All day Sunday every windsurfer had their eyes on the meters. On the treetops. On the water. When would the "mid afternoon" forecasted wind arrive? Before sunset? It was torture as the hours ticked by. I finally decided to drive out to Napeague to meet Wilson and David, hoping there'd be something to shred.
The wind meter said 13-17, but Wilson wasn't sure. "There aren't any whitecaps!" The sun was getting low, people had places to be, and the local wisdom was "not enough wind". A quick huddle determined that it would be highly impractical for us to rig and go out, so that's what we did.
And we were rewarded! I was lit on a 6.2, David the same on his 5.9, and Wilson was all adventure on the high seas sailing his Kona with a ginormous sail of indeterminate meterage. For 40 minutes we blasted nonstop, getting off of the water just as the light left. Then a lightning round of derigging, a quick celebratory drink, and then homeward bound. A lot of fun and camaraderie and windsurfing packed into a brief window.
"You had to be there" David said, discussing the session later to someone who missed it. Exactly right.