It's the second time this has happened...sailing at Sebonac "anyway" (anyway because the tide is wrong...it's mid to high tide so the sand bars won't send up lovely ramps...there will be no swell towards the point) but once out on the water all was glorious. Saturday with Christian, Tomas, Joe Natalie & Mrs. N, Peconic Jeff, Scott, Frank and moi all there for the WNW. Jan had arrived first, but left when the winds looked too light (it was 5.8ish but scheduled to build). I rigged first...a 5.5...but before I had the boom on the wind had come up and looked 4.7 or stronger! Scott harassed me...why don't I rerig...but I had done all the work so I put the wing on my 77 FSW to see if (and how badly) I'd be overpowered.
The first run I was lit but had a good time. The second run I had to do everything I could not to tail walk. Rig the 4.5!
About the ramps...you couldn't see them setting up from the launch, but once out there you found them. Not as consistent as at low tide, but nicely shaped. And down towards Cow Neck the waves were rolling. Yeah Sebonac!
A lovely sunny day, eight of us on the water. I blew a jibe out by the bluff, and suddenly was having the darndest time waterstarting. I couldn't clear the sail. After 20 seconds of frustration I caught a glimpse westward and saw that everyone was either gagging or waterstarting themselves...the wind dropped from 20-whatever "to three!" according to Scott. Oy. I finally got back on the board, but slogging the 77 in 3-7 was No Fun. After five minutes it built to almost planable. Back on shore we watched the wind come up again some, but I decided to call it a day and get husband points.
(Top: Tomas and Scott on the inside...photo by Jeff. Middle: Scott offers the editor some gear to rig down. Photo by the author. Bottom: Jeff comes in to take a break. Photo by a passerby.)