4.7 windsurfing, sunny and warm, on a Saturday? Hashtag Jackpot I say!
And it wasn't even in the forecast. I'd been by the windsurfing shop to chat with Jonathan, sent the obligatory lamentations about the crumbling forecast for the day (first the gusts were to be 20, then 15, then no gusts.) And then Scott noticed the trees. "It's gonna happen!" he cackled, and he was right.
Up to South Jamesport it was Scott, myself, Peconic Jeff (who sailed over from Red Cedar Point) and a late/short/sweet appearance by the Wolf (Jon showed up with a kite.) There were quite a few dead fish on the beach, and I saw one every hundred yards on the water due to the toxic bloom in the bay (too much nitrogen from fertilizer and septic systems...see this report for details). Still the windsurfing was excellent! She Who Must Be Obeyed was out of town so I had all the time in the world, and sailed until my knees hurt from lack of jumping practice. A fine day. 4.7 Saturday, sunny and warm: Any questions?