Jon Ford thought Ditch would be the place. Bruce agonized. Chimply Lord Scotworth and I stood staring at Napeague bay (the Pond) and finally rigged our trusty 5.3's (me a 5.4). It was off to the races! Thursday's blow had us lit on the flat bay. Took a look at Gardiners but the water seemed flat, so we stayed pondbound. Until Jon and Bruce returned from Ditch, dry and unsatisified. Bruce was having none of this No Gardiners nonsense, and soon the four of us were sailing the outside (Bruce going halfway to Gardiners Isle). Modest swell but still entertaining!
When Scott Jon and I called it a day, Bruce stayed on the outside solo. Jan arrived, and while she is still recovering from a fractured back (told by the doctor to rest it for ten weeks) she felt that eight weeks was enough and she should be ripping up the pond at least. As she went to rig, Jon Scott and I declared that Jan was more macho than the three of us combined. She surely is.
Just Say Yes to Gardiners!