Meschutt Sunday. I was rigging a 6.2. The Wolf looked dubious.
"Rig your 5.8," I said.
"He didn't bring his 5.8," Scott said. "He's a 5.3 snob now."
"I'm a 5.3 snob," the Wolf agreed.
What the heckage?
"It's on account of summer is over. We don't sail the light wind days in winter," Scott explained.
"IT'S STILL SUMMER" I pointed out. Hell I'll rig a 7.5 in summer and am happy to sail it. I remind them of this.
"I'm going to rig anyway," the Wolf said. "I have limited time."
Don't we all.
The Wolf got one good run in. I got about 20 runs...jibes, duck jibes, a tack, a hoss tack and some blown donkey jibe attempts. Then it lightened up, so I went home, but not without kooking it. I left board on the beach, oy. Thanks Tomas for grabbing it for me!
Let the windy season come. The Wolf is a 5.3 snob!
(Photo: Looking back at a near-windless summer, and the Meschutt launch.)