't at last week's Sebonac sesh, for example. But we say he was. Good fun!)
Anyhow once one got to the outside Saturday there were big waves to be had. I'd like to say a few were eight feet ("that one was big as a house!" Jeff said of a biggie we had to paddle out like mad to avoid being crushed.) I'd like to say it, but maybe they were just burly sevens. The good news at Ponquogue these days is there are breaks all over the place, so we had good spacing betwixt us and the surfers.
I haven't caught a seven foot wave in a few years. For me that's a big drop. Or as Tomas would say, "WOOOHOOO!" More days like Saturday please.
(Photos by Jeff Schultz. It really was fun once we got to the other side of this mess!)