“This week has been crazy” Christian said. “There has been nonstop texting about where to sail since Tuesday! It had indeed been nuts. But after what seemed like 4.5 days of nonstop text traffic we were at Sebonac Inlet (instead of West Meadow or various Montauk spots, or the ocean) and 4.2 was the call. Saturday under dark and sometimes rainy skies were Scott, the Wolf, Dr. Pain, Christian, Frank and I hoppin' and boppin on WNW winds ("watch out for the big rock" Scott advised. "Rock...how about the giant black oyster farm" countered Christian.) Sunday the crowd thickened, with Fisherman, Jan and Bruce, Kurt, and the Natalies added to the party on the water.
But CD was not to be seen. What befell Lord Chimpleton, we wondered?
More wind for us, though! Of Sunday's sunny high wind fest, Scott proclaimed "one of the ten best Sebonac days, all time!" Hard to argue. Good ramps, warm water, warm sun, a fine shimmer on the water. The only thing missing was CD.