“All I sail is 4.2” Scott proclaimed. We were in the parking lot at Tiana Beach, rigging for what was going to be the second second day of back to back 4.2 sessions (the previous weekend ‘s Sebonac fest having provided the first two.
It was true. Friday we caught it again at Sebonac. Starting just after high tide, conditions were a mess…worst I’ve ever seen there…which we attributed to wind being a bit more North than usual. But hell it was 4.2 so off we went! For some reason (to be revealed shortly) I got cold on the water, and after trying in vain to warm up in the van finally left. “What’s wrong with me? I’m in a 4/3 and I’m cold when the air is 50 degrees?” But cold is cold and I was not having fun. That night checking out my drying wetsuit in the shower, I saw the “3/2” on the sleeve, and realized that I’d been wearing the wrong neoprene. Kook. (Frank later said “3/2? I was cold in my 5/3!”)
Then came Saturday at Tiana. Frank, Jeff, Scott, the Wolf, Dr. Pain, Joe Natalie there for the good times. What started out as 1-2 foot waves started building, until Scott proclaimed the outside as 5-7. I was sailing closer to shore, where for the first half hour I blew every jibe. What the heck? At least I was warm. After taking a break I headed back out and Lo! Started hitting my jibes! Excellent…let’s sail a bit further out and have some fun. Fun was being had when I spotted a nice little inbound ramp to jump off…jumped…back foot came out of strap…landed and did a split on the board, while pulling the boom head straight into my forehead. All of that helmet but I found a way to make direct contact.
I was more concerned with my legs, which did not feel good after the split. But there was some blood coming from my head when I made it on shore. Surely it was nothing, but before I found a mirror I found Dr. Pain. For fun I asked him how my head looked. “They put stitches in all sorts of things,” he began. Stitches? C’mon I just bumped my head. I thought. Then “If you were young and beautiful you’d be lining up for about $4K of plastic surgery, but at our age we don’t worry about the scars.” “So neosporin and a band aid” I asked? Yep.
(Top: Sweet Tiana. Bottom: It's still a great day! Photos by Jeff Schultz)